chloe's pov
i was not staying at Ethan's place anymore. not with that bullshit of him kissing me. i have felt too much stress. way too many things were going on at once.
i got a call from my friend katelyn. i answered. she found out that i was pregnant.
"heyy. guess what i got." she cheered.
"what."
"the results!"
"for what? what-"
"for your baby, dumbass. are you slow or retarded?"
"damn okay."
"so do you want me to tell you?" she asked.
"um.. I don't know katelyn, I'm under a lot of stress right now."
"you'll be under more stress not knowing the gender of your baby. trust me."
"but i think i wanna find out later, thanks." I said.
"oh okay. i'll talk to you later."
"k bye."
what a dry conversation.
its like i don't even talk to my friends anymore. i didn't know where to stay. i didn't have money on me, and i had nowhere to stay. my phone started ringing. i looked and my mood went down as i saw the name 'diego' appear on my screen. i turned my phone over and stared at the road and let it ring. i looked at my phone again. i slowly reached out for it and i declined. an idea popped into my head.
no, i shouldn't do it. its too risky.
do i have a choice though?
fuck it.
i did a u- turn and i speeded away.
***
i arrived to my destination. i got out of my car and went into the house.
it was unlocked? i thought i had to break in or some shit.
i opened the fridge and started taking some food out. i stuffed it into a bag. i was wearing a black hoodie and it made me look like a robber. oh wait..
"um?" I heard from behind me. i didn't turn around or anything. i just froze. my eyes were the only things moving. i started searching the room and i found a frame. i threw it backwards praying that it would hit the person.
i heard something hit the ground.
i turned around and saw what seemed like a hooker on the floor, bleeding and knocked out. it looked like i hit her directly in the face. i continued putting food in the bag. i heard someone behind me again. i threw something at them as well. i slowly turned around realizing that i missed. it was diego.
yes. i was at his house.
"we need to talk." he said.
***
"what the hell were you thinking?!" diego stormed. "you hit this bitch in the face with some damn frame."
"if she got plastic surgery one more time it would've done the same thing."
"you still shouldn't have done it."
"whatever. what was she doing here anyway?" I asked.
"what do you think?"
"y- you- you two-"
"yeah, why. are you jealous?"
"wow. so you cheated on me because you got mad that i got mad."
"cheated? i thought we were done..."
"when did i say that?!"
"you basically ignored my calls and never came back."
"because you broke my heart!" I shouted. "first you sent me away, and then you left me on read when i needed you. and I'm fucking pregnant. you think I'd reply after? i am so stressed right now."
"i thought that we needed time apart. you've been hiding shit from me lil ma. don't deny that."
"why do you keep thinking that?"
"cause i can tell. you're making a choice right now." I raised an eyebrow. "either you tell me what you've been hiding.. or.."
"or what."
"or we're done." he said.
