*Pregnant* Justin Bieber Love Story

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

 

YOUR POV: It’s been 2 weeks since me and Justin, you know, did it, and my life is hell. Everyone points and whispers whenever I walk by, and I’m known as the biggest slut in the whole school, and to top it all off, I’m late, like REALLY late. So that’s why I’m shopping for pregnancy tests with Bella. “Okay, I think you should be good, tell me the results later, I’m sorry I can’t be there for you.” She said. “That’s okay,” I replied, “I’d rather do it alone anyways.” “Okay, see you later” she said and walked off. I ran all the way home and into the bathroom in my bedroom, my mom wasn’t home so this was the perfect time to do this. I waited for what seemed like hours, and then I finally got the results. I dropped the stick on the floor when I read that horrible word, pregnant. I burst into tears and fell to the floor crying. How could this happen to me? Wasn’t my life horrible enough. After a few hours, I finally decided that I had to tell Justin. I wiped the tears from my eyes and got off the bathroom floor. I went out onto my balcony and saw Justin sitting on his bed, surfing the internet. It took all my courage to jump onto his balcony and knock on his windows. He looked up, then glared at me. He swung the door open so fast and said “What?” “We have to talk” I said, getting more and more nervous each second that I was there. “Fine, what is it?” “You might want to sit down” I told him. I could see confusion come over his face, but it quickly went cold again, but I could tell he knew what I was about to say. “I-I… I’m… pregnant, and… you’re the father.” I stammered out. He looked absolutely shocked. “No, no, I can’t, you’re lying.” “Why would I lie about being pregnant!” “Because you want to get back at me!” “Why!?” “Because I was praised for having sex with you and now you look like a whore! You just want sympathy! You want to make me look like the bad guy!” “You manipulated me! If people don’t think you’re a jackass then a baby won’t do anything to win them over!” “You know what? This is your fault” “My fault?” This boy was really pissing me off now! Why would he even blame this on me? “Because, you should’ve been protected!” “How was I supposed to know you wanted to sleep with me?! You barely talk to me!” “No, you can’t blame this on me!” “You’re the one who planned the whole things, so yeah, you’re to blame!” “I’m not taking care of this baby, no way in hell will I ever take care of this baby, I have a girlfriend!” “Oooo, you have a girlfriend. Like I care! That stupid Juss chick can have you all to herself for all I care, but I am not raising this child on my own!” “I refuse to be a part this!” “Looks like you are!” “Leave…” he said, pointing to his bedroom door. “Fine… but you’re going to help me raise this baby whether you like it or not!” And with that I left. I slammed his bedroom door shut and angrily stomped down the stairs. I was about to reach for the door handle when someone else opened it. A surprised woman stepped in, who I’m guessing was his mother. “Who are you?” she asked. “No one” I said without looking at her. I ran all the way up to my room, buried my head in my pillows, and started to cry...............................................................

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