Why? // Bade.

12. Vega.

Jade's POV

I wake up and roll over. Someone's banging around in the kitchen.
"Beck...?" I whisper.
"Sorry, it's Tori."
Immediately, yesterday's events flood into my brain. I told Beck I was pregnant, he wants an abortion, and then I broke up with him. I still don't really get why I can't just get an abortion. Everything could go back to normal.
I guess it's because of my crappy life. I got mistreated and pushed down as an innocent child. So I don't think it's fair that my innocent child is blamed for being.... Created.
So I showed up at Tori's in hopes that she'd take me in. Thankfully, she did. And I know I'd never admit it, but I owe her big time.
I get up out of bed and walk to the kitchen. Tori makes herself coffee and I glare at her.
"Want a cup?" She asks.
"Yes," I shoot back at her. "But I'm not allowed coffee. Pregnant, remember?"
Tori apologizes and goes to the fridge. "What do you want for breakfast?"
"You shouldn't ask me that question."
"Why?" She asks.
"You're just as clueless as Beck!" I say. "Cravings, I have insane cravings!"
"Okay, sorry..."
"It's fine. Now, let me see this fridge," I say walking closer to her.
Milk, eggs, butter, jam, bacon.....
"Do you have white bread?"
"Does it have to be white?"
"Yes!" I shoot back as quietly as I can. Only Tori's Mom knows I'm pregnant. And I'm not planning on letting anyone else know. Just Tori, Mrs. Vega, and.... Beck. "I want white bread."
"Let me see...." Tori says, shuffling through the pantry. "White bread.... Here!"
"Thank the lord!"
Tori laughs and hands me the bread. I quickly slap on whatever looks good into it and find that it satisfies me..... Well, after three sandwiches.
"I you eat like that," Tori says. "People are gonna know what's going on."
She's starting to annoy me. As much as I try not to admit it, I consider Tori at least as a friend. Not an on or off one. A real one. How can't I though? She's helping me out more during this pregnancy so far than the actual father. My ex.
It sounds so weird. Beck and I have only split twice. Well, now three times, and this one's for good.
The first time was for only a couple of days. The second one was for a couple of months. And this third one, permanently.

And if I'm having a baby, I doubt I'm ever going to fall in love again.

So Beck's lucky. He was my first, and he's my last love....

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"Are you coming, Jade?!" Tori hollers from outside.
"Ya, ya!" I yell back. "I'm just putting a T-shirt on!"
I grab my bag and head outside. Tori holds up her hand. "Whoa, whoa!"
"What?!" Now I'm just plain annoyed. Am I ever going to get to school?
"Calm down," Tori says. "Anyways, how long are you planing to keep your extra person a secret?"
"As long as I can," I reply. "Why? Can't we just go?"
"Change your shirt. You're showing. Like, a lot."
"But I'm only three months!" I whine. "And I don't have any flowy shirts!"
"I do."
"I'm not wearing a pink princess pony shirt," I say in my serious tone. One that usually scares off people.
"It's black."
"Oh! Where is it? We only have twenty minutes! It's a fifteen minute drive!"
Tori runs back into the house and I follow her as quickly as I can. Great, I already look and feel super pregnant. Although, I haven't actually looked at my bump yet. I've been trying to ignore it.
I finally reach Tori's room huffing and panting. In her hands she holds up a long-sleeved black shirt with criss crossed threads in the back.
"That's actually really cute."
"I know," She says with a smile. "It just looks horrible on me."
I peel my shirt off in front of her and turn sideways, looking in her mirror.
"I do have a bump."
For three months, I look huge. I mean, I'd be surprised if this looser shirt even covers the bump. Slipping the shirt over my head, I check one more time.
"No bump," I say with a smile. "THANKYOU Tori."
She smiles. "Friends?"
I put out my hand and she shakes it. "Friends."
Then my stomach flips and I have to run to her bathroom and throw up all three sandwiches.
"Jade?" Tori asks knocking on the open door. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm perfectly fine! What do you think?" I say sarcastically. "I'm barfing..." I do it again. "In your toilet!"
"Sorry."
After a few more minutes, I rinse out my mouth and brush my teeth again.
"I honestly don't care if we're late," I say checking my phone. It's 8:50. First period started twenty minutes ago.
"Are you ready to go?" Tori asks nicely. So only a little bit annoying.
"Yes." I say. "Do I look like I just puked in a toilet for five or ten minutes?"
"Umm...." She hands me a wet paper towel. "Wipe your hair on the way there."
"Eew.."
"Sorry."

