The Baby Problem

Prologue

There wasn't much I remembered about the night of October 15th, but what I found out had happened that night, I felt like I would never live it down.

It had all started with a text message. Sounds strange, but it's true. Two words summed it up very easily; Birthday Party. Word about my Birthday Bash that I was going to throw was spreading like wild fire. Facebook messages, Tweets, texts, and of course, old fashion word-of-mouth.

Seeing as it was the start of Senior year, everyone had no expectations, so I had to set the bar high for a great party. I wasn't the type of girl who wanted to get completely plastered at a party, but I did like having a good time. I might not have been the head cheerleader, or the captain of the soccer team, but I did fit in with the jocks just as good. I liked to party, and I liked to play soccer, just not for the school team.

With every good life, there came the bad parts of it. Sometimes, those come in the form of a boy named Chancler 'Chance' Hastings. He is the epitome of arrogant, self centered, girl-screwing, male chauvinist pig. He was also that one guy, that girls would swoon over, get with for a week, then be dumped out on their butts. Now I couldn't blame them for falling for his 6 foot, blonde hair, green eyes, and a perfect smile, but once that perfect mouth opened up to talk, it was all down-hill from there; to me.

I couldn't say I was jealous of his looks, before the.. incident, I was pretty desirable, too. I got most of my good looks from my mother, wherever she may be. With shimmering greyish-blue eyes, and mid back length strawberry blonde hair, things were working out for me in the looks department. Although, looking back on everything now I realize maybe that is what got me into this predicament in the first place.

What predicament you may ask?

Long story short, my baby.