I Bet You Can't

Part 19

I am so so so so so so sorry guys. I've been preparing for high school , and I never got to updating :( Since school is starting, I might not be updating very often, but I know not many people even read this story. Those of you who do, are the reason why I keep writing this story. I've wanted to give up on this many times, but some few keep reading. Anyway enjoy part 19, and let me know your thoughts in the comments.

Sarah's POV

"I'm pregnant..."

Their eyes went wide, sucking in the information. I have been worrying all week about their reaction, and as I stood there, looking down at them, I had good reason to worry.

"How far along are you sweety?"

Wow. That is not the reaction I was dreading! I was very taken aback by my mom's question, but forced myself to answer.

"1 month."

My dad looked confused.
"I think the real question is, who's the father?"

"Oh... You don't know him. I haven't even told him yet..."

"Is it that Jacob fellow? He was a nice kid." my dad added.

I shook my head a bunch of times. "No, like I said, you don't know him. You don't want to."

My mom huffed, and looked at me sternly. "This boy IMPREGNATED you! We'd like to meet him!"

"Invite him to dinner Friday. We'll discuss this then." My dad ordered, walking into his bedroom.

"I'm going to me a Grandma." my mom laughed in disbelief.
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I walked into school, thinking everyone knew my secret. But how could they? I haven't grown out at all yet. I looked to my left and saw Jason with his group of friends. He turned his head my way and gave me a small smile. When I didn't smile back because of how nervous I am, he looked confused and started over my way.

"Sarah? What's wrong?" he asked, grabbing my shoulders.

I looked down at my shoes, then back up at him.

"I'm....I..."

A tear slid down my face, falling off my chin and onto the ground. I slowly wiped away the next one, trying to compose myself. Jason wrapped me into a hug as if he understand what I was saying.

"I'm here for you. I swear." he whispered into my ear. 

I hugged him tighter, crying silently into his shoulder until the bell rang.

"Can you come to a family dinner this Friday? My parents want to meet you..." I asked shakily.

He nodded "Of course. I'll see you at break. We'll talk."

He hugged me one last time, and walked off to class, running his hand through his hair.

I drudged to 1st period, hanging my head low and holding back the rest of the tears.

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It was Friday night, the kitchen table was set up all nice, my mom was wearing a fancy dress, my dad in his best dress shirt. It was extremely embarrassing honestly. They forced me to wear my silk church blouse and a long skirt, making me super uncomfortable. Jason is supposed to be here in 10 minutes. 

I heard a loud knock on the front door a few minutes later, my dad jumping up and running there screaming "I'll get it!"

He opened it to reveal Jason dressed in a black suit jacket over a navy button up and slacks. I stood there shocked, a handful of forks in my hands.