16 and Pregnant

Brandon

I was walking to Amy's house when I was tapped on my bare shoulder. I hadn't even noticed that I was being followed. I turned around and was greeted by a tall guy with blue eyes and dark brown hair. He had dark freckles and perfectly pink lips that curved into a peerless grin.
"Hey." He said in the voice of a pubescent 12 year old boy.
" Wanna hook up?" He smirked. I tried not to chuckle as I played what he had said to me over in my head. I have no idea who this kid is and he wants to have sex with me. He looked around 16 and his mom probably didn't know he was out soliciting sex from teenage girls.
"I don't date guys." I told him. He peered down my tank top at my boobs and I yanked it up quickly. He groaned.
"Do you sleep with'em?" He whispered. I didn't even know this guy and I've never seen him around.
"I don't even know yo-" he cut me off.
"Brandon Dykes. You can call me Donny." He smirked.
" I won't be calling you anything because this is the first and last time that I am going to see you!" I was getting upset at this point because this stupid boy wouldn't stop harassing me.
"Gimme your name at least." He whined. I turned away from him.
"I'm not giving you shit." I said briskly and walked away.
"Hold up! Maybe we got off on the wrong foot." He called. I stopped and turned around to face him.
"It's not gonna happen. I'm in a relationship." I spat and he smirked. What now?
"An open relationship?" He winked.
"You disgust me. People who have meaningless sex and sleep around are disgusting and immature! I'm not a whore. Sex is for lovers, not greedy, selfish boys like you!" I stomped off and flipped my hair over my shoulder.
"Damn." He said and hung his head.

When I got to Army's apartment, she was laid out on the couch with a bag of chips open on the floor. She was sound asleep, eyes closed, mouth wide, snoring like an animal. I chuckled.
"Amy!" I called and she jumped.
"Babe, is that you?" She moaned.
"Yep." I responded, setting my purse down onto the countertop. Amy stood up and stretched before finding her way into the kitchen. She dropped her elbows onto the counter and grinned at me. I kissed her forehead and she giggled.
"What's up?" I asked as I dug through the refrigerator. I grabbed and apple and cleaned it off with my shirt.
"Why eat an apple when I can give you something sweeter?" She moaned into my ear. Digging her hands into my back pockets, she began kissing my neck and down my back. I groaned and dropped my apple.
"Josephine..." She moaned my full name. It sounded so good rolling off of her sweet tongue. At that moment, I began thinking about Brandon. Shit. I tried to clear him out of my mind by kissing Amy back, but I couldn't stop. I've always been attracted to girls and I've only dated one person: Amy. I don't know how I feel about guys. I guess I've never thought about it.
"Is something wrong, Joey?" Amy stopped kissing my back and I hadn't even noticed.
"I'm fine,....Amy. Lets go in-into your room. Maybe I'll feel bet-ter." I stumbled over my words. Shaking my head, I tried to clear the thoughts of Brandon. Maybe I was attracted to him. Oh God, I hope not. I love Amy! I'll always love Amy.

I snapped out of my daze and turned around. Amy was leaning against the wall as she rolled her eyes.
"If you're not in the mood, just tell me. Where'd you go? It's like you just....zoned out." She mumbled.
"I'm sorry. I'm feeling a little sick." I lied and rubbed my stomach. Amy smiled and kissed my cheek.
"Lay down and I'll make you some tea to settle that tummy." She spoke to me like a child and smirked. I obeyed despite the fact that I wasn't actually sick.
"Thanks." I said and still couldn't stop thinking about...Brandon.