What Now? (Book 2) [l. hemmings]

Chapter 8

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Victoria's P.O.V.

I wake up for school on Monday with a text from Jess.

'I need you to skip school with me I really need to talk to you it's really important'

I sigh. But maybe I could ask her about LA.

'I need to ask you something important so just come over whenever'

Getting changed and doing some light makeup was all I could get done before there was a knock on the door.

She was quick.

I open the door and she looks nervous, panicked and scared.

"Jess you okay?" I ask.

"I don't know.." She replies.

We go upstairs to my room.

"You may want to sit down for this.." She says.

I cautiously sit down and give her a look.

She takes a deep breath, "I have kinda been hiding something from you..from everybody and I'm telling you first because I feel you would understand. But please, please don't hate me."

"Jess what's going on?" I ask.

"I-I..hold on." She says running out of the room.

I follow after her as she runs into the bathroom to throw up.

I kneel beside her and rub her back as she finishes.

I stand up, so does she and she goes to rinse her mouth.

"Why are you so nervous about that you're throwing up?" I ask her.

"That's not why I just threw up. I'm pregnant, Vic." She tells me.

My eyes widen. Oh my god.

"You're p-pregnant?" I ask. "Are you serious?"

She nods as tears fall from her eyes.

"Please don't hate me." She says sobbing.

I can't believe this. She's pregnant..

I pull her into a tight hug.

"I couldn't hate you." I quietly whisper. "Shh Jess."

As she sobs onto my shoulder I can feel her body trebling in my arms. I rub her back comfortingly before speaking up.

"Lets go to my room." I tell her.

We walk to my room and she sits on my bed, I sit next to her.

"Who knows about this?" I ask her.

"You.." She replies.

"You haven't told your family? How have you managed to hide this?" I continue asking questions.

"I haven't told them, no. And I honestly have no idea how I've been able to hide this for this long. I guess it's easier because I've been planning my outfits carefully. I'm not huge or anything... but I stick to sweaters, or anything baggy." She answers.