Waiting for You

Chapter 9: Oh Shit!

Monsé's P.O.V.:

I never gave Officer Clark my number... so how is he texting me? About two weeks after the 'thing', my phone pinged at the notification of a new message. I flipped it over and gasped. 

555-775-8946: Had a great time the other night ;3 

Me: Who is this? I asked even though I knew the answer.

555-775-8946: Haha its officer Clark 

Me: WTF?! Why are you texting me? 

I was a little annoyed that it was showing his number, but I was too lazy to change it.

555-775-8946: I want to see you again ;)

I roll my eyes.

Me: Uh-uh. not happening. 

555-775-8946: Awww, why not?

Me: Because I said.

555-775-8946: Is the little teenager on her period?

I'm guessing he was mocking me...

Me: Quite the opposite, actually. I was due a week ago. 

He calls me. I stare at the number in confusion, skeptically jabbing the green button.

"Hello?" I into the phone.

"You are pregnant?!" He yells in response. I wince. "I never said that," I say in a 'duh' voice. "I just said I was late. That could mean a variety of things," I point out.

"I'm coming over," He says, sounds of shifting and the recognizable clinking of keys in the background. "I'll stop at the store to grab a test, and you're taking it as soon as I get there!" He orders. I furrow my eyebrows.

"You can't just order me around like a damn drill sergeant," I snarl.

"Monsé, just listen to me," He says sternly. "You're taking them, end of story."

I had barely gotten my 'no' out when I heard the phone make the sound that meant the call had ended. Not even twenty minutes later, I heard the door-bell ring. I opened the door, Officer Clark bursting through. He handed me a Walgreens bag. 

"How many tests did you get exactly?"

"Enough. Just go pee on them."

So I did. Kind of. I took a cup and peed in it so that I wouldn't have to pee multiple times. They all said to wait 3 minutes. 

He had bought 5 tests... and they all came out positive.......

"Shit! Shit, shit, shit!", Clark was saying over and over again.

"Hey! Calm your effing tits.", yes, I actually said effing. "It's fine. I'll just tell my parents and let them decide what they want to do."

"TELL YOUR PARENTS!? YOU'RE A MINOR! I COULD DO JAIL TIME FOR THIS! HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO RAISE A KID IF I'M IN JAIL?!"

"You want the kid?", I asked, genuinely surprised.

"Of course I want the kid. Why wouldn't I?", he asked back just as surprised.

"Because I'm just a stupid pregnant teenager, and you're already a legal adult. I figured you want nothing to do with this.", gesturing towards me. "I still have two more years of high school left. You're 7 years older than me, which doesn't really matter but impacts us until I'm 18. And if people find out you're the father, you could still get put away. Even after I'm 18. And-" I'm crying now. Not because of Clark, though I should probably find out his first name, but because of the fact that I'm 16 and pregnant. I know that when I tell my parents, they'll kick me out, and I had nowhere left to go. 

"Hey, hey....shhh. It's going to be fine. What do you mean "if"? If you tell your parents, they'll want to know who the father is."

"I was going to keep that part a secret. Goddammit! What about Josie? I'm a lesbian-was a lesbian. I shouldn't have gotten so drunk. None of this would have happened if I hadn't gotten drunk!" 

"Look, don't blame yourself. I'm an adult. I shouldn't have done that in the first place."

God, he was perfect. I was a pregnant teenager, and he was still by my side even though we had only talked twice. 

"What's your name?", I asked, sniffling.

He laughed. "My name"? I nodded. "My name's Noah." 

I had a feeling I was going to be seeing a lot more of Noah. But that wasn't even close to important right now. Not only was I pregnant, but I was falling for Noah. Fast. But everyone I know knows me as gay.

I had to figure out what to do if I still loved Josie, and what in the world was happening with Noah.

I needed.......

Klair.