Walk In My Stiletto Shoes!

Chapter Sisteen- Drama Drama Drama

Brooke:

The next three weeks went by quite fast. The date night with Jenn, Ben, and Jeremy was amazing. It was nice to have yet another break away from everything. Jeremy and I have even been hanging out by ourselves lately. Well, it was only once or twice, but still. I haven't seen much of Dylan though. We texted a few times but there hasn't been any invitations to hang out. I wonder what got into him? I dialed his number and hit talk. 

"Hello?" He questioned, he sounded a little off guard.

"It's cause i'm fat isn't it?" I said in a pouty tone.

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't want to be around me because i'm starting to get fat." It  was no longer fake. As I got up out of my bed and heeaded towards my dresser I could see my stomach. It was definetly bigger than usual. I haven't noticed until now. Tears ran down my face. All my clothes would no longer fit, and my prom dress would be too small.

"What are you crying about?" Dylan asked. "I mean, you knew this was going to happen."

"Why are you being so harsh? And why don't you want to hang out with me?!" I was getting angry at him. What has gotten into him lately.

"I'm busy okay? Besides, your the one who said you needed space. I got to get to work." He said then hung up. I swear boys have a "time of the month" too. They're worse then girls.

I sat on my bed and checked Facebook.

"1 New Friend Request"

"Jeremy Maston" was the only name that came up when I hit the requests button. 

"Who is he?" I asked myself as I viewed his profile. A few pictures of Jenn's brother popped up. Then it hit me. Jeremy has a different dad then Jenn. I confirmed the request then checked out his profile. In a relationship? He never said anything about this!

"Whatever," I said, as I dimmed my phone and set it beside me. 

"Brooke, you ready for your meeting with the school?" My aunt hollered upstairs to me. 

SHIT! I had completely forgotten about the meeting! 

I pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater, and ran down the stairs.

"Where the hell are my keys?!" I yelled as I searched the living room and kitchen.

"Right here." My aunt said as she held them out in front of her.

"God love ya!" I smlied at her. "I'd be lost if it weren't for you."

"Have fun." She replied as I headed out the door.

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"Well Brooke, by the loks of your report card, your not turned in assignments, and you missed two exams, I don't think it's possible for your to graduate this year."

"What if I came back right away?" I aksed sounding hopeful. I need to graduate this year! I need to have High School done with before I have this baby.

"When were you planning to come back?"

"I'm not sure." It was the only response I could give. 

"Brooke, I know losing your father was hard, but you've missed almost three months of school because of it. It's time to let go and move on..."

"Excuse me?!" I yelled, interupting him. "For your information, my father was more than my dad, he was my skating instructor, my teacher when the ones here couldn't be bothered to do their job, my crying shoulder, but most importantly, he was my best friend! Maybe if you actually payed attention to your students you would know that there is more going on in my life then the loss of my father! I have arguing with my mother and got kicked out, I was raped by my so called only friend, and now I'M PREGNANT! You had no right to say anything about my life, and never mention my father again! You didn't know him!" I walked out of the principles office and slammed the door shut. I took a deep breath and ran for the restroom. I could feel some tears coming on.