Luke
Luke and I have been going at it for hours now thank god its friday.
TGIF.TGIF.TGIF
I start to chant Katy Perry in the back of my mind now. "Luke we need to decide" I say ignoring Katy Perry ( I'm sorry Katy I'll come back...) "Well what do you want me to say? I don't know let's keep it I guess"
I guess?! I GUESS!
"What the hell do you mean, I guess?" I ask a bit harshly we made something together it's like a cake you can't throw it away even if it's bad. "Look I don't know what to do here I want to graduate I want to make a living a baby was suppose to come later in my thirty's I'm only nineteen"
I understand him, I do.
I had a plan of my own too.
And it didn't involve a baby.
But maybe we can squeeze the baby in.
"Luke baby..." I say in soft voice trying to keep calm myself because we honestly just have no idea what to do. He sniffs "What are we going to do?" He asks me his eyes already red, his cheeks a light pink nose red too.
I feel terrible now I mean it wasn't just my fault it was a mistake a mistake that will cost us a lot in our future...if we keep it...if...
I start to cry too and we kinda just sit there thinking in the silence "I have an idea" I say after a long ....a f.ucking long silence. He looks up and gives me a look. You know that "what is it then?" Luke face he does.
"Let's talk to our parents I know yours aren't in the states but we can video chat them once we talk to mine, how does that sound?" He smiles a little but I mean a little just a tiny one.
"Sounds good"
Michael
Michael hasn't said a word to in the past three days he avoids me in school. We've been so close we are best friends we are dating, yet he ignores.
It's Tuesday and I can't take it anymore I have to confront him we have to decide what we're going to do not just me we.
After the final bell I make my way to his car before he can get there knowing he will stop at the vending machine for a snack.
His fat ass....such a dork my dork
NO FOCUS WOMAN
I wait and when I see him coming we make eye contact and I can see by his facial expression that he isn't too happy. He walks up to me and he half smiles "Hey...babe" he says awkwardly.
I scoff.
"Don't you "hey babe" me Michael Gordon Clifford" I said in a cold harsh tone. I'm pissed and when I'm pissed I'm pissed.
"Look I'm sorry okay? This isn't what I planned" he says scratching the back of his neck "Look who's talking I'm the one who's pregnant!" I yelled.
"Get in the car" I said to him and we both got in and now it was more serious. "What are we going to do about this Michael?! I'm pregnant! I'm seventeen years old I shouldn't be having a kid I should be drinking vodka a party."
