I Got the Virgin Pregnant.

06. I'm Yours ... Baby?

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My legs dangled off the edge of the car, the sun slowly raising up for both of our faces to illuminate. He had been telling me about some old football memory. "That sounds like some troubling memory." He chuckled a little at my remark. His thigh was inches from mine, and every few seconds his would touch mine.

And I would get butterflies.

"You know, You're not as bad as I thought." He whispered looking at me his blue beautiful eyes grasping every feature of my face.

I smiled softly turning to look at him. "I agree." I whisper in return. Liam's grin came my way. "Brody's a dick for ever hurting a perfect girl like you." His words seeped through me making my heart melt like butter. I blushed a little trying to contain my smile. "Chelsea is an idiot." I whispered. He placed his hand on top of mine, we both looked down grinning softly at what could potentially happen.

"This is insane." I said softly, he nodded and slowly neared me, only inches from me. His lips were so close, I could just kiss him there. My first kiss. This could be the perfect kiss I longed for and wanted so deeply. "Liam." I whisper placing my right hand on his chest. He hummed softly biting his lip.

"I want you to." I looked him the eyes, I wanted him to be my first kiss. I was ready.

"I'm Yours."

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The sound of my alarm clock woke me up instantly. I sat up my hair messy like.

A stupid dream.

A stupid stupid

Dream.

Maybe I was getting a small crush. Small.

Last night did not happen like that at all. All four of us, yes. Me, Liam, Nathan, and Macy all went to McDonalds and spoke about our heartbreaking feelings about that make out session Brody and Chelsea had.

It wasn't fun at all but we cleared the air. And there is no way an apology will fix this heartbreak that Brody left me with.

Even though, somehow he always was able to convince me that we belong together.

I jump out of bed making my way towards my bathroom. Quickly after I hoped into the shower. I had been thinking about it, I was really really late.

I came out of the shower about 20 minutes later all cleaned up. I felt my heart beating quite fast. Faster than it usually did. I breath out placing my wet hand on my chest. I wrapped my towel around my body tightly stepping from out of the bathroom trying to catch my breath.

Finally, I could breath fine again. Was what was that about? I really wasn't feeling good. I somehow managed to get myself dressed.

I had been growing a cold sweat, I made my way down the hall seeing Nathan and Macy both dressed as well. We didn't have class today, but we were talking about going out to the city.

But I truly wasn't feeling well anymore. Was this heartbreak? Or was I truly sick?

"Hey buttercup. You okay?" Nathan said in a worried tone, he was never worried. Which meant I was looking like a ghost on a drugs. "I'm not feeling great, but I'll manage. --" before even thinking about the sentence I was giving I suddenly felt the choking feeling in the throat.

I was going to puke.

I ran past them to the bathroom throwing the door open. I got on the ground my head in the toilet now. I had released everything.