Oh god, I want you now

Chapter 22: A dumb ass pussy ass bitch

Billies Pov:

Incoming FaceTime call from q baby

Fuck. Of course he wants to call me right now out of all times. I let the phone ring. I'll call him back after but through voice call instead. He didn't need to know that I was at a drug store. He'd ask me why I was there and then I'd have to tell him.

Tell him that I was there to buy a pregnancy test because I think I'm pregnant.

I don't track my period and honestly I really wish I did. I can't remember if I had gotten it in December.

I know I definitely didn't have it while we were in Cancun and I have no idea if I had gotten it after.

What about January? Can't remember. I really need to do better. It's February and if I didn't get it in December or January that means that it's possible that I'm two months pregnant.

I didn't feel pregnant I don't think. I'm not nauseous, I haven't thrown up, I don't think I've been moody or emotional. Or maybe I have. But I think I've always been emotional and have always been known to cry really easily so I'm not sure if that counts here. 

I called seven again before he had the chance to face time me again. Luckily the drugstore was pretty quiet and I could lie and tell him I was at home.

Call between b and q via voice call

B: Hey, sorry. I was in the kitchen and my phone was in my room.

Q: Na it's alright. But I'm at the mall with Ezra (prince) and I saw the air max 97's you wanted. I remember they were sold out online but then we were in the mall anyways so I decided to check and see if they had them and they did so I was gonna FaceTime you and see if you wanted the white and silver ones that we saw online or fully white ones bc I think the fully white ones go hard.

B: Um I don't know. Pick what you think is best.

Q: You don't have a say?

B: I think you know me good enough. I trust you.

Q: You sure? Usually you have a strong opinion on what shoes you wear. What's up, you alright?

"Marco!" I heard some dumb ass little kid scream.

I hit mute as fast I could so q couldn't hear the kid. I mean he probably already did.

I moved to another aisle hoping that it was quiet there and I could unmute myself.

B: yeah um I-

I tried to say before I heard the same damn kid scream again. "MARCO! MAAAAX! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

Can somebody get their fucking kid I swear to god. I know seven definitely heard that. Fuckk meee.

B: Um- yeah so I'll call you back alright? I love you, bye.

I hung up the phone and took a deep breath. Fuck. Why do I have to be so complicated. This is my fault that I might be pregnant in the first place. Brandon already expressed that he wasn't ready to have a kid and honestly I wasn't either.

My mom doesn't want me to have a kid yet either and how bad would it look if I had a kid before finneas and Claudia.

I leaned against a shelf and covered my face with my hands. Don't cry. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. I tried to tell myself. I felt my face getting hot and the tears coming in.

"Oh sweetie," an old lady came up to me and asked, "Are you alright, honey?"

I lifted my head up as she put her hand on my shoulder, "Oh- yeah I'm alright," I tried to assure her, "Thank you though," I chuckled trying to lighten the mood.