wrong number ; j.g

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I've spent three days in New York, and not one of them has been stress free. I leave tomorrow morning, and it's almost five in the afternoon.

All I wanted was a nice vacation.

Jack was right. Running from my problems won't help. My problems chased after me.

I had a lot to think about. How would I tell Jack and my parents?

If Jack wasn't mad, how would I ask him if I could move in? Should I even ask that?

-

Once I arrived home from the busy city, I put all my stuff away and laid on the bed.

***

come over now

***

I'd only seen the outside of Jack's house, never the inside.

I drove to Jack's house and walked inside.

"Jack, we need to talk," I shout as I walk in.

"I know," he says as he comes into the same room.

"Jack-" I pause. "I'm pregnant."

"You're what?" he yells.

"I-I'm pregnant," I stutter nervously.

"Are you fucking kidding me? First you go behind my back and meet with Skate in New York, and now you're pregnant!" he yells.

"W-what?"

"It's probably his, isn't it?" he shouts and talks with his hands.

"J-Jack-" I stutter. "I wasn't going behind your back," I shed many tears as I explained myself. "He texted me and told me he was there, so we met up. We just talked in the park."

"Then who the fuck got you pregnant? Because I sure didnt!" he yells again.

"Dillon!" I shriek. "How can you assume it was Nate? Do you need a fucking trampoline, since you like to jump to conclusions?"

He stared at me quietly and pursed his lips.

"I'm sorry, Ana. I just got worried that you were going to- yanno, cheat on me," he shrugs.

"For god's sake, Jack! You're the one that goes around kissing other girls, cough, Madison! Not me!"

"Yeah, but you like to run off with them at parties that I brought you to!" he fires back.

"Because you ignored me, for Madison!"

"I wasn't ignoring you. I was party-"

"Don't start with me, Jack. You left me alone in bed, to go kiss and make up with her! Because she was a little sad. What about me, Jack? You just lead me on."

"This is stupid. That's over with, so why are we arguing?" he asks.

"I don't know," I shrug and raised my eyebrows at him.

"Well, what are you going to do about the baby?" he asks innocently.

"I don't want it."

"You're going to kill your baby?" he asks, and sounded shocked.

"Fucking Christ, you too?"

//

short. oops.

I've been slacking on adding pics. my bad. if anyone reading this is just absolutely dying for another update, please just comment or something. I've been super busy and I'm hoping to write a little this weekend. maybe write ahead so I can publish throughout the week, as well.