Teach Me How to Love Again (Sequel to Dirty Little Secret)

Chapter 49: You Can't Be Too Careful Anymore

*~(The title of this chapter is from Careful by Paramore.)~*

Kristin comforted me until Frank got home that night. Then I had to break the news to Frank.

"Frank?" I asked nervously.

"What? What's wrong? You sound upset," he observed.

"I-I... I'm pregnant!" I blurted loudly. I almost started crying again already.

Frank's jaw practically dropped. "Wh-what? Really?"

I nodded and wiped some of my stray tears. Soon I felt Frank's arms wrap around me. I cried onto his shoulder for what felt like ages.

"And it's Mr. Way's, right?" Frank asked, still not very okay with using his first name.

"Y-yeah. Of course."

He continued to silently comfort me, as I started bawling now.

"I'm so fucking scared, Frank! I'm a single mother! My child's father is a fucking prick! My child was conceived in a fucking classroom! Everything fucking sucks!" I shouted. I was crying so hard, I wasn't even certain he could understand a single word I said.

"Shhh, it's gonna be okay," Frank whispered. "Wait, wait. Hold everything. Your child was conceived in a classroom?"

I nodded nervously. "Y-yeah."

He chuckled slightly. "Gross."

I actually giggled at this.

"Wait, I know this may be a bad time to ask, but how did you not get caught? Didn't you like... Make noise or something?" he asked, then he looked disgusted at what he had just said. "Couldn't you guys have saved it for the bedroom?"

"Hey, it wasn't my idea to do it in his classroom. That was his idea. I tried to stop him. And no, we did pretty good at keeping quiet. Lots of biting," I explained, giggling slightly. My crying had subsided, so I could now speak.

"What does biting have to do with it?"

"It muffles sounds."

He chuckled. "Gross. You two are kinky."

"I'm not kinky. He is, though," I admitted.

"This is a conversation I want to wipe from my memory for the rest of my life. I could have gone my entire life without hearing that my teacher is kinky."

I laughed. "You're the one who brought it up."

"I don't even want to know what kind of kinky shit you guys do. You just put all kinds of terrible, traumatic images into my head. Gross."

"We've never done anything too weird."

"I don't want to hear it anymore!" Frank shouted, but he was laughing. It was always fun to gross Frank out. He's really squeamish when it comes to hearing about this stuff.

"Fine," I gave in. Then I started thinking about the fact I was pregnant. "What am I going to do?" I asked, suddenly panicked again.

Frank held out his arms, and I went right back to his shoulder.

"I'm not gonna tell Gerard yet. He doesn't fucking deserve to know," I said. Frank nodded in agreement. The best part about being best friends with Frank was how he always agreed with me when I plotted revenge. We were both angry motherfuckers.

"I don't blame you. Just take it easy for a while. You need to tell him before you get too far along, but don't do it until you're ready," Frank said.

"Th-thank you for being so supportive, Frank."

"No problem. You'll be a mom soon. I trust your decisions," he chuckled. "And you know I'll always support you."

I hugged him now, but I was still crying.

"Do you wanna skip school tomorrow?" Frank asked.

I shook my head. "N-no. I can't run away from problems. I can't be like Gerard about this."

Frank nodded. "Okay. We should get some sleep then. You need your rest. Not just for you anymore, but for your kid."

I nodded and smiled slightly as I rested a hand on my belly. "Thank you, Frankie."

Then I went to bed. I didn't sleep well, because I'm still mad, sad and scared.

Gerard and I need to talk, that's for sure. He needs to know that I have his child, even if I don't let him see it. It's only fair.

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The next day at school, I was on my best behavior for once. I really didn't want a detention from Gerard today. I couldn't bear facing him. Plus, I had to be extra careful now that I was carrying Gerard's baby. We could get caught easily now. The last thing I want to do is get expelled when we're not even dating anymore. I refuse to get expelled for that asshole.

When Jamia, Frank and I were in English class, I was telling Jamia all about my pregnancy. She was shocked, but she was very supportive nonetheless.

After that class, Frank and Jamia left to go to their next class, but I lagged behind. I had been dreading parting ways with them all day, because that meant I was off to art class, and they couldn't keep me busy anymore.

Frank and Jamia were long gone by the time I started walking, but before I made it too far, our nosy English teacher, Ms. Leary, stopped me. The principal was also walking with her. Ms. Leary was smiling, but Mrs. Watson was giving me that same bitchy look she gives everyone when she's trying to catch them doing something wrong.

"Skylar! I couldn't help but overhear you and Jamia talking about the fact you're pregnant! Who's the lucky father?" Ms. Leary asked joyfully.

My heart practically stopped beating, and I froze. I was about to tell her that it was none of her business, then run away, but a familiar male voice spoke up behind me.

"It's mine. I'm the father."