When it was time for me to go to my appointment I met Justin and my dad there, they were both screaming in each other faces in the parking lot. I groaned in agony walking up to the both of them.
"She invited me; I'm trying to be a responsible parent here!" Justin screamed.
"Could you stop arguing and let's get this shit over with!" I yelled. I was not in the mood for either of their foolishness. They both stopped arguing because they started to piss me off. I walked into the doctors' office signing papers sitting down.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know he was gonna be here. Did you really tell him to come?"
"He volunteered, and you're gonna have to get used to that," I said.
"Okay, well at least he's here for the baby. I just hate him right now."
"Well if you hate him, hate me too because I'm the one that agreed to have sex with him."
"Yeah, he made that stupid ass bet with you which got you pregnant in the end. I should kill him. Making a bet, what kind of shit are teenagers coming up with." He said chuckling scornfully.
"Dad, stop it, it's done there's nothing else to do. You could kill him or do whatever but that's not gonna change that I'm having his baby." I said. He takes a deep breath.
"You're right; I'm not going back there I'll let him go. I'm going back to work; I'll be home, later on, you have plenty of food?" He asked.
"Of course, see you later," I said, once he left I seen Justin seemed kind of hesitant to sit beside me. He sighs scooting down to the chair next to me.
"He was upset that I was here for you," He says starting a conversation. "Did you tell him about the pills?" He asked, and I nodded.
"Yes I did, he understood don't worry," I said. The doctor called us back; once we went back, he checked the baby's heartbeat. Justin held my hand, we both smiled looking at the monitor, the doctor left the room leaving Justin and I alone.
"Happy I got that out of the way," I said cleaning the gel off my stomach putting my shirt down. "So what did you have to tell me," I asked sitting up holding both of his hands. He was just about to tell me until the doctor came back in with prescriptions.
"Make sure you take those twice a day and come see me in two weeks," He says with a cheerful smile leaving the room. I hopped down grabbing my bag leaving the doctors office. I trailed Justin to my house so that he could talk to me.
"So what is it?" I asked fixing me a sandwich.
"Well it may be hard on you, but it shouldn't matter right so, I met someone. There I said it."
"You met someone?" I asked confused.
"Yeah, it doesn't matter right. We're not together, just friends, you and I."
"So! And it does matter, we're having a baby and you're already speaking to someone else?" I said.
"I know you're not getting upset with me because I'm talking to someone else, remember the shit you pulled with me about Drew. This is the same thing; I've been talking to her for a couple of days now."
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