wrong number ; j.g

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"Ana, you're pregnant," the doctor said.

I felt Johnson's eyes resting on me. I stared at my hands, which were in my lap, with wide eyes. I was speechless.

"Ana, you have many options-"

"I know what my options are."

He purses his lips.

"If you have any complications at all during your pregnancy, you need to come back immediately. If you have and bleeding or excruciating pains, fainting, anything along those lines," he explains. "Every three months, well schedule an appoint, unless you have any questions."

I stare at him with fear written all over my face.

"I'll leave you two alone," he says as he leaves.

Johnson stands up and walks closer to me.

"Are you going to tell Jack?" he asks me, sounding pretty concerned.

"No, he'd leave me in a heartbeat. His fans would hate him, and me," I shook my head and blinked away my tears.

"He wouldn't leave-"

"Johnson, would you want your fans to hate you, if you were in his shoes? Would you want them all to know your girlfriend is pregnant, and it's not yours? They'd call her a slut and everything else."

"We can explain the situation-"

"The media twists your words, J. They make it into something it's not," I look at him, and by the look on his face, he knew I was right.

"A-are you going to tell him that Dillon took your vir-"

"Stop!" I yell and tug at my hair. "Just leave!"

He nodded and quietly left me alone. I got dressed and left.

***

going home. call me when you're home.

***

As I was about to unlock my front door, I realized the door was already unlocked. I opened the door and the first thing I saw was suitcases and clothes scattered across the living room.

"Ana! You're home!" I heard my mom exclaim.

"Yeeeeah," I say, dragging the E.

"Where have you been? We've been here for four hours, and we tried calling," she says.

"No you didn't," I say, recalling that I had no
missed calls.

Oh, yeah. We didn't get around to that," says as she digs through the clothes.

"What are you doing?" I asked annoyed.

"I'm looking for my ring!" she says. "Oh! There it is!"

I groan and walk upstairs. I throw myself on my bed and stare at he ceiling.

I see that my phone is ringing, and I answer it.

"Hey," Jack's voice says from the other line. "Did the results show anything?"

"No. The police let you go?"

"Yeah. They're taking your word for it, since there's no proof. They even called in more people that were at the party," he snickered.

"My parents are home," I sigh.

"Oh," he says. "No more coming over?"

"Not right now," I trace circles on my pillow. "Jack, why'd you post a picture of me on your snapchat story?"

"I didn't."

"You did, Johnson took a screenshot and showed me."

"No- I sent it to you," he says.

"Ask Johnson. He'll show you. I haven't even been on Twitter," I put him on speaker and opened Twitter.

"Did anyone else see a girl on Jack Gilinsky's snapchat?", "@jackgilinsky who was that?", "I FOUND HER TWITTER. IT'S @anamitchell!"

That's when I noticed the thousands of notifications. The tweets I was getting, the followers, the likes on my pictures and such.

"Um, Jack," I say.

"Yeah?"

"Your fans. They found me," I say into the phone.

"Yeahhhh," he says. "They do that."

//

I made up her Twitter, so if that account exists, it's not me. But feel free to follow it lmao. good for that person.

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