||Mr. Lopez||

• From Good To Bad: 2/3 •

{Robyn's POV}

  [As I stood there, staring into his eyes, I realized what this meant. He wasn't gonna take care of me and the baby. He just stood and stared back at me, after I just dropped this bombshell. He walked over to his desk and sat down, doing paperwork like I didn't just tell him I was pregnant.]

  "So, you just gonna sit there--"

  He held his hand up. "Robyn, please, I'm not in the mood."

  I yanked him up by his shirt. "What the fuck you mean, you ain't in the mood?! Oh, you gon' be in the fuckin' mood when I slap you in the face--"

  "ROBYN, STOP," he yelled, but I didn't loosen up my grip. "Look, I don't know what to tell you, but I just got engaged yesterday... A-And, she's pregnant, too."

  I could hear my heart shattering in my chest. "W-What?"

  He shook his head miserably. "And, not only that, Angel is pregnant, too... "

  I knocked all of his papers off of his desk. "You can't be SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!!!! HOW THE FUCK YOU GET ANGEL PREGNANT?!?! YOU KNOW WHAT, I DON'T CARE NO FUCKIN' MORE!!! I SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO Y/N!!!"

  He grabbed my hand, but I snatched it away. "Robyn, wait, baby--"

  "Don't call me baby. Don't call me anything. Y/N was right about you. You ain't nothin' but trouble. And, I wish I never would've let you kiss me that day."

  [I walked out of his room, to see Angel standing by the doorway. Why the fuck she got a smirk on her face?! Man, if I wasn't so nice, I'd beat the fuck outta her, pregnant or not. She had to be one month, cause her little bump was showing. She flipped her flammable weave and sashayed down the hallway, like being pregnant was cute. Bitch, bye, the fuck?! I walked down the hallway, grabbing my stuff out of my locker. I walked out of school and started to walk nowhere. I mean, my mom told me I had to get my stuff out by tomorrow. So, I'm pretty sure my dad could send me some money to buy an apartment and pay for my rent. So, I hope I can get situated before I get any bigger.]