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

I'm Pregnant With The Emo Bad Boy's Baby...Great. {27}

***Ben’s POV***

I walked into school with Marilyn Manson blasting out of my headphones. Putting Holes In Happiness. One of my favorite songs by him.

My head looked around for Ali. I needed to apologize to her. I knew I had a bad temper. I knew I shouldn’t have slapped her. I felt really bad for doing that to her.

I saw her standing with Jersey. I sighed and walked over to her. “Uh…Ali?” She faced me and turned away. I blinked and frowned. “Ali, I need to talk to you.” She ignored me. “Ali!” I snapped, irritation exploding in my voice.

“Go away Ben!” Jersey snapped. “Shut up! I need to talk to her!” I said angrily. I reached out to grab her shoulder. I wasn’t going to hurt her. Just wanted to turn her to face me.

She flinched as soon as my hand got near her. I froze, realizing that she thought I would actually hit her again. Jersey jumped at me and knocked me away from her. “You stay away from her,” he hissed dangerously.

“Ali, please just let me talk to you!” I begged. “Go away! You’re just a danger to everyone. A walking bomb. Anything can set you off,” Jersey said with a hate filled glare. That stopped me. He was right. I hated it, but I knew it was true. I was a walking bomb. If someone made me mad, I hit them. I did whatever I could to hurt them.

I gulped back the words rising in my throat. No. I would not admit that I was quickly becoming my mother. To say it was to make it true and I would not make it true.

Instead, I clenched my fists and glared right back at them. “Fine. Have fun raising two kids on your own!” I made sure I said it loud enough for everyone else to hear. They all stared before exploding into whispers.

Tears rose in Ali’s eyes.

I walked away triumphantly to find myself a little fun for tonight.

***Ali’s POV***

“Jersey I can’t believe he would say that!” I sobbed. Jersey held me tightly as kids stared at us. “What the hell are you looking at?” Jersey snapped. They turned away and whispered excitedly to each other. Probably about the single pregnant girl.

“He’s such an ass!” I cried, furious now. Damn pregnant hormones. “You fucking man whore!” I shouted after his retreating figure. He raised his hand, his middle finger pleasantly sticking up.

“You’re the one who wouldn’t let him talk.”

We glared at Chris. He shrugged casually. “He wanted to apologize to you and you were acting like a stuck up bitch. Face it Ali, drugs and alcohol are a part of Ben. They’re his relief. He needs them. Unless you enjoy a dead baby daddy.” His tone made me want to punch him. No wonder he and Ben were such close friends. They were both stuck up, cocky bastards.

“Well he could at least try to quit!” I snapped. He laughed. “He did try once. Nearly killed himself with his knife.” I went silent. I had never thought of it that way. “He still cuts,” I pointed out. Chris nodded. “Yea, he does. But not as bad as he would.”

Maybe Chris had a point. I suddenly started crying again. I had really screwed everything up this time. Ben wasn’t going to want me now. I had been so bitchy to him when he was just trying to apologize and make everything right again.

“Now what do I do?” I asked miserably.

“Forget about him.”

“Find him.”

They spoke at the same time and then glared at each other. “No, she’ll find him. Because if she doesn’t, he might hurt himself. You won’t like me very much if he does that,” Chris growled.

“Ali, he’s just going to keep hurting you,” Jersey promised, completely ignoring Chris. I had never realized how protective Chris was of Ben. “But I love him,” I whispered.

Jersey sighed impatiently. “We already went over this Ali.” He kissed my forehead and took my hand in his. “Come on. It’s you and me now,” he whispered and pulled me away from Chris. He kissed my lips deeply.

I looked up and saw Ben. The look in his eyes was flat and unreadable. He turned away and walked out of my sight. I felt awful. I really had screwed this entire thing up. Jersey wasn’t the twins’ father. Ben was. I didn’t love Jersey.

I loved Ben.

I ran away from Jersey to find Ben.

“Ali?” I spun to face Hanley. He looked frightened. Chris was with him, his face pale and impatient. “Let’s go Hanley!” he begged. “Come on Ali,” Hanley urged.

He grabbed my hand and he and Chris hurried me out of school. We got in Chris’s car and he sped off. “Where are we going?” I demanded. Hanley gulped and turned to face me.

“We think Ben’s going to attempt suicide.”