Pregnant By Taylor Caniff

Ch.6

i ran to the back yard after I cleaned up and started to cry.

I sat down on the edge of the pool and let my legs hang in the pool.

I had on spandex and a tank top.

I put my hand on the ground and held myself up. I cried to myself. I had no idea why I was crying but I was. I was covered in wet clothes from the soup and I smelled of noodles.

I heard footsteps coming from inside but I didn't look.

Joe came and sat next to me. he rapped a towel around my goose bumped arms.

"Thanks." is all I managed to say.

He didn't say anything back. we sat there in silence for a few minutes until he speaks up, "Cade, I'm sorry."

"It's fine." more tears filled my eyes.

"you aren't fine. C'mon, Cade. You can tell me anything."

"It just, I don't like seeing you like this." I place my hands up to my face and cry even more.

"I'm fine. She's crazy. no hard feelings." he tells me.

"aren't you going to get in trouble?" I mutter.

"yeah but I don't care. I'd rather be with someone else the rest of my life than that's scank." he says looking at me.

I nod and continue looking down at my feet.

"Cade," he raps his arm around my waist. "I want to find the right girl for me."

I get up and walk into the house.

I walk straight to the front door.

As I opened the door I felt someone grab my waist and spin me around.

"What's wrong?" he asks again.

"I want to be that fucking girl but I can't because you don't want me. you want someone prettier, skinnier, smarter, funnier, and more athletic." I rip from his grip and storm to my car.

I get in and and pull away. Hearing my name being called in the background.
"Cade!"

I drive away.

Why couldn't it be easier for me to find someone? Why couldn't I be just like my parents minus the kid part? Why couldn't I find the right one? I pulled into my drive way and get out. I place a sweater over me and run into the house.

I run upstairs and head right to my shower. I strip down(lol that sounds funny).

Once the water gets to the right temperature, not to hot, not to cold, I get in.

Everything I planned went wrong. I was supposed to be feeling better and getting rid of my fever. I think I made it worse. My stress level was high.

I get out of the shower and go to my closet. I pick out sweatpants and a sweatshirt only to realize it was joes. I walk over to the window and drop it.

I pick out a black tank instead and head to bed.

today's bs was enough bs for one day.

{Next morning}

I had awaken and looked for my phone.

I must've left it at Joes house. Shit.

I got up and walked down the stairs. I grabbed my keys and opened the door.

"Where are you going?" Cora asks.

"Joes house." I say and start walking out.

"Oh, Bailee stopped by earlier. But you were sleeping." She tells me. I step back inside.