Not Another Teen Pregnancy Story

Chapter Seven Two Weeks Later

"You need to tell him." 

"He deserves to know."

Great, now they're both against me. I agree with them, Daniel does need to know about his baby growing inside of me, but I just haven't been able to tell him. I see him in the hallways at school, but school seems like a bad place to tell him that he has a child.

"I can't now, my dads home." That's been the hardest part. I used to go home and cry about school and about the pregnancy, but now that my dad is back home I can't. I have to pretend at school and home that everything is okay and perfect.

"You need to! Then you and Daniel can plan a way to tell your dad!" Beth argued. She was right, they both were. I needed to tell Daniel and then my dad. At least Daniel couldn't punish me like my dad could. Also, Daniel was more apart of this than my dad was. Daniel and I had both equally gotten ourselves into this.

"I know I need to I just haven't yet." I tried to shrug them off and walk past them, but then caught up.

"Tell him today. Go up to him and tell him you need to talk to him after school. At his place or your place or at a friggin Starbucks!" Chris was always creative in plans. I bit my lip, no I was gnawing at it.

"Just do it already! You're almost two months pregnant now!" I groaned, why couldn't time stop for a few weeks so I could screw my head on right.

"You'll start showing soon." Oh God, that's just what I need!

"Go away!" I shooed them off as I walked into third period. History. I strutted into the classroom like I owned the place. I sat down in the third row, in the middle of the room. It was a mark, every classroom I sat in the middle. It was like saying "everyone look at me, I'm beautiful and rich and you owe me all your attention!" 

Somehow, today I didn't want the spotlight.

I pulled out my spiral notebook and started to get ready to take notes. I didn't see Daniel walk in, I felt his presence as he came in.

I looked up and sure enough he was there, taking the seat furthest away from me. 

I brought out my phone and sent a quick text:

"Hey. We need 2 talk. When can U?" The teacher walked in just after I sent send. Daniel being the rule breaker, looked at his phone. He didn't make any indication that he was upset or shocked. His fingers moved slow and deliberate as he responded.

"Sure. After class?" Eh, I didn't think I should skip any more classes since I'd probably have to skip months when I was more pregnant. Plus, I really didn't want to ruin Daniels day at school.

"After School?"

"Where?"

"Anywhere." I shouldn't have said this because I really didn't want to tell him at my house or his house.

"My place?" Internally I shuddered. 

"K, see U then." I didn't want to sound too desperate or clingy or whatever so I kept it brief.

"Ditto." I used to really like it when he said ditto, it made me feel like we were equal and he was some gruff romantic guy that had a sense of humor. Now it made him sound rude.

I put my phone away and tried to pay attention to the lecture.

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*Ring*

Well, that was the last bell. Now I have to go meet Daniel to tell him that I'm pregnant. I didn't see Beth or Chris anywhere so I sent them a text telling them I didn't need a ride home, that I was finally going to tell Daniel.

They both were hysteric. I was not. I felt like throwing up, and that wasn't part of being pregnant.

I knew Daniel's last class was AP Calculus from when we were dating. That and I worked in the office where the schedules were made. I was the one that made sure Daniel's application to get into AP classes went on the top of the pile. That wasn't called cheating, it was called connections.

I don't know why that memory surfaced. Is it because of Daniel? Obviously it's about Daniel because it was about Daniel. Okay, stop thinking about Daniel because you're gonna get yourself all confused.

When I saw Daniel come out of the classroom, my first instinct was to run in the other direction. I couldn't do that, I was in control, in charge, and Lydia Hawley. I ran away from no one and nothing.

"Hello Daniel." I said walking straight up to him. People made a circle around us as they walked around us. Some people took pictures, some people stood and gawked, while others already started talking about us. 

"Hey, Lydia. Ready?" We both had that crazy look in our eyes. It was similar to what celebrities looked like when they punched a paparazzi.  I looped my arm with Daniels as we walked outside. The second no one was around I stopped touching him and made sure there was two feet between us.

"Same old Lydia." Daniel said as he unlocked his Mercedes. I rolled my eyes and got in the passenger seat. 

"I don't know what you're talking about because you were doing the same thing." He hadn't stopped me from looping arms with him and he had put his arm around my waist to further the ideas of the student body.

"Uh huh, okay. Down to business, what do we need to talk about?" I blew out a sigh. This was business, sticky business. 

"Can we wait till we get to your house." It wasn't a question, but it sounded like one. He didn't respond, he just turned the car and headed down Beable Road. Beable Road should've been named Mansion Street because there wasn't a house under four thousand square feet.

My house was a mansion, but there were modest looking houses around it. Daddy liked the idea of being a king among peasants. I couldn't say I disagreed. Plus, people with modest houses were usually very modest themselves and didn't start as much stuff.

Daniels house was two stories high but stretched length wise forever. It was the prettiest shade of yellow. The color itself made you want to smile. It had a circle driveway with a giant fountain in the middle. I used to think the fountain was too "southern" which explained Daniels slight southern drawl and his mothers outlandish way of fashion.

I still remember the first time I met his mom and had hoped she wasn't on any fashion councils. She had been when they lived in Texas. His mom had turned out to be the nicest and sweetest woman I'd ever met. I''m sure once she found out about the pregnancy she wouldn't be too nice.

"Are you coming? Or are we talking in the car?" Daniel asked a little gruff-er than usual. Well I couldn't say "usual" because I had lost that right when I tried to break up with him. Wow, that was almost two months ago.

"Uh yeah, sorry." Did I just say sorry? Apologies weren't my strong suit and I rarely used them. Only when it got me out of doing something.

"Did you just apologize?" Daniel asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, don't get too used to it." I sashayed over to the front door. I let my hips sway more and I let my heels clack a little louder.

I heard Daniel sigh and follow me, he opened the door.