The Golden Boy's Girl {Complete} {undergoing SEVERE editing}

{Chapter 18} You're Having A Baby?!

Chapter 18~ You're having a baby?!

Fayelynn

"Come to Delilah's café to see the Eclipse, this Friday," I pass out fliers we made last week. I walk back to Danny and kiss him on the cheek.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?" He tells me

"Oi, lovebirds!" Mari's voice interrupts our moment and she walks over to us. "I need more fliers," she says and I reach into my bag to pulls out another stack.

"How many of those do you have?" Riley asks

"Well, I have about 150, I gave Mikey 50 to take to school and the others have the rest," she explains and gives us a few more, "I promise I'll buy you guys Ice Cream after school, now Riley you go pass these out in the language wings, Mari come with me to post on the student board and Danny go hand these out to freshman," I instruct and we go our separate ways. "Hey, Davis, did you pass out the flyers?" I ask when I run into him in front of the office.

"Yup! All 150 of them are spread out around the school," he says and I nod.

"Great, see you at lunch," we say goodbye and I turn around, running straight into the fake plastic boobs of Brittany Garcia.

Man, I hate being short...

With her 5 inch heel, I only come up to the tops of her boobs and I hate it. Stepping back, I stare at her straight in the face.

"Watch where you're going, you little bitch," she snarls, I haven't said a word to her since Danny's party.

"Oh, I'm the bitch, somebody obviously needs to get their head checked," I say right back to her.

"Why don't you back to the freaks?" She retorted

"No thanks, I'm done hanging out with you," I say slyly

Wait, did that make sense?

Whatever... Too late to take it back now.

She just huffs and storms off and I smile slightly,

Fayelynn: 1 Brittany: 12245334836457

Well... At least I had won once; I'll take what I can get.

"Okay, I'm done plastering the halls with fliers and getting paper cuts, you owe me tons of ice cream," Mari's voice breaks my thoughts and I turn to look at her.

"Um, yeah. One more period and then we can get home," I say and we walk to our last class, Trigonometry.

"What are you going to wear?" She whispers to me, ignoring the teacher.

"I don't know yet; want to help me pick it out?" I say and she smiles.

"Yes! I have the perfect shirt for this occasion," she says

"Ms. Collins and Ms. Williams, am I boring you?" Mr. Gomez says and I flush, muttering a no quickly. Half an hour later, Mari and I are sprinting to her giggling excitedly like little children.

"I can't wait to hear you sing, I only heard you once and it was for like 2 seconds!" She squeals

"God, I hope I don't faint or throw up! What if I do?" The panic and stage fright sets in quickly.

"You won't! Besides if you do that hottie Davis will be there to catch you," she laughs and winks at my shocked expression

"Marisol Ann Williams! You have a boyfriend," I scold and she rolls her eyes at me

"So? I'm in a relationship, not dead," she says and I shake my head

"Okay, how about this shirt with these shorts?" Mari holds up booty shorts and a bralette top, I just raise my eyebrows and she sighs. "Yeah, even I think it's slutty," she puts it back.