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

I'm Pregnant With The Emo Bad Boy's Baby...Great. {13}

***Ben’s POV***

“BJ! You’re back!” Chris said with a grin as I walked over to him. I nodded. “Yea.” Pez had every right to beat me up. I wasn’t going to deny that. “Good to have ya back BJ,” Chris said, patting me on the back as I stood with him.

I sighed. I hated it when he called me BJ. My father had named me and he obviously hadn’t been thinking when he did. Who the hell gives their kid the initials BJ? Chris had called me Blow Job for a while until he, thankfully, shortened it to BJ.

I had even been called RJ before. But I hated that too. My name was Ben and that was what I wanted to be called. Not RJ, not BJ, not some other stupid name. Ben.

Chris ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “Movie night?” he offered. I shrugged. “Sure.” He grinned. “Awesome. I can rent Death Note.” I made a face. “That live action shit?” He nodded. “Yes!” I rolled my eyes. “It’s so fucking lame. But whatever. Rent it if you want.”

I put on my iPod and allowed Papa Roach to play.

You know I love it when you're down on your knees
And I'm a junky for the way that you please
You shut me up when you swallow me down
My back to the wall you're going to town
I almost told you that I loved you
Thank god I didn't 'cause it would've been a lie
I say the damnedest things when you're on top of me
I almost told you that I loved you
I hate to say it but it has to be said
You look so fragile as I fuck with your head
I know it shouldn't but it's getting me on
If sex is the drug then what is the cause?
I almost told you that I loved you
Thank god I didn't 'cause it would've been a lie
I say the damnedest things when you're on top of me
I almost told you that I loved you
I'm not the one that you want, not the one that you need
My love is like a fucking disease
You can give me your hand, you can make your demands
I'm the hardest motherfucker to please
I almost told you that I loved you
Thank god I didn't 'cause it would've been a lie
I say the damnedest things when you're on top of me
I almost told you that I loved you
I almost told you that I loved you
Thank god I didn't 'cause it would've been a lie
I say the damnedest things when you're on top of me
I almost told you that I loved you

I mentally sighed. What the hell was I supposed to do about Ali? If I didn’t help her, Pez would kill me. If I did help her, mom would kill me. I needed to go talk to my best friend. “You rent the movie and I’ll be over later Chris. I have to talk to Hanley.”

He frowned. “Something wrong Ben?” I shrugged. “Not really. I just need to talk to him.” I waved and walked away from Chris. I walked to Hanley’s house and knocked on the door.

His dad answered and smiled at me. “Hi there Ben! Hanley’s up in his room.” I thanked him and walked in. Their giant dog, Ronnie, jumped up at me and tried to lick my face. “Get off,” I growled and walked up to Hanley’s room.

I opened the door and walked into his room. He spun around, This Is Halloween playing out of his speakers. I rolled my eyes. “Nice song choice.” He cracked a smile. “Hey Ben.”

I sat on his bed and pulled my headphones out. “What’s up?” he asked, noticing the look in my eyes. His eyes widened and he jumped at me. “The fuck are you doing?” I asked angrily. He grabbed my arm and, as Ali had done, shoved my wristband up.

“Ben,” he hissed as he looked at the deep cut from last night. “You promised!” I gave him a cold look. “People break promises.” He sat up and I pulled the wristband back over my scars. “I know what this is about,” he said quietly.

I avoided his eyes. “You don’t have to be like him Ben. You don’t have to break promises and walk out on your own child,” he said, his voice shaking. His mom had recently walked out on him.

“It’s who I am Hanley,” I said at last. “I sleep around. I lie. I cheat. I drink. I smoke. I sneak out. I fight. I swear. I cut.” He sighed. “What are you thinking?” I asked suspiciously. He smiled sadly. “I’m thinking about my mom.” I went quiet. I wasn’t good with emotions. Hanley was the only person besides my parents and his girlfriend who had ever seen me cry. And I had only cried because he was trying to kill himself.

I sighed and got up. “Sorry Han. I’ve got to go.” He knew I was lying. He always knew when I was lying. But I didn’t want to talk to him anymore. I didn’t want to dump my problems on him. He had enough to deal with without me bitching my feelings to him like I was a chick.

I left and went to Chris’s.

***Ali’s POV***

I sat in my room listening to Undead by Hollywood Undead. Pez was grounded for what he did to Ben. Mom and dad had paid Ben’s hospital bill even though dad hadn’t been happy about that.

“A baby will cost a lot more than his hospital bill,” he grumbled. But mom had insisted on paying the bill. I think mom felt bad for Ben. She sympathized with him.

The door bell rang, bringing me out of my thoughts, and I ran down to answer the door. I was home alone. I opened the door and looked at Ben’s best friend Hanley.

“Um, hi Hanley,” I said in surprise. He hung out with Jersey and Dekka a lot but I had never really talked to him. He was a really quiet kid. He looked extremely nervous right now. “Uh, may I come in?” he asked politely. I nodded and stepped aside.

I led him into my living room and we sat on the couch. “Look Ali, Ben told me,” he said, his eyes flicking to my stomach. I placed my hands on it delicately. “I expected he would. You won’t tell, right?” He nodded. “Of course I won’t tell!” Even though I knew my stomach would make it obvious pretty soon.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I know that he acts like he doesn’t care. But he does. Trust me, it’s bothering him. A lot. He was just over my house a little while ago. He’s scared to be like his dad.” I bit my lip. “His dad left him, right?” Hanley nodded. “When he was 10. Ben’s afraid to abandon his own child but he’s terrified to abandon his sister.”

I suddenly got curious, despite the situation. “Hanley, what did his dad look like?” Hanley looked a little surprised. “Um, here, do you have a computer?” I nodded and got my laptop for him. He went onto his facebook and clicked on his dad’s page. He went to the photo album and searched around a little.

“There. That’s Ben and I with his dad when we were 9.” He pointed to the picture. I looked at it and my eyes widened in shock. Ben and Hanley stood together squinting in the sunlight at the camera with smiles on their faces. A man stood behind them. A familiar looking man. No wonder I hadn’t figured it out before. Ben didn’t look too much like his dad. But now it struck me.

The man at the hospital had been Ben’s father.