The Secret Pregnancy

Chapter 3

To The Reverse Skunk😈:
I'm so sorry. Meet me outside of Pizza Hut. We need to talk.
When I finally gathered myself, I got out of the stall. I look like shit. I've made my decision about this baby. I'm not ready. As I walked through the hall, people were staring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead. And I probably wouldn't mind.
At this point, I just needed to get out of here. To get away from everyone and everything if that was even possible.
I walked out through the back doors of the school to try and avoid as many teachers as I could. I barely ever skipped school, but I doubt that learning about atoms and molecules are going to be useful to me right now. The only lesson that I need is the one on the birds and the bees. On second thought, it's probably a little too late for me there.
When I finally got to Pizza Hut, Michael was already waiting for me outside. Right away, I gave him a huge hug. He had a large cut on the left side of his face and tiny cuts all over his knuckles. I immediately

"I'm so sorry. I should have-"
"It's not your fault Cheyenne. You didn't make me fight him. Ashton is an asshole." I couldn't fight him on that. I always felt something wrong between Ashton and I, but I never felt the need to address it. Couples fight all the time. We still had a lot of good experiences. I thought we could last forever. It's not that Ashton was a bad guy. The truth is he could be amazing. He was sweet and cute. We just weren't meant for each other.

When we got inside, Michael chose the table and I went up to order. Shorty after, the pizza arrived. Two pies of plain cheese pizza. In a couple of more minutes, Michael only has two slices left and I have four.

All of a sudden, I heard a a very feminine voice say, "Looks like the pregnancy is already kicking in."

Before turning around, I looked at Michael, who was already about to say something. "Michael, it's okay."

Then I turned around and put on the best smile that I could and said "Wow okay asshole. I ate a whole pie of pizza when I wasn't pregnant. It's not called fat. It's called I'm my own fucking woman and I'm hungry. Would you like to join us?" The two girls walked away in disgust and Michael was turning pink from laughter. I started laughing too, until I remembered why I skipped school for pizza in the first place.

"I'm actually not that hungry anymore."

"Oh okay." Michael said as he started standing up. "I'll walk you home."

While walking, I couldn't pay attention to anything Michael was saying. I was drowning in my thoughts. Although, I'm almost positive that he was rambling on about how he was going to be the next level in his latest video game obsession. I couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm aborting the baby." I told him.

"Oh my god." He said. "I mean. It's your choice and I support it. I'm just... really surprised."

"I just think it's best. I can't tell my parents about this and if I abort it then I wouldn't have to and plus I'm not ready to be a mother and-"

"You don't need to explain yourself Cheyenne. Do you want me to come with you? I mean, I get it if you don't. It's a personal thing. And I would probably be busy anyways."

"Michael. Stop. Of course I want you to come. I wouldn't be able to handle it without you."