CHAPTER SEVEN
I wake up that next morning to my phone ringing and this huge ass headache. "What the fuck?" I groan. I grab my phone from my nightstand and I try to see who it is but my eyes haven't adjusted yet. I go ahead and answer it and it's Kayla. "Good morning!" she screams, only making my headache worse.
"What do you want? It's eight in the morning." I groan.
"I was just worried about you damn. You haven't talked to me in weeks and you weren't at school the other day. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out or something today."
"Ugh, I can't today." I say quietly.
"Why not" she whines.
"I have something that I guess, I sort of have to tell you." I say as I sit up on my bed.
"What is it?" She asks curiously.
"Well, ok, so um... remember the night at the party and that guy I was supposedly dancing with?"
"Yeah of course."
"Well, I um. I might have drank a lot and um slept with him just a little bit." I struggle to say.
"What?!" She screams through the phone. "How was it? Did it hurt? I remember my first time when me an-"
"Shut the fuck up and let me finish" I snap.
"Okay, okay." She says in a pissy tone.
"So like, I'm now, what I guess people call it these days, umm, pregnant." I say quietly. Kayla doesn't say anything and it's silent for a few seconds, but it feels like an hour. "but you need to promise not to tell anyone." I add breaking the silence.
"Wait why am I just hearing about this?" She asks in an offended-like tone.
"I literally just found out the other day." I reply.
I hear her laugh a little. "It's funny because like, we both thought that I would be the one who's pregnant first." She chuckles.
"It's not funny." I say trying not to laugh. She then rambles on with questions and I answer them. A few minutes later we say bye and I set my phone down.
I get up and go to the bathroom to shit, which takes a while. My phone goes off and I hurry up and get up. I flush the toilet, and walk over to my phone. Justin texted me and said that we are going to meet at Drakes, which is a small restaurant in out town, at around 9:30, and he said that he wants my mom to come too. I groan, as hurry I run back down stairs and tell my mom, and she agrees and goes and gets ready too. I run back up stairs and I shower. I put on a blue tank top with a weird design on the front of it, some skinny jeans, and black vans. Then I blow dry and I quickly straighten my hair. I go back down stairs and my mom is already done and ready to go. We hop in the car and we head over to Drakes.
Once we arrive, we go inside and see Justin and his mom already seated at a table. We head over there and we sit down. His mom is actually really pretty. She looks a lot different then what I would of thought. "Hi I'm Trish" my mom says as she pulls her hand out to Justin's mom. "I'm Pattie" Justin's mom says as she shakes my mom's hand. They start talking about stupid shit for a while and we order what we want. Me and Justin just look at each other the whole time while our moms are talking. But I am glad that they are hitting it of very well. We get our food and then they start to talk about our situation. They both agree that the best way is that me and Justin try to move in together. They say that it will help with our relationship, and that it will help with getting to know each other more. I personally don't want to move in with him, and he doesn't look like he wants to move in with me either. It's still very awkward between us. "I don't know about that." I tell them.
"Me either" Justin says in agreement.
"You two got yourself into this, so do what you two think is best." his mom says. I look over at my mom, and she shakes her head in agreement. We finish eating and the waitress takes our food, and hands both of our moms separate bills. They have to go up to one of the register desks to pay. They both go, and Justin and I decide to walk to the car. "So what do you think about moving in?" I ask him.
"I mean, I guess, it wouldn't hurt to at least try it out" he says as he scratches his head. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to do whatever you think is best for us."
"So, what does that mean?" He smiles widely. "I think we should."
"Okay, I guess that we are moving in then"
