Daughter of the Guitarist

Chapter 27

When my alarm went off I shut it off and rolled over. My head was killing me from crying myself to sleep. I went to the bathroom, took some Tylenol and got in the shower. When my head felt better I got out and straightened my hair. After doing my make up I went to my room and got dressed. I put on the outfit I had on yesterday since it wasn't dirty. I grabbed my bag and went outside to smoke.

I put my hood up, I was not in a good mood. My phone went off.

Victoria: I have a test for you

Me: OK when do I take it?

Victoria: First thing tomorrow morning

Me: I'm scared

Victoria: Don't be

A tear slid down my cheek.

Me: I can't help it I don't wanna be pregnant by Brian not yet at least

Dad drove me to school, something in my expression told him not to bother me. I got out shutting the door, I headed to algebra.

Victoria was already in her seat when I walked in. "Here," she said passing me the test. "Take it when you wake up tomorrow."

I put it in my bag sighing and laying my head on my desk. We had the same substitute from yesterday. I got my paper finished and put it in my bag.

In biology we finished labeling the cells. My partner and I finished early so I had forty minutes to kill. I wrote Brian a letter but was not sure if I was going to give it to him.

Victoria was animated during lunch, she talked about her date. I tuned her after a few minutes. I had a lot on my mind, I did not want to be pregnant, not yet at least.

French did not hold my attention for long and we had a free day in athletics.

When the final bell rang my dad picked me up. I did not want to be bothered and my expression said it all. He left me alone. I went to my room and lay on my bed.

My phone went off.

Brian: Are you okay?

Me: Yeah

Brian: Do you have homework?

Me: No

Brian: Why are you in ur room? I came over to see you baby

Me: I just wna be alone babe

Brian: Please talk to me

Me: I don't wanna talk bout it

Brian: Are you mad at me?

Me: No

Brian: Are you sure?

Me: It's not us I promise

I went downstairs to smoke. Brian was outside too so I sat next to him and lit my cigarette. I wanted to tell him, he had a right to know. I sighed, what would dad do? Would he send me back? I really hoped not.

Brian took my hand, "I know something is wrong and I wish you would tell me."

"I'm not ready to tell anybody," I said, "I will eventually."

I went to my room and lay on my bed.