The bad boy and me (Editing)

11. Two months

(I just want to say I am unsure if this is how big she will actually be at this stage in the pregnancy, I just got the picture from the internet so sorry if that's wrong)

Two months. Two whole months since I was kicked out, since I've seen or talked to my parents and Tyler. It has also been two months since me and Grayson have had an actual full conversation. . . . While under the same roof. So as you could guess I still live with him, Ella, Ben and the kids. And it is very awkward.

I wasn't planning to stay very long but Ella insisted I stay as long as I need, which I felt really bad about considering I was just living here for free. So after a lot of begging and insisting Ella and Ben finally agreed to let me pay for the groceries, well half the groceries.

They only had one condition with it, which was when it was getting closer to the babies due date I stop paying for it. So I am able to save up for the baby, which I agreed to since at least it was something and hopefully I will be able to continue to pay.

I have been to two more ultrasounds and other appointments, which is very healthy which is good. Grayson hasn't been to any more of the appointments which is annoying but I can't do anything about it. If he doesn't want to be apart of his or her life then so be it, I won't force him.

Over the last two months as you could guess my stomach has grown surprisingly though no one from school has caught on yet and if they have they haven't questioned it. I'm honestly surprised no one has yet, but I guess I do wear baggy clothes to school and if I leave the house.

Which isn't so weird considering it is now winter so a lot of people do that now. I'll admit a couple people have noticed I have gotten a little fatter but they just assume I'm getting fat not that I'm pregnant.

The only thing I am dreading is when winter is over and people are able to tell I'm pregnant. Then guess who will be the talk of the school, that's right me I will be the talk of the school. I remember when I was a freshman, there was a senior girl who got pregnant, like me.

She ended up moving or she dropped out of school, I can't remember. It got so bad, so I'm not exactly looking forward to it. Im so scared someone is going to find out sooner then I hoped, when people do hear about it it's going to spread like wildfire. It's not going to be fun.

Another thing that isn't going to be fun and maybe just as painful, is seeing my parents. I haven't seen them since I left, and who knows how they're gonna react. Considering they don't exactly approve of my decision.

Are they going to ignore me, give me a dirty look, scream at me, beg for me back. Personally I'd rather the first maybe the last, so then no one will get suspicious. Everyone will think my life is good still. Everyone will assume I have the perfect little family.

Only thing I have to say is, why? Why did this happen to me? Five months ago I lived at home with my loving but strict parents. Grayson hardly even recognised me, I was innocent. Now I live with Grayson, and his sister. My parents hate me, I'm no longer innocent and I'm pregnant.

Life has definitely changed in the last five months.

I rub my hand over my slight bump, before rubbing my face with a groan. I throw my warm duvet off my cold body getting out of bed. Walking over my white dresser in my room in search of some clothes. After grabbing an outfit I grab a towel going to the bathroom for a shower.