My Roommate's Boyfriend {COMPLETED}

Nineteen

"Pregnant?" Jay questioned with a frown. I sat up and began to brush my teeth as he stood off to the side staring off into space.

"You think you're pregnant? That's what you said, right?" He asked nervously. I just looked at him since I was brushing my teeth and couldn't talk. When I didn't say anything, he put his head down and began walking around like a lunatic.

"I don't know for sure but I've been having this weird feeling for the past couple of days." I said.

"Okay? It could be a virus or something. What just makes you think you're pregnant?"

I sighed and stared at Jay through the mirror. Right now, I hated his tone. He seemed so hostile compared to a few minutes ago when he seemed worried sick about me.

"Jay, I've had a virus before. I know what it feels like and it doesn't feel like this. There's someone inside of me and —"

"Stop!" He said putting his hands up, "Take a test or go to a doctor first before you just claim that you're pregnant. You don't even know."

I turned to look at him and gave him the same mug he was giving me, "Why are you acting like this right now?"

"Because Beyoncé! You come out of nowhere saying this shit knowing how I feel about that. When have we ever talked about a child? Never!"

"And how many times have I told you to put on a fucking condom and you refused to? How many times have you came inside of me and didn't give a damn? There's consequences of that!"

"Are you not on birth control?" He yelled back.

"No Shawn, I'm not!"

He groaned and punched the door before walking out. I could feel myself getting hot and heated. I wanted to cry so bad by the way he's reacting to this news. I didn't know for sure if I'm pregnant and he may be right, it just may be a virus, but he could still have reacted differently.

I followed him to the room while he mumbled under his breath. "If you have something to say, say that shit to my face." I said to him.

He turned to look at me and I could see how red in the face he was. Why was he so mad like he's the one that'll be carrying the baby? That pissed me off.

"Just get out my face right now Beyoncé."

"No I'm not getting out your face, because you have no reason to be mad right now. You came inside of me Jay. What the fuck did you expect?"

He groaned, "I expected for you to be on some type of birth control to avoid this shit right here."

I frowned, "So if I'm pregnant, you won't be in the baby's life?"

We had a stare off and when he didn't say anything, I shook my head and walked around him to grab my keys and phone.

"Where you think you're going?" He questioned as I picked up my wallet.

"I'm getting out of your face like you asked, so leave me alone."

I tried walking around him but he continued blocking me. I sighed and gave up when I realized he wasn't going to stop.

"Where you going Beyoncé?"

"Out of here!" I yelled, "Why the fuck are you even worried about it?"

He grabbed my hands and shook his head, "You ain't leaving here. Be mad all you want, but you not going anywhere."

I couldn't even wipe the tears that fell down my face because of the grip he had on my hands. He stared at me while tears streamed down my face.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.