We enter up getting to school at 9:32. The drive was supposed to take fifteen minutes, but it ended up taking a half hour. I'm tired, frustrated, sick, and craving cranberry muffins dipped in honey. I hate cravings.
The bell rings as soon as I put all my things away in my locker. Tori and I grab our things and head to Sikowitz', our next class. Thankfully. He's the only class that I actually enjoy, like a lot .
As we walk into the door, a bunch of the kids stare at me in the back. Probably because my hair's damp, I'm walking in with Tori, and I'm late. Cat jumps out of her seat and hugs me, a hug I don't return.
"Jadey!" She squeals in her high squeaky voice.
"I thought I told you not to call me that?" I ask, hinting at her that she was getting on my nerves and I was having a bad day.
Of course, she didn't notice. That's Cat for ya.
"Why are you late?" She asks.
"Because-"
"And why are you with Tori?" Robbie asks, interrupting me. Something that usually gets on my nerves.
"Becau-"
"And why aren't you with Beck? He said you were sick," Andre says.
Beck hasn't admitted that we're over yet.
"Well, to answer your questions, I'm late because I am sick." Like badly.
"And why are you with Tori?" Andre asks.
"You guys are so nosy!" I say.
"But why?" Cat asks.
I breathe in deeply and out. Then, I turn in the direction of Beck. Cat's standing in front of him, but he's on the other side of the room. I cans see him staring at me though, staring at my stomach. Shock still was all over his face, but also, another emotion.
"I came with Tori," I say taking a dramatic pause, but also another deep breath. "Because Beck and I broke up last night."
A few people gasped. I guess they thought we were going to be together for a really long time. But then again, Beck and I thought that. Now look at us.
Sikowitz walked in that moment, saving my butt.
"Everybody sit down!"
Tori and I sit together as far as possible from Beck, Cat follows us.

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Lunch. It's lunch.
And I have no idea what to do. Do I sit with the group? More like, do I sit with Beck? I caught him staring at me in every class. He's freaking out, I can tell.
But he's not the one who has to carry around the stupid baby.
I walk over to the truck and get two burritos, with a side of fries. A couple people stare. I'm usually the salad kind. But lettuce is not gonna cut the cravings. Eating burritos instead of spaghetti and meatballs is hard enough.
"Tori?" I ask her as she follows me to where we can get napkins. "Ask your mom for spaghetti tonight. I'm craving it like, really badly."
"Okay."
She grabs a couple napkins and both of our lunches.
"I'm capable of carrying food."
"I know, but can you go get me a pop. You should probably get a water."
"Yes ma'am," I reply with a glare and a frown. I hate not being able to drink caffeine. I haven't had coffee in forever!
On my way back to the truck, a hand grabs my wrist. I knew who it is before he even speaks. I've memorized the feeling of Beck's hand.
"What do you want Beck?" I ask annoyed. I'm really actually freaking out.
"For you to come back home."
"We've been over this," I say. Now I'm clearly annoyed. So one day he wants to murder my baby and the next he wants me home? "We are over. Permanently. You aren't going to be apart of my child's life."
"It's my child too," He whispers.
"No, it's mine."
He looks down at my stomach. "How are you... Umm... Feeling?"
"Why should you know?"
"Jade."
"Fine," I say with a huff. "I'm feeling hungry. So let me eat!"
With that, I turn and stomp over to the table.

Over to the people my child will grow up with. It may not have a Dad, but it'll have an Auntie Cat, Uncle Robbie, Uncle Andre, and even an Auntie Tori.

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