It's Not My Fault

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I walk into my third class of the day, health. My least favorite class of the day. Especially because it's time for sex-ed when all the teachers tell you don't have sex, but everyone does it anyway.

And now I'm one of those people. One of those people who did it anyway.

I walk to my assigned seat and sit down. My table partner Kalea shows up right as the tardy bell rings. She's nice and she's gorgeous but we aren't really friends.

"Hey Connor, are you okay? You look a little scared," She says to me pushing some light brown hair behind her ear.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I lie. I'm so not fine. I'm pregnant and now I'm gonna get a speech about not having sex so this exact thing doesn't happen.

Our teacher, Mr. Joseph, walks in and starts teaching the lesson. I almost instantly get bored from this stupid class and start twisting my blonde hair around my finger. I don't listen to a word he's saying until I hear my name being called, "Connor. Connor! Connor Taylor pay attention!" Mr. Joseph yells at me.

"Sorry sir," I say quietly. I hear snickers coming from the back of the room where the "popular" kids sit. I roll my eyes and go back to looking out the window.

Finally after sitting through 5 more hours of that hell we know as high school, I'm free to go home.

It used to be since James is a senior, he'd take me home from school in his car. But after that night, I've had to walk home every day. And I live a mile away.

I begin the long trek home and spot my little brother Eric. He's 14 and I'm 15 so he's honestly not that much younger than me.

"Hey lil bro," I say to him teasingly. He hates it when I call him lil bro. And the fact that I did it in front of his friends and his girlfriend is just the icing on the cake.

"Can't you just leave me alone CONNIE," He says smirking. Oh no he didn't. He knows I hate the nickname Connie because it's so damn girly.

I roll my eyes at him as he turns to go to his friend Seth's house.

Boys.

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Finally I get home and plop down on the couch. I am the most anti social person. I have my bowl of popcorn and I blankly stare at the screen playing some stupid reality show until I hear Mom's keys in the lock.

"Connor I'm home," she says in an annoying sing song voice. I don't know if it's the pregnancy or the just already grumpy side of me that makes me annoyed at everything now.

"Hi mom, you're home early," I say blankly because I honestly don't want to talk to anybody. God I hate this.

"I have a lot of homework so I better get upstairs," I lie. I have one worksheet due and it's not due for two weeks. So fuck it I'm gonna go watch movies on my phone.

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The bell rings from fourth period and finally I'm free to go to lunch. I walk into the cafeteria and smell the awful smell of rotten chicken nuggets from last week that someone forgot to throw away. Today's lunch is a classic and a sure favorite, meatloaf. Note the sarcasm there.

I walk over to my groups table and sit down. I don't even bother getting lunch today. I'd rather not have food poisoning thank you very much.

Grace walks over and sits down next to me tucking some of her bleach blonde hair behind her ears. Some more of our friends sit down around us and start chatting about the horrible teachers of our school.

My friend Striker sits down to my left and messes with his light brown hair. His name is actually Jack, but he is really into soccer and his position is striker, so we've called him Striker for as long as I can remember. He has these dark blue eyes that are so mesmorizing and trust me, even though we're just friends, I know he's hot.

"Dude that goal was fricking awesome!" Striker says to his best friend Gabe.

Gabe smirks, "Well of course it was. I was the one who scored it,".

Egotistical little bitch.

Gabe had gotten a haircut last weekend and suddenly he feels as if he's the king of the school or something. Like, I hate to break it to you, but you look as stupid as you usually do.

"Oh Con, I see you staring," Gabe takes a step towards me, " I know you want all this," he gestures to himself, "But this is for cheerleaders only,"

I nearly choked on my water as he said that.

"Haha no. I don't want any of... That," I say pointing to him. Gabe spins around and plops down in the seat next to Striker.

"Connor," Grace starts.

"Hm?" I say back blankly.

"There's this really cute guy in my math class that transferred from England to here! I hear his name is Leon and he has no friends here yet," she raises her eyebrows a couple of times.

"And your point is?"

"I call dibs!" She giggles. Damn this baby. Usually I would've called dibs right away on a guy from England, but no the baby decided to make me sleepy so I would zone out and take a few seconds to process exactly what she was saying.

"Girls," both Striker and Gabe say at the same time.

I swear, those boys will be the death of me.

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Hi oh my gosh I made you wait three weeks for an update... I feel bad and I would've updated but I've been super busy.

I've been doing cheerleading (yay I made the squad for senior year! Lol), I have the second most leading role in my schools play, and I literally just finished my English report today. My summer starts in a month and then I'll be updating more frequently.

K im gonna go to bed now.

Soph <3