The Unexpected

Chapter 7: DNA Test

Derrick’s POV:

“Let’s go sit down on the swings on my porch and talk.” She spoke softly. As we walked to sit down, she looked nervous. I didn’t speak as I waited for her to start. “I need to talk to you about something. Something important. I hope you listen and let me explain before you run off and leave.” She looked at me searching for something but I kept my face emotionless. I am really starting to feel her so I hope it doesn’t change the way I feel for her.

She gulped, “I have a... um. I have a two year old son.” I looked at her with hatred. How the fuck could she keep this from me? What type of mom would hide their kid from someone? I know we just started talking but still.

“What the fuck? And you’re just now telling me this bullshit!? Who’s the baby daddy? Where the hell is he?” I got up and started walking away as I felt a small arm grab my wrist.

“You really can’t be that mad, we’ve only been talking for a week. But, please, let me explain.” She whispered as her voice cracked.

I sat back and faced her, “Explain.” I spat angrily.

She cleared her throat, “When I was fourteen, Jessica and I went to Mike’s party. We had a few drinks and when I went in the kitchen, some guy started flirting with me and trying to get me in bed with him. I guess during the time I was telling him no, he slipped something in my drink. I drank the drink and I started feeling weird. I know what being drunk is like and the way I felt, I was not drunk. I had no control over my body. I started grinding with a different guy and after I led him to the room, I blacked out. His face was a complete blur to me. I don’t remember anything after that until I woke up in the morning, naked and alone. I don’t know who it was since he left before I woke up. It’s not like I’m a hoe. I only slept with one person before Bentley’s dad and he moved 3 months before I got pregnant so I know he isn’t the dad. I haven't slept with anyone since then.”

Something clicked in my head; I had sex with her that night. That’s why she looked so damn familiar at school. I took advantage of a drunken girl. No. No. No. No. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. “I let you explain but I’m not going to raise someone else’s damn baby,” I got up starting to leave.

“You don’t have to take care of my son, you didn’t help create him.” She whispered softly. “I take care of my own damn son!” She added with a louder voice. Only she didn’t know I may have been. There is a huge possibility that her son is mine. Who am I kidding? That picture of him in her car, when I saw it, it was like staring into a mirror. His eyes, his dimples, his hair, down to his jawline resembled me. I couldn’t deny him but I’m just not ready to be a dad. I’m not ready to be a dad, I repeated to myself.

She wasn't ready to be a mom. My head shouted back at me.

Jenny’s POV:

This past week has been hell. Something inside me tells me not to give up on Derrick. I don’t want to and I don’t plan on it but I’m giving him time. “What the hell are you thinking about?” Jessica asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I sighed, “Derrick.”

“I heard he looks bad. He dresses in sweats and t-shirts. He is getting a bit scratchy, not shaving his face. He never eats at lunch and he always asleep in class, never doing his work.” Jessica gossiped.

“Maybe he is having some family problems?” I replied. He’s mad at me; not the other way around.

At school, I try to avoid him as much as possible. When we make eye contact, I am the first to look away. I'm embarrassed. We talked for one week and I feel this way. I need to stop and remember that no eighteen year old is going to stay with a teen mom and help raise a child that isn't theirs.