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Chapter eight

Stacey Jensen

When is this nausea going to end? Ever since I had peed on that sticks. It became a permanent fixture in my everyday routine. And that is having my head buried in a toilet bowl. I don't call puking my guts out, morning sickness. I call it any time of the day sickness. And she is a nasty bitch depriving me of food. Which is one of my favorite past times. How am I supposed to survive being pregnant? When any time sickness purges my food out of my system like it got permission by the law for getting pregnant so young.

I have yet to tell Ryan. I've been holding on to this information for a full week and have sworn Mel to secrecy. Ryan is going to be pissed if he learns that Mel knew before him. What if he blames me? And orders me to abort the baby. Abortion did cross my mind. I am far too young to be a mom. But I also want Ryan to have a say. And not jump to abortion first. I want to see if he truly loves and cares about me. And if he would accept me and our unborn child before I bring up murdering an innocent fetus. I've seen too many relationships end up in disaster when a baby comes into the picture. Leticia Quickfall became pregnant by a bus driver and was still in school. Turns out he had more than one girlfriend and more children. He had dumped her while she was pregnant. Terry Gold, Tamsin Smith, and many more were in the same boat as Leticia just different stories. They all ended up with other guys while raising their previous boyfriend's children. I can't help to wonder if I'm going to end up in the same boat as them.

I've made my situation worse by avoiding Ryan. I got so bad that I ended up hiding in the girl's toilet during lunch. I wasn't even shocked when I exited Mr. King's class after the final bell had rung. And saw Ryan waiting outside the door. I could tell he was angry and hadn't said a word when he dragged me to his house. Once in his bedroom and locking the door behind us he demanded I tell him why I was avoiding him. I wasn't feeling well, is what I had said. It was part of the truth and I still felt like I lying bitch. It irked me when he just silently nodded his head and suspicion clouded his eyes. I knew he didn't believe my bullshit. He ordered me to get comfortable and to pick a movie from his small collection of DVD box sets. While he went to prepare lunch and snacks. I did as requested. And rolled my eyes while doing it. I've also had a silent but loud argument with him in my head. I know I sound crazy. I had stripped out of my uniform and slid one of his tees over my underwear. I chose Got. I was already under the bed covers. When Ryan returned looking like he had raided their kitchen downstairs. His arms and hands were exploding with food, snacks, and beverages. He seemed pleased that I had listened to his orders. I only followed it because I feel shitty for ignoring him. Or we would be having a screaming match by now. He laid the stuff out at the foot of the bed and went to lock the door and then stripped off his clothes. I avoided staring at his hot magnificent athletic body before I jumped him. My hormones are all over the place. It's erratic and only had one deed in mind. Sex! And more sex. I could tell it angered him but he maintained being calm and slid in next to me. Naked as the day he was born. 

Ryan was too quiet. He wasn't persistent he just took my word even though he knew I was lying. It bothered me that he didn't go all alpha male on me. Grunting and growling in my face while having me trapped in a corner, against a door and his favorite position me under him. But that was yesterday it's a new day and we go to Saint Mark's university. It's career day and all grade eleven pupils must attend. No exceptions even if Saint Marks isn't on your list of universities to attend. I didn't bother dressing up. A pair of blue skinny jeans, Ryan's oversized long-sleeve soccer jerseys, and pink chucks would do. I'm so aware of the small human baking in my oven. I thank God that Nora didn't start cooking breakfast yet. At least I could escape getting sick this morning. I grab a granola bar and sealed bottled water out of the fridge and rush out the door. When I arrive at school Ryan is waiting in the usual spot. And damn he looks good to climb like a tree. He's wearing black Nike cuff tracksuit pants, a black hoody, and his black genuine leather jacket over it. He has a pair of black Chuck tailors on his feet. My boyfriend looks smoldering hot and sexy.