Not Your Average Teen Pregnancy [COMPLETED]

Chapter Five

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NOT YOUR AVERAGE TEEN PREGNANCY

Chapter Five

          I didn't say anything after that. I watched Derek's parents leave, but Derek stayed.

          "I-I told them it was mine," he says quietly, sitting down on the bed next to me.

          "I can't let you do that. You don't need to take the blame," I say.

          "Yeah, and tell everybody that you got fucking raped at a party I made you go to? THAT'S definitely better," he looked at me, his blue eyes pleading.

          "I could just...get an abortion," I say.

          "No. Not only are my parents against those, but me too. Plus, if you tell everyone at school...," he trails off, knowing he's winning.

          "Why would you do this for me?" I ask.

          "Because...I don't know, you're you, I like you," he says, shrugging.

          "But, you're going to go from a player, who gets girls left and right, sleeping with them constantly, to not getting laid at all," I say.

          "We can tell my parents the truth, but no one at school gets to know, okay?" he says.

          "Did you hear me?" I ask.

          "Yeah, and I'm telling you, I'll pretend to be the father of your baby," he looks at me.

          "I would so freaking owe you," I say.

          "No, it'd be fine."

          "Derek, my god, thank you," I say, and he smiles, he won. Somehow, I don't believe why he would want to pretend to be the father of my baby.

          "It's nothing," he shrugs.

          "The hell it's not, you do realize you can't be a player anymore? That you'll be stuck with me until we graduate high school?" I ask.

          "It won't be that bad. It's you," he shrugs. I try to hug him, but it doesn't exactly work out, since I'm hooked up to a million machines. He smiles, and stands up to hug me. He lies down beside me on the uncomfortable hospital bed. He lays a hand on my very small belly, and rubs it soothingly.

          "Soon you're going to be huge," he whispers.

          "Yeah, unfortunately."

          "Oh, it won't be too bad. I think you'd make a very beautiful pregnant girl," he smiles kindly.

          "Yeah, with a freaking rapist's baby," I lean my head over onto his shoulder.

          "We could...pretend...it was mine...if that makes it any better," he says, smoothing my hair.

          "In the end I'm still a knocked up teenager," I shrug, "Even though you're already pretending at school, I won't ruin your life by making you pretend for real."