I'm Pregnant {Riley Matthews}

7/The End Of Being Friends

I left the date with a fake smile on my face, skipping up the stairs to go to the gas station. I had wanted to talk to James. I wasn't sure what I wanted to talk about, but I had a gut feeling I needed too. 

I was skipping under the moonlight when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. I stood frozen. It was a man, I knew it. I could feel his fingers on my jacket. Those weren't woman fingers. His loud, breath hit my neck. 

"Who are you?" I whispered. I grabbed my phone in my pocket, but didn't pull it out. That would give this man an opportunity to hit me. 

The man spun me around and my frozen scared face turned into a smile. 

"Farkle! What the heck!" I yelled, chuckling. "That was scary." 

"Sorry. But we need to talk. What do you mean you're forced to date Lucas?" he asked. It clicked in my mind. This horrible mood filled me again. Smackle and Zay found out I was pregnant and are forcing me to date Lucas or they will tell the whole school. 

I wasn't sure to tell Farkle or not. I wasn't sure how he would react. He has many different reactions to many different things.

"Farkle, I was confused." I didn't know where I was going with this. "I have liked Lucas since the moment I fell in his lap on the subway. He was always my Prince Charming and I was his Cinderella. Just because we-" 

"Stop." he interrupted. "Do you even remember what happened that night?" In fact, I did. It's been haunting me ever since I looked at myself in the gas station mirror. Holding my pregnancy test in shame. 

Maya and I were walking down the cold, winter streets of New York. Our hands in our pockets. We had reached her apartment. 

"Do you want to stay the night?" she asked, stepping up to her door. 

"Nah. I'll just walk home." I said. 

"Alright, see you later Riles." 

"Bye, Peaches!" she shut the door and I ran. I had about $5 left from our night out. I wanted to buy a birthday present for Maya. Her birthday was in the summer and I knew if I got something now I wouldn't forget about it later. 

I was walking past the town shops when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was a large man's hand, larger than Farkle's. It was hairy and fat and grabbing very hard. Then he put his other hand on my other shoulder. 

"Help!" I yelled suddenly. The man was pushing me towards him vigorously. A small teenage boy came out of nowhere. Farkle. He grabbed the man and pushed him off me. 

"Stay away from her, alright?!" Farkle yelled at him. I watched as the small man ran down the block far, far away. Farkle smiled at me and I jumped into his arms. 

He wrapped his arms around my waist. Then, he lifted me up and was suddenly carrying me. He was so handsome. 

"Farkle, you turned me on. That doesn't me we have an emotional connection." I said. We did have an emotional connection. Farkle, don't listen to me. 

"Alright, whatever. I thought he had something but I guess I was wrong. I'm always wrong." he walked away from me. 

"Farkle! Stop!" I knew he heard me, but he didn't turn back. I sighed and forgot where I was planning on going, so I decided to walk to Maya's house. 

As I was walking, I was thinking about how Smackle and Zay could've found out. The only people that knew I was pregnant were Me, James and Farkle. James doesn't even know who Smackle and Zay are. Farkle wouldn't have because that would get him in huge trouble too. 

Unless someone was spying on us, there is no way they know. Maybe the guessed. And they guessed right. If they guessed, then I admitted I was pregnant. I was so dumb. 

I reached Maya's house. I knew she wasn't going to open the door, but I had to try. 

*knock knock* I waited 3 minutes when the door creaked open. A small blonde girl stood there. 

"Hey, Riles." she said, acting as if nothing had happened.  

"Hi." I said, walking inside. I took a seat on her couch awkwardly as she shut the door. 

"Did you get a message from Smackle today?" Maya asked, stepping into the kitchen to get a drink. Without thinking, I said yes. 

"Well, I'm the one who told her you're pregnant."

"What?"