My Teacher

Chapter 18

Amarah's POV/ thoughts

Omar came to save me! He came at the right time! Does that mean he forgives me?

As they were fighting I ran into my house and went upstairs and opened the hallway closet door. I grabbed the shoe box at the top and grabbed the gun that was in it and ran back outside.

"You ain't gonna do sh*t" I heard Jayden say.

I walked over to them and pointed my gun at him. "But I will."

His eyes got wide. But he called my bluff. "Go ahead slut, you ain't gonna do sh*t either."

Okay then. I shot him in the arm and he yelled in pain.

"Get the f*ck out of here before next time I shoot a little bit over right in the chest," I threatened.

He got up and ran away.

Omar put his knife away, then took my gun and dropped it and hugged me. "You okay?"

I started to cry. "He knows."

He hugged me tighter and then wiped my tears.

He lead me to the porch and sat me down.

"Omar?"

"Yes."

"Does this mean you forgive me and we're friends again?"

He stood there and thought for a couple minutes, which made me nervous.

"Yes," he finally answered.

I smiled and stood up and hugged him tightly. I'm so happy!! Forget Jayden, I just got my best friend back!

Then I felt sick.

"One moment," I said and ran into my house.

"Amarah?" Omar chased after me. I ran into the downstairs bathroom and puked.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked standing outside the bathroom.

How do I tell my possible baby daddy that I'm pregnant? Like this....

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out.

Sike naw, I told him like this...

I sighed. "Omar, I don't know how to tell you this so I'm just gonna say it. I.... am..... pregnant.

Omar's POV/ thoughts

Whoa!! What the f*ck!! Now she's pregnant?!

Amarah's POV/ thoughts

"Who's the dad? Me or that f*cking teacher?" He asked.

I looked at him. "Are you serious?! We just became friends again and you're already screwing it up by acting like a jackass?"

"I'm dead serious," he said.

"Go to hell!" I turned around and faced the toilet.

He walked out.

And.... I lost him again.

Omar's POV/ thoughts

I walked out of the house.

Come Omar, you just made up with your best friend, are you trying to lose her again?

Okay fine!!!

I went back inside.

Amarah's POV/ thoughts

Screw Omar, I don't need him.

"Okay, I'm sorry," he said as he walked in.