Pregnant at Sixteen

Face to Face

It's Monday, how fun. I don't want to face Xander today at all. Like how do I react? How do I tell him? I'm scared.

"Mom said we are leaving in 10 minutes," Hailee said, while entering my room. I nodded and finished applying mascara onto my black lashes.

"So are you going to tell him?" she asked, leaning against my door frame with her arms crossed.

"I want to," I put the mascara down and looked at my reflection.

"He deserves to know," she replied, looking at me through the mirror. I bit my lip and nodded.

"I'm gonna do it."

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I walked up the front steps of the school and walk through the glass doors. Why does it feel like everyone is looking at me? I took a deep breath, walking towards my locker and unlocked it. Once I grabbed all my stuff for my gym class, I walked to the change rooms.

"Myra!" A voice echoed throughout the halls. I turned around to come face to face with Xander. Oh god, this can't be happening.

"Oh! Hey there...buddy," I laughed nervously, punching him in the arm. He looked at me like I was crazy and started to laugh awkwardly too. He scratched the back of his neck and looked around.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry about the call the other day," he apologized. I raised my brow and gave him a that's it kinda look.

"It's fine," I fake smile. "by the way, can you meet me outside by the bleachers during first block?"

"Yeah, sure thing." I noticed he put his hands in his pockets and started rocking back and forth on his feet. It's making me very uncomfortable.

"I should get to class," I say, walking backwards towards the direction I was going. By accident, I ran into a couple people, but I apologized afterwards. How embarrassing..

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Once class started, we all went outside to do some laps around the football field. This is shitty. I hate running. Mr. Marshall blew his crusty ass whistle, and that's a sign I have to run my laps.

Tripping was not on my bucket list today. I have to hurry up my 5 laps so I can tell Xander. I feel bad for him though. I don't want to just go up and tell him a child is in my womb right now. That will scare him away. Well, to be completey honest, anything will scare him away. I barely know the guy. How could I be so careless..

One lap down, four more to go.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

I'm done! I can't breathe! Fuck my entire existence.

I look to see if Xander is by the bleachers yet and of course, he was there watching me run my laps. I'm all sweaty now, ew.

I turn to look at Mr. Marshall to see if he is looking at me. When I see he isn't, I jog towards Xander.

"I..can't...breathe," I say in between gasps of air. Xander just laughs at me struggling to breathe. Damn bitch. Stop. Laughing.

"What did you want to tell me," he asked curiously. He was leaned up against the bleachers and smirked at me. He had his hair messily, but it wasn't that ugly messy, if you know what I mean. He wore a black shirt with some dark jeans and some black vans. He didn't look that bad today. Unlike me, with my brown hair up in a ponytail and my mascara probably underneath my eyes. I was literally in a t-shirt and shorts. My freaking legs were exposed!

"I..uh.." I stuttered, looking around. Oh my god, the tears are coming back. I can't cry. Not in front of Xander. What the hell do I do? "I just wanted to say you look great today!"

"Really?" he rolled his eyes, standing up straight, "why don't you tell me the real reason, little one."

His eyes shone with amusement as I looked up at him. I felt like a little kid looking up at their tall ass father. The hell.

"That is the real reason," I bit my lip, trying to hold myself from telling him the real reason. He pushed me against the bleachers, placing both his hands on either side of my head. He was towering over me with a cold glare upon his face.

"I hate being lied to, Jenson," he growled, pressing his body closer to mine. I placed my hand on my stomach to try and protect the baby. I'm trapped! Someone save me please!

"I don't think you want to know, Xander," I whispered, looking him in the eyes. His expression softened and he looked at my hand placed on my stomach.

"Please don't tell me you're pregnant.." he whispered, looking at my face again. His face scrunched up with hurt and pain. I nodded, and let a tear roll down my cheek.

"It's true."

"BUT WE USED PROTECTION!" he yelled, punching the wooden bleachers by my head. I flinched and let a sob escape my lips. I'm sorry, Xander.

"I-I'm sorry," I mumbled, looking at my feet in disappointment. I knew I shouldn't have told him.

"You should be! This is all your fault, you bitch," he spat, stepping away from me. He looked at my stomach in disgust. "It's probably not even mine, since you're such a whore."

I gasped at his choice of words, "How dare you! This was your fault, just as much as mine. Stop blaming me for OUR actions. And just so you know, I lost my virginity to you, so how does that make me a whore? You are a hypocrite, Xander. A selfish, man whore, hypocrite."

I walked away, wiping my tears. I can do this alone. I will do it alone. I don't care about Xander Crawford. My baby doesn't need a man who can't own up to his mistakes in their life. Many teenagers do this alone, so I will too if I have to.

At least I told him face to face.

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I had fun writing this chapter for some reason. I totally forgot I existed for a second lmao. I hope you enjoyed this update!