“Stephan please don't say anything to mum and dad.” Stephan stood at the doorway, watching Red.
“You’re pre-“ He stopped. “I can’t even say it.” he whispered. I began to laugh.
“This is a joke right?” I looked between Red and Stephan.
“Jessie, I'm being serious. I'm pregnant.” I scratched my head and sighed. Stephan came further into the room and sat down opposite us.
“So what you’re saying is- you’re pregnant?” Stephan asked with a confused expression. Red nodded her head with a worried face. “You’re 16, you can’t have a baby. You still watch Chugginton, you’re a baby yourself.” I could tell that Stephan was confused and angry.
“I'm assuming that Chris is the father and that he knows.” I said finally able to look at her.
“He doesn’t know.” I sighed once more before getting up.
“If you don't tell him in the next 24hours I will. I can’t keep something like this from him.” She nodded understanding.
“Where you going now?” Red asked.
“I'm going home. This is all too much for one day.” Stephan sat there with a screw face directed at Red. “Don't look at her like that Stephan.” He looked at me and his face softened.
“She’s pregnant. Do you lot think this is okay? She’s fucking 16!” He shouted standing up and pacing the room.
“I know Stephan. All we can do is be there for her and the baby.” He kissed his teeth and walked out the room.
“Thanks Jessie.” I scoffed.
“I aint doing this for you. It’s the baby I care about. I agree with Stephan, this isn’t right. You used to be the girl that would criticize young mums and look at you. Pregnant.” Her eyes began to water, but I knew that she wouldn't cry. “Remember, make sure you tell him or I will.” I walked out of the house and went home.
I lay on my bed waiting for a phone call from Chris. Or even a text. I sighed. Chris isn’t ready for a baby. He doesn’t even know how to use a washing machine. He might have been there for me through my hard times, but Chris is not mature enough to do this. Red might be, but he certainly isn’t. My best friend is having a baby. It seems so weird to say it. I’d known him since before could walk or talk. I love Chris like he’s my own brother. I remember when we used to tear up my dad’s money and stuff them in his shoes. And when we used to steal sweets, from the shop, on our way home from primary school and run all the way to his house. Or when I would cry when I fell off the swings at the park and he would rub my knee better and tell me that everything was going to be okay. Now he’d do all of those things for his baby. He’d forget about me and play happy families with Red and their knew baby. He’d forget about me.
My phone rang and I answered it without looking at the caller.
“Papa, what's good?” Justin greeted, rather happily.
I sighed. “Yeah I'm good Justy.” There was a small silence.
“What’s wrong?” he asked quietly.
“Nothing.”
“You’re lying. Tell me what's wrong.”
“I can’t tell you yet.”
“Okay. But I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
“Reyesisgoingtothorpeparknextweek.” All I heard was Reyes and Thorpe Park. I put two and two together.
