Bad Boy, All You Have To Do Is Ask

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen:

"We should take a trip." I said looking up from the television.

"To where?" Beca glanced at me.

"Six Flags or something. I need to get away, and I need my best friend."

"What about classes? And your brothers?"

"Break is coming up in less than a week. And Zach and Hunter can come or stay." I didn't say anything about Tyler.

She was apparently reading my thoughts. "What about Tyler?"

"He can do whatever he wants. As far as I'm concerned we're not together anymore."

"Does he know this?"

"Well, no. But I think it's pretty obvious." I sighed.

"Do you really want that?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. He doesn't want a baby. Neither do I, but he wants an abortion. I can't do that. I love him. I do. I just don't know if I can be with him, and raise this baby with him hating it. A baby can't be raised with resentment."

"Oh, Ali. I'm here. This baby will grow up loved." I blinked back tears. Of joy or sadness, I wasn't sure.

*****

I wanted to see my brothers. So I got into my truck and drove to the apartment building. It wasn't a long drive, but it was quiet.

I think deep down I wanted to run into Tyler. Because when I did, my heart did a little backflip.
"Sweetheart!" Tyler ran up to me. In the middle of the hallway.

I backed up before he reached me. His face fell, and I felt a stab of guilt. Then I remembered my reason for it. "Tyler."

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry. I can't describe how sorry I am. I didn't mean it. I do want to try and work this out. We can raise this child together. I love you and our baby." He knelt down. "I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to make you happy. I promise that I will." He pulled a box out of his pocket. "Will you marry me?"

I gasped. Yes. "No."

The joy on his face fell.

"You can't make everything right by asking me to marry you. I love you, but I can't forgive you right now. Maybe soon. Maybe not ever. I don't know. Just please stop." I ran to my brothers' door and pushed it open. I slammed it shut before I sank to the ground.

My sobs racked my whole body. And that's how my brothers found me within two minutes. A tear strewn face, hidden in my hands.

"Alison, stand up." Hunter pulled me to my feet.

"You're stronger than this. Forget him and move on." Zach wiped the tears from my face.

"But I don't want to to move on. I want to be with him, but he made me feel like he didn't care about me."

"Then tell him." They both said.

"I did."

I could tell they were getting irritated with the way I was acting, but I couldn't help it. I was emotional. I found out I was two months pregnant yesterday. You can't blame a girl.

I changed the subject. "Beca and I are going to Six Flags when break comes. Do you two wanna go?"

They acted like they were truly thinking about it. Then they nodded their heads enthusiastically.

*****

"No, I'm not going to accept your apology."

"But I am sorry for doing what I did. I never meant for Caroline to get hurt." Derek begged me for forgiveness.

"But she did. And so did I. You are dead to me. Don't bother trying to see her ever again. She doesn't want to see you, anyways." I slammed the door in his face.

Two arguments in one day. I'm on a roll. First with Tyler, and then with Derek.

Derek came to Beca's house begging for my forgiveness and to see Caroline. I can't put her in that kind of danger again. Even if it meant dumping her first boyfriend for her.

I can't believe how shitty this day has been. The only good thing to come of it was planning to go to Six Flags. I need the break from spinning out of control.

"Slamming doors in people's faces. What has gotten into you today?" Beca came into the living room.

"Tyler asked me to marry him. I said no. We had a minor fight. Derek wanted my forgiveness. I said no. He started to irritate me." My tone was short.

"Well you don't gotta be a bitch about it." Beca smiled at me, her tone joking.

I laughed. "Love you, too, Becs."

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~Cydnie Rose