Secrets

Secrets part 7

Sorry, it's been a while. I have been focused on school and my other story, which has awesomely made it to the second round of the Watty Awards- shweet!- and yeah. So I decided, before I forgot, to upload on this story first chance I got.

<3 Nikky~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

*Lisa*

It was hard keeping such a big secret hidden like this. In about, I don't know, three months or so it's going to be obvious that I'm gaining weight and growing a rock hard bubble on my stomach. So frustrating! And I couldn't ask for help because the only people who knew were Jesse, Miranda, and Tyler and they weren't much help. Jesse was still dealing with the shock that he's going to be a dad and Miranda and Tyler kept telling me to get an abortion and no one would know. But I don't believe in that! I still think it's murder even if the baby isn't developed or born yet. And I didn't want to do that. I wanted to hit my head against the wall repeatedly. I almost cried in the last class of the day. I could not concentrate on my project in ceramics. What's more is that the teacher decided to be an ass and give us a new assignment. This is the teacher that is pregnant with twins. Our new project has to be 3D and has to have something to do with babies. Just what I need to get my mind off of me being pregnant. To make a freaking baby carriage.

*Jesse*

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, I kept thinking. Just sitting out in my van at home, thinking about becoming a daddy. Holy crap, I thought again. This was proof that Lisa and I did something that night. And now she was pregnant. With my kid.

"Holy crap," I said to myself. On the radio, a song started playing. John Lennon singing about his kid. I smacked the off button. Don't need to hear someone singing about their kid when I hardly wanted my own that was on the way. How the hell did I let this happen? I pounded on the steering wheel. Jeez, jeez, CRAP! I shouted in my thoughts. I felt bad. Not for me, for Lisa and the kid. Lisa because she was going to have to carry the evidence around because she couldn't get an abortion and I felt bad for the kid because it was going to have me for a father. I'm in my senior year of high school, most likely not going to graduate, I'm selling drugs for a living, I'm doing drugs in my spare time, and I did something so horrible a couple weeks ago. I was not going to be good enough for the kid. I shouldn't have even done anything with Lisa. Now I was going to ruin her life even more than I already did and I was also going to ruin the kid's life.

*Tyler*

It really bugged me. Bugged me that she was pregnant with HIS kid. HIS kid. The one who was going to ruin her life and their kid's life. He wasn't good enough to be a dad and he really wasn't good enough for Lisa. I'm not saying I wish I got her pregnant or anything. I'm just glad Miranda wasn't, otherwise I'd be screwed royally. Wait, was she? I hoped to god that she wasn't, I really did. Miranda and I wanted nothing to do with each other as it was. The last thing we needed was a kid gluing us together. My fists clenched as I thought about the kid Jesse and Lisa were going to have. It was going to get them together. They would see a lot of each other because of the kid. Because Lisa couldn't get an abortion. She didn't feel it was right. So she was going to be stuck seeing so much of that jack ass. They could....no, that wasn't going to happen. They couldn't. They wouldn't. It was impossible. They were too different from each other. Impossible. Wasn't it? My phone rang and I answered it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Tyler, I'm pregnant," Miranda said quickly. What the fu- NO! She wasn't! She couldn't be!

"WHAT!" I screeched. She hung up.

*Miranda*

I felt so bad for Lisa. It was strange because normally I wouldn't have given a crap, but now I did. I was extremely thankful that there wasn't a kid growing in my stomach. I looked down at it and knocked. Nope, it was soft. Thank the lord! I rested my head back on my pillow. It would be one thing to have a one night stand with Tyler, it would be another thing to try and raise a kid with him. I almost gave the little seventeen year old the burden of being a daddy. I smiled as an idea came to mind. I picked up my cell phone and called him quick.