The Bad Boys Baby. {RE-WRITING}

8. Half Mine.

8. Half Mine.

I'm currently being trapped by the main individual who I've been trying to avoid with this news. He dragged me over to a small diner in literal silence, very clear there is tension in the room.

He clearly wanted to talk about what happened and I am beyond fearful of him at this moment. He literally caught me.

I wish I had enough time and energy to think of an excuse but honestly, all I can think about is how truly nervous I am right now. I was literally hoping to avoid him.. for like ever. Yes, it sucked ending things with him and being avoided by him but it was never going to work out.

We were both complete opposites. The few times we hung out we hardly talked about anything deep, and when it came to talking about our feelings it was a few times out of the couple days we hung out.

I mean, I do know really well of him only because he's been my brothers friend for years but I only saw him as a complete dickhead. Especially with that one time in junior year when he snuck a kiss out of me at my brothers bonfire. Perhaps it was a whole make out session yeah, and he did make me feel like we would be more than that, only to be slapped in the face the next day with him dating a new girl.

So, if you're wondering, the day after we had sex definitely made me relive the moment from junior year. It was a humiliating feeling, especially since that was my first kiss.

He took my first kiss.. and my virginity. What has life come to?

We're sitting in the corner at a booth in this dingy diner and he finally decided to break the silence after the waitress greeted us with water, "Are you going to fucking explain yourself?"

I was shocked by the tone in his voice, "Ethan, it was nothing."

"Really? I find that hard to believe seeing that you were being seen by my mother, along with the strong grip you got on those pamphlets covered with pregnant women and fetuses." His eyes moved down towards my hands, along with giving a nod.

Shit. This whole time i've been zoned out I forgot about the pamphlets she'd given me.

"Ethan.." I sigh, letting the pamphlets go with placing them beside me on the seat, "I'm sorry.."

I am beyond nervous right now, my anxiety is on a high. My hands are fidgeting more than ever and I have no words.

If only telling him that I was pregnant was easier than even finding out.

"I want you to say it, Miya." His eyes are directly on me, not focused on anything else but me.

I literally want to cry right about now. Hormones or just me being me.. I still want to cry. I can't even bare to look him in the eyes so I fixated mine on the empty glass coffee cup right in-front of me.

"It's nothing, Ethan. I said nothing." I wipe a slick tear off of my cheek quickly before it could even drop.

I don't want to tell him at all, I'm scared for his reaction and abandonment. We literally aren't even together, it was just one stupid night where I betrayed my own morals when it came to hating Ethan for being him.

He was a guy I was never supposed to be involved with, but I constantly have a habit of lying to myself and making dumb decisions.