Boom! I love you.. {Brandon Calvillo fanfic}

Chapter 12

Ella's pov

"I love Jason, but I love you too."

"Just leave him."

"It would tear him to pieces."

"Don't think about the effect. Do what you think is right."

"I can't. I love him," I groan and throw my hands up in the air. This man sitting in front of me was so handsome, but so outdated. He was not classy and stupid funny like Jason was. That's what made me fall in love with him in the first place. I couldn't just throw that away, but Jason's not the one.

Neither is the guy sitting in front of me. He was too much of a drunk. Too much of a drinker to notice when I was showing off for him and I'm also pregnant by Jason.

"Tyler," I say sipping my water.

"Yes love? Please don't leave me. I love you. I want to marry you," truth was I didn't love this man. I used him for sex and attention. Since Angel got home, there was no romance with me and Jason. I haven't told anyone the news. I felt too awkward since Angel and Brandon lost their baby.

"Where did Angel run off to?" I ask looking around the club. Every night she would be dancing with a different man trying to make his night. After she got out of the hospital she colored her hair blond with black under and every man that talked to her fell in love.

"She mumbled something about some Brandon guy and left the bar," he smiles with his yellow teeth then bits his lip.

"You're so hot. So beautiful. So pretty. Damn Ella, I love you so much," I try not to laugh. Beautiful? No, I'm a bitch. He leans in and starts nibbling on my neck. I moan then push him away.

"I have to go," I say smiling. Tyler grabs my arm.

"Fucking tease."

***

When I got to Brandon's house they were sitting on the couch barley talking.

"Hey guys," I wave to Angel. I wish she would've told me she was leaving.

"Sit down. We need to talk," my heart started to pound.

I sit down in a chair to myself. My heart was racing. What did they need to talk to me about?

"Me, Brandon, and Angel found something. And we all talked. It's yours. Ella, we haven't had sex in awhile. Why did Brandon find a positive pregnancy test in the trash?" I felt my heart was going to explode.

"Jason, I'm three months pregnant," he raises an eyebrow at me.

I look over to Angel who was sitting on Brandon's lap, holding his hand. I felt rage at her.

"Three months? I don't understand. I'm going to be a father?" I smile.

"Yeah," I hope.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Angel asks. I huff.

"Cause of what happened between you and Brandon, I didn't want the attention on me. I didn't want everyone mad at me or disappointed," Jason smiles and hugs me.

"I'm happy you're pregnant. I just wish you would have told me instead of going to bars at night doing god knows what," the heat in the room died down a little bit. Finally the pressure was gone.

"We are all happy for you," Angel gets up and hugs me too.

"Yeah," says an upset looking Brandon.

***

What was I to do? Everyone seemed to be pushing me away. I know I've done some bad things since I've gotten pregnant, but I stopped.

I haven't cheated on Jason since. I stopped going to the bar everyday. I stopped smoking weed.

I quite everything for him.

Although, everyone hates me a lot. They can deny it, but I know it's true.

I hate my life right now.

I'm dying for weed and alcohol. I guess I've became an addict.

Not my most proud moment.

But right now I'm sitting at a restaurant with the other three who, I swear to god, hate me.

"Ella, do you want a girl or boy?" I hated that question. I want whatever God gave me. He gave me a miracle. That's all that matters. He gave me another chance. And I am thankful for that.

"Either one is good. God gave me a second chance. That's good enough for me," the table was silent and awkward.

Of course my opinion didn't really matter. No one liked me. My child is just a distraction to them.

I mean, I guess that's a good thing.

"EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE FLOOR! THIS IS A ROBBERY! DON'T MOVE UNTIL I TELL YOU TOO!" My heart started to race.

I move to the floor quickly. I didn't want to move, but my stomach made it uncomfortable to lay there.

"You!" He grabs my by my arm.

"I said no moving!" He points a gun to my head.

This is it, Ella. God decided your second chance was up. You did everything to deserve this. How do you feel? Are you feeling lucky?

Goodnight.