How Its Going To Be

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The end if Zaylas POV and the rest of chapter 4

"How it's going to be is." He interrupted me. " how it's going to be is I'm not going to be in that child's life because its not mine I can't help it your a 15 year old slut who got pregnant and doesn't know who the father is!" "B...but" "But nothing" he interrupted again. "It's not mine and your not gonna convince me it is.

End of chapter four

"So I meet Rafael in Berkley Square Park last night." Zayla explained. "And?" I answered back. "He said he's not gonna be in my baby's life because it not his and he can't help that I'm a 15 year old slut who got pregnant and doesn't know who the father is." "Oh my he said that?" "Are you positive it's his?" "OF COURSE I'M SIRE TOUR NO BETTER THAN HIM!" "Zayla, I didn't mean it like that I just you know." "Yes I know exactly what you mean you think I'm a 15 year old whore because I got pregnant at 14 in a car!" "Zay, that's not what I meant. "Yes Tay it's exactly what you meant!" "Some best friend you are!" "I am your best friend your taking this the wrong way." "I've got to go I'm gonna be late for 6th period." She said as she ran off crying. She didn't go to her 6th hour because I'm in her 6th perid class which was World History. We were both freshman at Berkley High. After 6th period was lunch. I knew where she was. She always went to the staff bathroom when she was crying because it was private and almost all of the staff used the public bathroom. I ran there. "Zayla?" I asked as I looked into the bathroom. Surprisingly she wasn't in there. Instead she called me two minutes later. I asked her where she was. She said she just got back from the beach. Meet me at Berkley Square Park. I went to the nurses office and said I wasn't feeling well so they sent me home but I didn't go home. I met Zayla at the park. She saw me and was not acting like herself. "Zayla?" "Are you drunk?" I asked. "No" she said. " Who did that come from?" I asked gabout the big red spot on her neck and the bruises on her arms and her black eye."I don't know." "Ask me tommorow." She replied.

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