Teenage Mother

Chapter 6

Deandre POV

I sat in my room thinking about Chelsea. She didn't have to give me head, but she was better. Only difference is that Faith pussy was wetter. I don't love neither one of them. I just wanna fuck whenever. I know I was raised better than this but pussy is pussy.

"Deandre" my mom yelled. "That hot behind girl Faith out here"

I sucked my teeth. I really ain't want to see her now. I walked out my room and saw my mom "doing" my sister hair.

"Where she at ma?"

My mom pointed to the door and I chuckled lightly. I walked outside and saw her crying, hysterically.

"What's wrong Fay?"

She sniffled "My dad kicked me out"

"Wait a minute, why?" I asked concerned

She looked up at me "I'm pregnant with your baby"

I shook my head "Hell naw. I always wrap it up. Find you baby daddy but it ain't me"

"How the hell can you say that? I been with every other day for two months. Dre this is your baby" she yelled.

"Calm down, girl. Every other day ain't every day. So you could've fucked someone else. You on-"

"Dre!" she shouted. "I ain't a hoe, so stop tryna say I am"

I pulled out a blunt and lit it. "You gave me head the first night. So you is a hoe. Get off my porch though. My neighbors don't need to hear you lie"

She stood there watching me intently.

"Want some dick?" I asked and blew smoke in her face.

"Fuck you" she stormed off.

"Just hit me up" I called after her.

A Month Later...

I made up with Chelsea. Faith disappeared. I haven't sewn or heard from her since last month. I miss her mouth though. Today was the Girls Basketball State Championship game. I had to show my support for Chelsea. Since that's my only baby, for now. I took my seat behind the girls.

"Hey, coach "

Her mom gave me a death stare and continued watching the girls warm up. She hated me for no reason. I don't know why. I watched the opposing team. Thy had some fine ass girls. I might snatch one up before the game is over.

The referee blew his whistle singling the start of the game. Chelsea, Sasha, and some other girl got in position. I watched them tip the ball off.

"Go Chelsea" I yelled.

Her mom looked at me with a death glare.

Chelsea POV.

I got the ball from the tip off. I passed it to Sasha and she ran it to our hoop. Too many girls were crowding her.

"Sasha, D3" I called. That's a single we have. She throw the ball up and another teammate grab it and shoot. I watched intently as the plan happen. It was a success.

At Halftime.

"Chelsea, why you slipping? That nappy headed boy got your attention " my mom/coach yelled.

"How the hell am I slipping? I called put D3 for us. So we can get a lead. Ma , I'm bussing my ass out there so we can win"

"Watch your mouth and I kno-"

I cut her off "I got us here ma. Why would I screw up? Forget you " I hollered.

"Your benched" she said.

I walked out the locker room and went to sit on the sidelines.

The girls came back out and resumed playing. My mom tried to talk to me but I ignored her. I ignored the players in the game.

We were now in the fourth quarter. We were losing by 10 points. I smiled since I'm not playing I don't give a damn.

"Chelsea we need you"

"Apologize" I said.

My mom looked shocked "No, I have no reason to"

I sat back down "Ok, I guess we go lose"

"Alright, I apologize"

I smiled and got in the game. I played like a real baller. I shot a 3 pointer and set up an ally op with Anasia. Sasha made a 3 pointer and we had five minutes left. The score was 84 to 80. We had the ball. We made the shot and Sasha stole the ball back and passed it to me. I shot a 3 pointer and it spun around the rim. I was getting anxious but it made a swish sound as it went through the net. We won 85-84. We are the state champs.

We celebrated on the court. My mom cried. This was the first time we won and it was with my help.

The Next Day.

My mom was throwing a pool party to celebrate our win. I had on my black cut out two piece. I put on my sun hat and shades. I made my entrance to the pool. My friends and family yelled out "whoops" , "there she go" , "chels" , "congrats" . I smiled and partook in the party. Deandre was here to party with me. I still love him and that bitch Faith is out of the picture.

Later That Night.

I stayed with Dre. He booked us a hotel and I showered. I stepped out and put on my sleep wear.

"We ain't sleeping baby, we fucking" Dre said

I shrugged my shoulders and stripped out my clothes and proceeded to sleep with him.

(I'm skipping the scene this time. Sorry )

We were finished I laid there. I don't know why I don't use protection. But I can't get pregnant. My cycle comes on tomorrow so I'm good. I hope I'm not pregnant. What would my mom think? My dad will kill me. My brother would laugh at me. Then he would beat Dre up. Noooo, I'm in so much trouble. I got up and put on my clothes. I slipped out the room and called Sasha.

"Sas, come get me" I sobbed.

"Where you at?

"The hotel, Dre brought me"

"Coming"

I waited at least 30 minutes outside the hotel for Sasha. I jumped in the car and started crying. She started driving us back to her house.

"Buy a pregnancy test" I sobbed

"What?"

"Just do it"

We stopped at Walgreen's and she bought two test. I breathe deeply to clear my thoughts.

We reached her house and I dashed up the stairs to the bathroom. I peed on both sticks and waited 5 minutes for my results.

"Positive" I mumbled. I went to Sasha room and cried myself to sleep.

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Deandre Might Have Two Babies On The Way.
Chelsea Just Screwed Up.
What Will She Do?
How Will Her Parents Take The News?
Will She Even Tell Them?
How Will She Manage A Baby, School, and Basketball?

Sorry for the wait. But the story is finally stirring up. More surprises.