Eyes Don't Lie ✩ Jenna Ortega (G!P)

LVII

| Y/N's POV |

"You're pregnant?!"

I nodded feebly, staring at the ground before Billie picked my head up. "Hey, it's- it's okay. Just uh how did this happen?"

"It happened the night of Jenna's birthday." I felt tears form in my eyes again, a few of them slipping down my cheeks. "Fuck, you guys, what'll Jenna say? She's gonna be so fucking mad at me a-and she'll leave me b-because I-" I choke on a sob, falling into Liv's arms. With the help of Billie, they both carried me to the couch. I laid mostly in Liv's lap, Billie crouching down in front of the couch, caressing the skin of my stomach.

They both knew what to do to calm me down.

"Y/N/N." Liv whispered, causing my eyes to flutter open. "Everything will be okay, I promise. No matter what Jenna says or how she reacts, Billie and I will be by your side no matter what."

"Now, we know you would hate to get another abortion, but if you want it... then we'll make it possible to be there with you this time." Billie promised, kissing my forehead. "But if you want to keep it-"

"We'll help you every step of the way." Liv finished. I sniffled and grabbed both of their hands each.

"You two are literally the best." I gave them a teary smile, hearing Billie chuckled and Liv reciprocate the smile to me. "I just- I know I need to tell Jenna but I don't know how."

"Do you know how long you've been pregnant?"

I grimaced a little. "I went to the doctor's after finding out and uh I've been pregnant for almost 4 weeks now." Billie's jaw dropped as Liv froze.

Liv lifted my shirt up, staring at my stomach. "It's not even noticeable." She shrugged. Billie sighed and ran her thumb over the back of my hand again.

"Do you want us to help you tell Jenna?"

I thought for a moment before shaking my head. "No... I think this is something I have to do on my own."

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"Hey, you." Jenna immediately greeted me from my couch as I walked through my apartment door. I gave her a weak smile, keeping quiet as I set my keys down. "What's wrong, baby?"

I sat down with a sigh beside her on the couch. "There's something I need to tell you."

Jenna's eyes widened with concern as she shut the tv off, facing me to give my her full attention. "What's up, hon?"

"The morning after your birthday, I made a mistake." Her face dropped, probably thinking something other than what I'm about to say. "I uh forgot to take plan B."

Jenna's brows furrowed. "I thought you were gonna say you cheated but uh-" The gears in her head clicked. Her eyes widened immensely. "You're pregnant?!"

"Yeah..." My voice remained quiet with shame and guilt. Jenna groaned as she threw her hands in the air.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. My parents are gonna kill me. We've only been dating for 6 months. Why did we go so many rounds that night?" Jenna rambled on and on, pacing back and forth with stress flowing around her. "Shit, shit, shit."

"Jenna-" I tried standing up, seeing her put her hands out, backing away from me.

"No. No. I- I can't do this, Y/N." Jenna froze and looked me in my eyes. "Don't tell me you want to keep this baby."

"I-" My hesitant answer made her stress even more. "I don't want another abortion, Jenna."

"Another?" She snapped, making me flinch back slightly.

"Doesn't matter. Jenna, I love you and I- yeah, maybe I wanna keep it, I don't know. But I don't want to lose you, okay?" I tried grabbed her shaky hands but Jenna pulled away again, snatching her keys and belongings off the table. "Where are you going?"

"I can't do this, Y/N." She avoided my eyes and left my apartment, slamming the door shut, causing the picture frame of her and I to fall from the wall. All tears flowed out of my eyes as I watched the glass shatter before me.

I'm such a fucking idiot, why didn't I just take plan B? Why couldn't I remember to do one little thing?

With shaky hands, I swept up the glass, hugging the picture close to my chest as I wept on my couch, sobbing my little heart out. I didn't quite expect it to go like this — yet at the same time I did — we haven't been dating for too long and this feels like a huge weight on our shoulders.

Maybe I should just get an abortion. It should be different, I'm not 16 anymore.

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A/N:
don't hate me... cuz I love y'all 😚