Tattoo (A Neighbourhood Fanfic)

Chapter 18: Phone Calls

So g for this chapter:

• Neon Lights ~Demi Lovato

Jesse's POV:

"I'm pregnant." Yup I'm fucked up. I look at the girl who had terror in her clear blue eyes. "But I've used a condom?" I said coming out more like a question She shook her head, and I knew I really screwed up. "Look, you need to help me. I can't raise this kid by myself," she said and I got up from my seat.

"Wait! Who said anything about having the baby. Can't you just get an abortion?" I asked in paniced. Scarlett looks at me like I've just thrown a bucket of cold water on her face. "I'm keeping my baby! And you are going to be owning up to what you did!" she said with rage, pointing to her flat belly.

I breath heavily, and know I will crack anytime now. I run my hand through my hair and try to focus on my breathing. I can't! This can't be happening to me. I feel my pocket vibrate and I take my phone out, a photo that I took of Zoe sleeping as her picture on my contact.

I feel my hands sweating and I try to relax myself. I can't do this. I can't do this right now. I press ignore, and shove the phone back in my pocket.

"Look, I'm just starting this career. What do you expect?" I asked in a begging voice. Her face scrunches up. " I don't know. I just know that this baby needs to eat," she said grabbing her purse and leaving the apartment. I stop her before she completely exits.

"Wait. How did you find me?" I asked. She looks at me and a smile creeps on her face. "It's all over the internet," she said as if there was double meaning. I let go of her hand, watching her leave.

Zoe's POV:

I try to call Jesse for the 5th time but I know that if he doesn't pick up by the 3rd time why would he pick up by the 5th. I sigh deeply putting my phone down.

He rarely calls or even texts me how the tour is going, and I'm starting to get paranoid. I log into my twitter that I made a few days ago and check my newsfeed. "All that kept showing up was how they had their last concert in Brazil. I go to his profile, and see nothing that could help me with why he has been ignoring me.

But I stop myself before I proceeds to click on a tweet. I'm not turing to spying chick. Maybe the concert is getting him stressed up. I sigh. I start fidgeting with the bracelets in my wrist. I know I'm being naive. Something is up. I just don't want to know its real. I'm trying to deny it, but I cant. I need to know what is going on.

Bryan's POV:

I watch from the couch I'm sitting on as the blonde who entered the room exits. Her face seems familiar and than it hits me, that she was in the plane to London. I shake the thoughts crossing on my head.

I take my phone out and dial Zoe's number. After a few rings she picks up.

"Bryan?" she ask her voice in a tired tone. "What not happy to hear me?" I ask her joking. "Well last time, I talked to you, your girlfriend and me got in a fight," she said her voice hinting anger. "Yea, she isn't my girlfriend," I said awkwardly.

"Ugh, Bryan, you are better than that. Even if it was just one night" she said, sounding annoyed. A smile comes across my face. The fact that she worried about me, made the fuzzy feelings I had for her start creeping back to my stomach. "How's the tour?" she ask's and I instantly look at the door that the blonde girl left from.

"Um, good. Great. Haven't you talked to Jesse?" I asked a bit suspicious. "No," she said after a moment, a hint of sad in her tone. That confirms my thoughts. "Oh," I reply. "Yup," she replied. "I'm not even sure what I did, before he left. Maybe it was because of what happen. Maybe is he distancing himself and took this tour as his chance," she says in a small voice, cracking at the end, and I can't bear to hear her blame herself.