Good Girl, Bad Boy

Chapter 37

| Crystal Garcia |

I had spent the last few hours clicking away at my computer filled with fear, confusion but also a hint of excitement. The way things have been going these last few months is nothing to be proud of. I dropped out of school dismissing my education for a boy. But not just any boy. A boy that I've fallen head over heals for.

If someone asked me a year ago where I'd see myself now, I would've said without doubt, in college studying to become a biomedical scientist, if not that, a forensic investigator. But what I'm doing with my life now is the total opposite. I'm a drop out— no scratch that, a pregnant drop out who couldn't even complete her education.

Speaking of pregnant, I haven't told Chris about the baby yet. You can argue and say it's the wrong thing to do but I refuse to get in his way any longer. Chris taking up this career is his only closure. His only way that he can prove to himself that he isn't all the things his father said he was. This is his chance to make something of himself and it's something he really wants to do. I'm not going to be a burden of him again and drag out his chances any longer.

Last night when we got back from hospital Chris thought I was asleep but I was listening to his phone call. He was talking to the record label about the offer they had proposed to him a while back. They still want to give him that opportunity so there's no way I'm telling him about this baby. The minute he finds out that I'm carrying his seed, he's going to stay here. That's another nine months he's going to make that record label wait and new talent is found everyday. They aren't going to wait for Chris.

"What're you doing?" Chris' deep voice spoke behind me, his lips tickling the back of my neck as he spoke. I quickly closed my laptop down and breathed out a deep breath. Being around Chris was hard knowing what I knew. It was like walking on eggshells, I had to be careful around him and not let anything slip. It was too early for anyone to see anything showing but I still wore clothes two sizes too big just to be on the safe side.

"Just researching a couple things" I muttered, my answer as vague as it possibly could. Chris grabbed the back of my chair, spinning it around so that I was facing him. His hands rested on both the arm rests as he stared deep in my eyes, as if he was reading me. Something he could quite easily do.

"What kind of things?" He asked lowly. His lips grazing mine as he spoke.

I turned my head gazing off out the window. I couldn't lie to his face while he was staring at me like that. He could detect if I was lying in 0.5 seconds. "I want to go back to college or-or to get a job or something. I was searching some jobs online, ones that I could get hired at with my 3.9 gpa" I said in a haze as I looked out the window. I could feel Chris eyes on me, on the side of my face.

"Where's this coming from baby, I told you I'ma take care of you?" He said as he backed up until he was sitting on our king size bed. I glanced back at him shrugging.

"I know that Chris. I just want to make something out of myself. Make my mother proud of me for once. And what if something was to happen you, I want to be able to provide for myself too" I said as he frowned. He eyes travel to the left and I followed his gaze. He was staring at a brown large envelope on the night stand.

"Chris, what is that?" I asked as I abruptly stood to my feet. I remember I had seen it before and asked him about it but he changed the conversation and put the envelope somewhere I couldn't reach. He stood up going after it before I could snatching it and holding it tight in his hand as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It's uh- just about the record label. You know they're finalising shit so they sent me some documents to read over" he said, cheesing hard right after. I eyed for a minute before shrugging.