The Music in Us

Chapter Twenty-Three

Kami's POV

I feel someone shaking me, so I wake up; head still pounding.

"Kaminari, school has ended. You need to go home."

I look up confused, neck straining to see who it is. "Mrs. Shuzenji? Wh-What am I doing here?"

She smiles kindly at me. "You passed out during PE, love."

I furrow my brows and get up. "Oh. Ok..."

She hands me something, then I remember what happened. Oh fuck. I don't cry this time. I just stare at the test in my hand. My parents are going to kill me. They don't even know I'm dating someone.

At least they don't care that I'm gay. My dad's a stupid politician, and my mom's a lawyer. They're both known to be very liberal.

"You need to go home now, son."

I look at her and nod. Getting out of the bed and grabbing my backpack. I walk out, thanking her.

I look at my phone, and see that school ended over an hour ago. My friends have texted, asking where I am, but I don't respond. Let's just hope mom and dad don't kick me out.

I start the car, but I put my head on the top of my wheel. I lay my hands on my stomach and furrow my brows.

Is a baby really in there? I should definitely see a doctor or something. I'm happy Shin didn't break up with me. That stuff only happens in really cheesy love stories. I'm lucky.

The big difference is that I feel like they have supportive parents a lot of the time. I do not.

God, they're gonna kick me out, then Shin's gonna realize he doesn't want me. I have ADHD... I'm a shit learner. I can't get a job without a high school diploma. I couldn't even get a sugar daddy/mommy! Who would want a pregnant sugar baby!

I groan out in annoyance, which soon turns to sadness and anger. I'm such a fuck up...

Tears well up in my eyes, but I wipe them away. I gotta drive.

I press on the gas and go home. I don't listen to music and just reflect on what has happened. I'm... numb. I've never had this feeling before. It's... weird.

I get home soon enough and breath out deeply. I look up at the giant house and sigh, parking in the four car garage.

I hear dogs barking, and that makes me happy. I love my dogs.

I walk upstairs, and they tackle me. Well, not literally, but Jagger, my boy boxer, is jumping up on me.

I push him off and let him, then I let my other boxer girl, Kaia, then I bet my basset hound, Dooley.

I open the back door, so they can go to the bathroom. I walk into my parents room and go over to the crate in there. It holds my little bulldog, Dax. He's just a couple months old, but he's so big already!

He's wiggling around, and I smile at him. He's so cute.

"Hey, Daximus!" I say in my baby voice.