“James spill! I know you like Peta Murgatroyd. Just say it.” You whined to James, your best friend.
“(Y/N), I don’t. I already told you I like someone else.” James replied, not looking up from his phone.
“Well who is it?”
“I already told you. I’m not saying.” James walked up to his room and you sat on his couch. James had already told you he liked someone else but you really liked him. It didn’t help that you were having his baby. One night at a party you both got super drunk. One thing led to another and boom, you’re pregnant. It was 2 months ago but you didn’t tell him. He didn’t even remember. You sighed and walked upstairs to his room.
“James?” You said peering in.
“Don’t bother me with anymore questions!” He yelled. You shrank back.
“Just one more question.” You squeaked.
“What?”
“What would you say if I told you, I’m having your baby?”
“I would say you’re lying to me. What the hell?”
“James, I know you like someone else, but I’m carrying your unborn child.”
“(Y/N), stop lying! We never slept together!”
“Yes we did! 2 months ago at Logan’s party! That was me who you kissed! That was me who you touched! That was me who you kept whispering to saying ‘I love you’! If you don’t believe me, I don’t give a shit! All I’m saying is that you’re gonna be a daddy in 7 months!” Suddenly he slapped you. Your head flew to the side and you slowly brought your head to the correct position. James was staring at his hands as though the betrayed him. “(Y/N), I’m sorry. I-I-” He stuttered. “Save it James. I’m leaving.” You said, picking up your jacket. Walking out of James’s house, you thought about how your child would never know its father.
