Not Your Average Teen Pregnancy [COMPLETED]

Chapter Three

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NOT YOUR AVERAGE TEEN PREGNANCY

Chapter Three                                                    

          We got home okay, and managed to get passed his parents without any problems. I took a shower, and then put Derek's shirt back on along with some short kit shorts. His shirt smelled like him, and that strangely comforted me. I pulled my hair into a messy bun, and flopped on my bed.  

          "Can I come in?" I heard Derek knock.

          "Yeah," I say, not sitting up or moving.

          "Are you...okay?" he asks in a whisper, his voice deep and soft. I nod slowly. He lies down beside me, holding me in his arms. We lay in a comfortable silence. He lets go and starts to sit up.

          "Please don't go," I manage to get out. He lies back down, and I hug him, and don't let go.

          "I should have never made you go to that party," he says, sadly, stroking my back.

          "It's not your fault. Please stop apologizing," I plead, looking in his gorgeous blue eyes.

          "Okay," he whispers. I slowly drift off, in Derek's warm arms. I heard him say something, right before I drifted off.

          "You're too perfect to deserve that happening to you. I am deeply sorry, El."

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          "Wake up, beautiful," I hear Derek whisper. He's still holding on to me, our bodies pressed close together.

          "Thank you," I say, "For everything."

          "No big deal, just...try to stay away from him," he shrugs, walking out of my room.

          Then I remembered. School today. Great. I got ready, wearing some jeans and a Hollister t-shirt. I put on my make-up, and straightened my hair. There.

          I had to ride with Derek to school, and I had shotgun, according to Derek's orders. Cayleb and Clay had to sit in the back.

          "Feel like Mr. Mom with all these kids?" I laugh.

          "I don't mind," he shrugs.

          "So whose jersey are you wearing first?" Clay asks.

          "I don't care, rock paper scissors for it?" I ask. I see him smile in the rearview mirror, and then I hear Cayleb say, 'Yesss!' I laugh.

          "I have an idea," Clay says.

          "Hmm?" I ask.

          "You wear Cayleb's football jersey, and then my basketball jersey," he smiles.

          "And then my ice hockey jersey," Derek smiles.

          "I don't care, sure, but I don't get what the big deal about wearing your guys' jerseys is all about," I ask.

          "It means that you're off limits. No one can have you but us, it's kind of a guy code, I think is how you would put it?" Cayleb shrugs.

          "I see, you're claiming me off the market, so to speak?" I ask.

          "Yeah, but you can't back out now, you already promised," Clay smiles.

          "You guys are devious," I laugh.