I Fucking Love You

15- Neither

"Come on! We're going to be late for the party!" I heard my princess shout from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm coming!" I said back, running down the stairs.

"THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID!!!!" Brice yelled from his room.

"NOT TO YOU!" I yelled back to him.

We drove to the party and I helped my babygirl get out of the car.

"Don't get drunk! Your my designated driver!" Whitney said sternly, pointing a finger at me. I stiffened, trying to look stronger than her words.

"Yes ma'am." I saluted her. She giggled and grabbed my hand as I walked us inside.

"I'm going to go get a drink, do you want one?" I yelled over the pounding music.

She nodded her head back to my question. I left her side and walked over to the bar.

Whitney's point of view-

Brett left me and walked over to the bar. I was just dancing by myself when I see Brandon in the distance. My gay best friend! I ran up to him. And jumped on his back. "Hey stranger!" I yelled. "Hey girl, hey!" He said in his gay voice.

The song cheerleader came on and we started dancing and grinding on each other. Then, I saw the most rudest thing happen. Brett grabbed him by his collar, "Stay away from my girl!" He yelled through gritted teeth.

"Brett! Stop! He's my gay best friend!" I shouted to Brett. But, Brett didn't even face me. He was about to throw a punch at Brandon, when, I stopped it with my face. I pushed Brandon out of the way and replace him with me.

The punch was so hard that I ended up on the ground. I saw Brett's face soften within seconds. He bent down to my level and turned my face to look at him, "I'm so sorry, Whitney, I didn't mean t-" I cut him off by running out of the party and I ran home.

How could he dare to punch me or Brandon! He's gay for fucks sake! I'm his girlfriend! Jesus Christ! I was almost to our room when my phone buzzed.

I pulled it out of my pocket to see, 38 messages from Brett and 1 message from unknown. I ignored Brett and clicked the unknown message. A recording came up.

I pushed play and almost cried through the entire recording.

"Fuck!"

"Am I better than Whitney!?"

"Anyone's better than Whitney!"

After he put his sperm in me! After I find out I'm pregnant! He does this to me!!!!!

I'm leaving. I set the positive pregnancy test on his dresser for him to know. I ran to my car only to be stopped by Brett. "I didn't mean to! I'm sorry, Whitney! Please. Stay. I don't want you to leave! Stay. This is your home." He said trying to push me back inside.

"I left you a surprise on your dresser." I said trying to go back to my car. He picked me up bridal style and rushed me inside the house and to his room.

He sat me on his bed as he walked to his dresser. He picked up the test and started to cry. "Your having an abortion." He stated, turning to face me.

"What?" I stuttered. I want to have this baby. I do. More than anything.

"We are not having a baby! You can barely handle yourself! I can barely handle myself! This baby is going to add to our list of problems!" My eyes widened at his strong statements.

"Well, I have something to add to the list of problems, as well!" I shouted, standing up, and pressing play on the recording.

"Whitney-" I cut him off.

"It's me and the baby or neither!" I yelled.

"NEITHER!!!!!" He yelled at me.

I grabbed my bags and ran out to my car. I cried the entire way to my house as I drove. Which is pretty dangerous.

I wanted to have this baby with him. With him playing the father role. The way it's supposed to go!

I pulled into my driveway and ran into my house. I collapsed to the floor crying the moment I walked into my room.

I thought he wanted a baby! I thought he wanted me!

Brett's point of view-

"I woke up with tears in my eyes and no Whitney to wake up to. I'm in hell. How could I say those things to her?! I want to have a baby with her but, I just, I'm too scared I won't make a good father, I mean I'm clearly not a good boyfriend." I cried to my mother.

"I think you would be a great father but, you need to fix things with Whitney. I know you love her." She whispered to me, soothingly.

"But, she doesn't love me anymore. I almost beat up her gay best friend, then I accidentally punched her and she ran off and then someone sent her a recording of me moaning that anyone's better than her and then she told me she was pregnant and I was afraid. I know how much she's wanted a baby. I should support her. She's probably crying right now, on her bedroom floor while I'm here rambling. I need to fix this!" I exclaimed, grabbing my keys and running to my car.

I want her, her and our baby.