Not Your Average Teen Pregnancy [COMPLETED]

Chapter Two

Just cause i was feeling generous, here's chapter two, but you won't get chapter three until i get atleast 5 votes, deal?

PLEASE NOTE, THIS CHAPTER IS THEE CHAPTER THAT SHE...WELL, READ ON...

NOT YOUR AVERAGE TEEN PREGNANCY

Chapter Two

          Two weeks have passed, and we go back to school tomorrow. Clay and Cayleb have been begging me all week to wear their jerseys on Fridays, and I promised them I'd alternate between them. I don't get the point of it, but okay.

          "There's a party tonight, want to go?" Derek smiles at the door, shirtless.

          "Do you EVER put on a shirt?" I ask.

          "No, but don't change the subject, darling," he smirks.

          "Ugh, I don't know I'm not a party person," I say.

          "Please? I'm not allowed to go unless you do," he pleads.

          "I guess, I don't want to ruin-," I get cut off by him running up and tackling me in a hug.

          "Thank you! I owe you!" he smiles.

          "Uh, sure," I say, kind of confused. 

          "Wear that really sexy short black dress you wore to homecoming last year," he walks off. How did he know what I wore to homecoming last year? I dig through my stuff until I find it. I put it on, and then realize why he wanted me to wear it. It barely comes to mid-thigh, and it's pretty low cut. It hugs my hour-glass figure, and it's only got one strap. What the hell? I should live a little. I go into the bathroom, and curl the ends of my light brown hair, and put on some make-up. I dabbed on some lip gloss, and smiled. I don't look half bad.

          "You look great," Derek says, leaning against the doorframe of my bathroom.

          "Uhm, thanks," I say.

          "I had better go find my bat, I'll have to beat the guys off with a stick," he grins.

          "Sure you will," I roll my eyes.

          "Ready to go?" he asks.

          "Yeah," I say, and grab my gold purse. We get to the party, in Derek's amazing blue convertible. He drives over the speed limit, he's a reckless driver. I've learned there's nothing I can do to stop him, if I try, he just drives faster. I walk in, and watch as Derek ditches me. I figured this would happen. I go to the kitchen, to get something to drink. I take a bottle of water, glad they had something non-alcoholic.

          "Not drinking, gorgeous?" a deep voice says behind me.

          "Uh, no," I say, turning around to see Sam, the player with no shame at all. He's a senior, and has slept with every girl in his grade, and probably half the girls in my grade.

          "You know, that's kind of admirable," he slurs.

          "I guess," I shrug.

          "Will you please dance with me?" he asks, and I shrug, what the hell?

          "Great," he says, and leads me to the dance floor, where a slow song comes on. He holds me close, barely any air between us. Then, a booming song comes on.

          "I have something to tell you, but I don't want to yell it, let's go upstairs so I can tell you," he leads me up the stairs, into a bedroom, and locks the door. Uh-oh.

--POV OF DEREK-

          I watched Sam dance with Ellie, this can't be good. I swear to God, if he hurts her, I will kill him. I take another swig of my beer. I watch him lead her up the stairs. Oh shit.

          "I'll be right back, okay guys?" I say, and walk up the stairs. I go to the bathroom, hopefully everything will be okay. Then, I hear him yelling. If he hurts one hair on her head, I'm going to kill him. I hear her scream, and I run out of the bathroom, trying to find where she is. I find the door, and try to open it. Shit, it's locked. I manage to break the lock, after a while, I get it. Just as I open it, Sam walks out, fixing his belt.

          "Oh hey man, she's all yours," he grins. I punch him square in the eye, running in to get Ellie.

          "Ellie? Are you okay?" I call, and realize she's crying in the bathroom. I was too late. I break that lock in no time, I'm too mad.

          "Ellie, oh my god, I'm so sorry," I say, picking her up off the linoleum. I sit her on the sink, wiping her tears.

          "I'm so sorry; I couldn't get here fast enough. Did he hurt you?" I ask, and she cries harder. That's a yes, obviously.

          "It's okay, he's gone, he'll never hurt you again, I promise," I say, leaning her into my shoulder. It hurt me to see her like this.

--POV OF ELLIE-

           I manage to stop crying, but I left Derek's shirt stained with my tears.

          "Sorry," I whisper.

          "You have nothing to be sorry about. Come on, let's go home," he says, looks me over, and takes off his shirt. I look down, and my dress is pulled way down, and my bra isn't exactly, covering... He hands me his shirt, and I put it on, pulling up my bra in the process.

          "Do I look...like...?" I ask, hoping he'd get the point.

          "No, you look beautiful," he whispers and kisses my forehead.