London Love

Chapter 9

"You're pregnant?" She nodded.

"I found out a couple days ago." Tyrone is actually disgusting. How could he leave her with his baby? He is useless! She is pregnant at the age of 15 well nearly 16 and he has left her to handle it on her own.

"How could he leave you, knowing that..."

"He doesn't know. " Chantel said bowing her head down. This girl is not serious! He doesn't fucking know she's pregnant.

"Why didn't you tell him? "

"He wouldn't hear me out! I tried and tried, but he wouldn't listen!" Her voice echoed within the tiled walls of the bathroom.

"You NEED to tell him Chantel. That prick needs to know!"

She shook her head vigorously.

"Why fucking not."

"I just don't want to tell him okay!" She snapped.

"So what are you going to do? With the baby I mean."

"I have no clue."

"That's why you need to tell him. So you can decide."

"I'm not even sure I want it. I'm going to be in so much trouble. My mums gonna hate me." Her tears fastened.

"She won't hate you." I reassured her.

Didn't I tell her from the start to be careful but NO don't listen to me when I'M talking, I'm wrong! My sarcastic side was beginning to surface but I tried to keep it to myself. I let out a deep sigh. This is what happens when you don't listen to people. There are always repercussions to your actions.

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After that talk with Chantel, I really wanted to kill Tyrone and all day I thought of different ways to get rid of him. How could he do that to her? He knew how much he meant to her. And to think, I actually thought them being together was working within the weeks. Now I know that they are all the same. You can't trust any boy you seem to cross because all they'll do is disappoint.

I sat crossed legged on my bed looking through my phone. I was still annoyed by what Chantel had told me. It really got to me. Then I randomly began to think of Jerome.

Looking through my contacts I scrolled down to which I quote 'Sexy Jerome' was what he saved his number as. Seriously, he is such a waste man. My finger hovered over it and I contemplated in whether I should call him or not.

What would I say?

As I clicked on his name it began to ring and in all honesty I was lost for words. I can't believe me Layla Lee Wilson would ever be phoning fucking Jerome. Nah mate this is not going to be the end of it.

"So you decided to bell me Layla?" His low voice answered. So much for a greeting

"How did you even know it was me? I could have been a prank call." I replied

"Nah I never get prank calls. And even if I did I'd know coz their number would always be on private." He chuckled making my heart flutter.

"Aren't you a smart one." I joked

"Yeah. I'm very smart actually. And man can show you how smart I am..." He trailed on which made me roll my eyes at his flirty comment.

"Whatever. " I quickly interrupted.

"As you called me, I might as well ask you now rather than later." Ask me what? confusion overtook my thoughts.

"Next week Saturday I'm having a shubz, to celebrate my birthday. I wanted to ask if you wanted to come." He chuckled "Coz I already know that you can DANCE!" He emphasized.