16 and pregnant (Harry styles baby)

chapter 2

"wake up. Julie. You're going to be late for school and I can't drive you today...I have work.", my dad yells through my door. Ugh. I really don't want to get up. I hate school...there are so many faggots. But, if I want to graduate and move away...I have to go to school.

"This is the last time I'm telling you. Get up!" he yells while opening my door and opening my blinds.

"I'm up, I'm up. Can you get out now, so I can get dressed?" I ask.

"Yes...but, you better be getting dressed. You have a half an hour." he says while walking out the door. I hate him more the school sometimes. I get dressed and head down stairs.

"Bye, honey. I will be working tonight until 12:45...so, I won't see you."

"That's fine...I was going to go over to my boyfriends anyway...and you never see me anyways." I say with a cocky attitude. Well, it's true and he knows it.

"Okay..bye.' he gives me a kiss on the cheek.

I walk down to the bus stop. Here I am in shorts and a t-shirt and it's in the middle of winter. My dad would rather get beer and go to the bar then get her daughter clothes and a winter coat! I work on the weekends. He says he works...but, I know he goes to his girlfriends after work to get drunk and laid. He is supposed to work 10 hours a day. From 7:00 Am to 5 Pm. He can't work over that...so. I know where he goes.

When I am a the bus stop waiting for the bus...my boyfriend calls.

"Hey. my beautiful baby." He says through the phone making my morning wonderful.

"Hi."

"Someone sounds happy...you still coming over today?"

"Oh..I am." I says with sarcasm. "and yes, I am." I say while biting my lip.

"Great...I'm not going to school today. Would you like to not go with me?" He asks.

"No...sorry. I need to hand in my history paper. I worked to hard on it to just blow it off. Sorry. Bus is here...bye."

"Okay. See ya later. Bye." he says...sounding sad.

I walk on the bus and sit in the first seat. Idiots throwing papers around and being, just idiots.

15 minutes later we arrived at hell. By hell...I mean school...kind of. I walk to my locker and grab my first period books. The day went longer the expected...it sucked. But, at the end of the day...I heard people talking in the bathroom stall.

"Did you hear that john is Fucking Sydney?"

"Omg, really. No I didn't. Where did you hear that?"

"John told me and.."

I couldn't listen to anymore...I ran out of the school and had tears filling my eyes and make up running down my cheeks.

(I hope you guys like it! sorry if this was a long chapter!)