Pregnant With The Emo Bad Boy's Baby...Great

I'm Pregnant With The Emo Bad Boy's Baby...Great. {8}

***3 Months Later***

***Ali’s POV***

3 months pregnant. I hadn’t talked to Ben anymore. I think he was too afraid of his mom to talk to me. My parents still didn’t know that he had gotten me pregnant. I was planning to tell them tonight.

Jersey and I walked through the halls together. I started wearing baggy shirts so that my stomach wouldn’t be as obvious. It was starting to stand out.

“Oh shit,” Jersey muttered. I gave him a questioning look as he started to speed up. “Jersey! Slow down!” I cried as I hurried to catch up to him. What was freaking him out so much? I looked around and my heart stopped.

Ben was making out with some girl.

I stopped walking and just stared. They pulled away and she smiled. He took her hand in his and they began to walk towards us. Jersey grabbed me and hurried me down the hall.

We stopped in front of his locker and I felt a tear crawl down my cheek. “Aw Ali! Don’t cry for him. He’s not worth it,” Jersey said as he hugged me tightly.

But I was pregnant with his child and he obviously didn’t want anything to do with me. I was just another one of his one night stands. “What happens to me now Jersey?” I whispered, placing my hands delicately on my stomach.

“Now I’m here for you,” he promised and I rested my head on his shoulder as more tears escaped me. Ben and his new girlfriend walked towards us. The girl opened a locker and began to put some books away.

Ben caught my eye. He had a cold, emotionless stare as he watched me cry. He didn’t even bother to ask me what was wrong. Just watched me cry.

“What the hell are you staring at Benjamin?” Jersey snapped. “Nothing,” he said casually. “Absolutely nothing.” “I’ll break your fucking face,” Jersey growled. Ben shrugged. “Do it. I don’t give a shit.”

The girl watched in confusion. “Ben, stop. Let’s just go,” she urged. “No way. If Jersey has a problem, he can come over here and hit me. Do it Jersey. Hit me,” Ben challenged.

I grabbed Jersey’s arm as he moved towards Ben. “Don’t,” I begged quietly. “Like you said Jersey; he’s not worth it.” Jersey shot a hate filled look at Ben before moving back to hold me. “Walk away Ben,” he hissed. “Now.”

Ben raised one of his thin eyebrows. “I thought you were going to hit me?” “Stop it! Please!” I begged, wiping my eyes. Ben just stared at me again. “Who is she?” his girlfriend whispered.

Ben shrugged. “Never seen her before.” I felt more tears rush to my eyes. “Ben,” I whispered. “You little shit!” Jersey cried. “No. Please Jersey,” I said, grabbing his arm again. Jersey glared at Ben, willing him to die.

Ben rolled his eyes and kissed his girlfriend deeply. “Come on love. Let’s go,” he said with a smile and led her away. I buried my face in Jersey’s chest and he soothed me.

The end of the day came quick and I shakily went home with Pez. He followed me up to my room. “Are you telling mom and dad tonight?” he asked quietly. I nodded slowly. “What do you think they’re going to do?” I asked in fear.

“Support you,” he said confidently. “They’re going to support you because they love you. And I love you.” He hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead.

“Dinner time kids!” mom’s voice called sometime later. Pez gave me a reassuring smile and we walked downstairs together. I was shaking violently. I was so terrified.

Mom noticed me and frowned deeply. “Ali…is something wrong? You’re shaking!” Dad looked at me now too. He frowned and they came over to me. I glanced at Pez who nodded. I burst into tears. I just couldn’t do this.

“Ali!” mom and dad cried in alarm. “What’s wrong sweetie?” dad asked gently. “I-I’m p-pregnant,” I whimpered. It got eerily silent in the house. Pez watched anxiously. Mom and dad just stared at me. “What?” mom whispered.

“I’m 3 months pregnant,” I said quietly, trying to stop crying. I lifted my shirt to show the slight bump. Mom covered her mouth in horror. Dad sat down heavily as he stared. “Who did this to you?” he asked, tears slowly rising to his eyes.

I glanced at Pez. “Tell them,” he growled. “Tell them everything that bastard has done to you.” So I did. I told my parents everything. I told them about the night it happened, when I went to his house, and even what happened today.

“Pez you knew? And you didn’t tell us?!” mom cried angrily. “I made him stay quiet!” I said quickly. No way was Pez getting in trouble for my mistake. Mom wrapped her arms around me tightly. “Dear god Ali. We would never kick you out,” she whispered.

Dad stood up and he also hugged me. “Tomorrow is Saturday,” he said quietly. “I want to meet this boy. I want to meet the boy who did this to you.” I looked into his eyes. “What are you going t do to him dad?” He smiled softly at me. “You’ll see.” He kissed my forehead.

“I’m going to convince him to help you.”