Chapter 3

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Mother at sixteen #3

I open my eyes and feel something heavy on my back. I turn my face away from the pillow and see max on top of me. See I wouldn't mind that he was on top of me if it wasn't nine thirty in the morning.

"Shit! Max get off we have to go or were going to be late!" I hit his back trying to get his attention. His head whips up and gets off of me. "Shit ever I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to be on top of u like that I could've killed your baby!"

I laugh quietly at him trying to cover it with a cough "Max it's fine but we need to get to school before the bell rings or my father will have my head." he nods his head and goes into his closet to find clothes.

I get off the bed and go to his dresser to see all my clothes neatly folded and grab a pair of jeans and white tank top with flowy designs. I turn on Max's iPod singing bring me to life by evanescence dancing along to the beat while getting ready.

Everybody told me I have a voice of a rocker and should make a band but I don't know. Who would want a pregnant girl that's fifteen to have gigs and have her water break on stage? Max comes in with his faded jeans but no shirt.

 I turn to see him right in front of me. I squeal not expecting him to be so close. Max laughs loudly knowing he scared me. He ruffles my hair and says "Aw! You got scared!!" I frown at him and pout my lips

"That wasn't nice Maxie" he winces at the old nickname I have for him. "Don't call me that ever!" I laugh at him and touch his chest. "Oh Hun I thought u liked that name though."

He shudders and says "ever go get ready or you’re going to be late." I sigh and nod going to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see my long brown wavy hair and bright blue eyes looking back at me. I do my hair quickly and walk down the stairs.

Gloria max's mom spots me and smiles brightly "Ever honey why didn't you tell me you were here?!?! I would've made you breakfast." Max groans beside me "mom we have to go or else well be late I love you bye"

He pulls me out of his house quickly and opens my car door for me. He walks over to the driver's side and drives his car to hell.

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