Obese // Ashton Irwin [On Hold]

Truth

It's my birthday! I'm 18!

Truth

"Is there something I should know?" He questions with a pointed look directed at me.
My face warms, and I bite lip, looking back down at me.

Yes, there is. But I don't think you should know. I silently say in my head.

"Meredith?" He calls, snapping me out of thinking about a million ways to get rid of him. I can't look at him, I won't. I'm going to cry. "Can you please answer me?" He says in a much tender tone. I silently whimper.

You weak little fat girl.

I finally lift my head and meet his yes. "Not here." I walk past him and hope he doesn't follow and just stays down there till he decides to leave. By the time I make it my room, my eyes are full of tears. I wait by the door, then close it after he walks in.

I should be embarrassed by the many poster littered around my room and the scale by my bed, but that's the least of my worries.

I lock the door and turn to face him, letting out a deep breath. I turn on the radio and raise the volume a little to drown out our voices if Kelsey and Andrew to eavesdrop. I gesture for him to sit in my bed, then walk to my bathroom, opening the floor cabinet under the sink and pulling out a small bag with the pregnancy test I saved, the test results from the hospital I got when no one knew, and some of my biological mothers jewelry she gave me before she passed when I was five.

"So are you gonna tell me why my friend have been following you around like lost puppies?" He snaps as I walk into the room. I glare at him. "Why are you in my house?"

He snorts. "Because you're brother let me in," he sarcastically replies. When he sees the glare that I hope seems deadly, he answers truthfully, "because I want to know why my friends skipped school with you and why wasn't I invited. Also, they wouldn't tell me and said it wasn't their place to."

I look down at my size 11 converse, wanting a big hole to appear so I could fall in it. "I'm going to ask you a question and I want you to answer it without any stupid remarks. I want a civilized conversation." He snorts again. I snap my head up and glare again.

He sighs. "How long has it been since we slept together?" I shyly ask, my cheeks heating when the memories flood my brain. He chokes on air then coughs awkwardly. "What?"

I stare at him, silently repeating civilized conversation.

"About a few weeks." I nod. "Remember second period, a while back, when I ran out of the room and the teacher had to chase me down." He laughs. "I've never seen you run that fast in my life."

"I had to throw up." He cringes. "Do you why girls throw up after having sex?"

"Because they swallowed too much?" He slaps his knee laughing, before seeing my glare. He clears his throat. "Why?

I open my bag, and pull out the pregnancy test, throwing it at him. He catches the stick, looks at me then the stick. His eyes widen and his mouth parts.

"W-What is this?" He softly whispers. I look down at my feet.

Here it comes.

In...

1...

2...

3...

"You're pregnant?!" He exclaims, looking at me with an incredulous look. I sob silently, a tear slipping down my cheek as I nod. "What?!" I wipe my eyes. He stares at me with an emotion I can't decipher. He looks between the test and I, before his eyes widen in realization. "Who's is it?"