Chapter 9: pregnancy, Nate.
Nate.
"Abby, you realize I love you, right? This little hand holding, neck kissing love isn't just a crush. There isn't a time that I'm not thinkng about you. But if you're going to go around and be a slut fucking the jerks at this high school, I'm not taking it. I deserve better. I'm not your backup when Kian hits you or knocks you up, I want to be yours. Stop being such a slut an choose one." Of course I didn't say this, but I want to. I can't take her using me like this. I deserve better, right?
Abby.
I don't know if I can date Nate or not. He does like me, of course, wait. Wait wait wait. I just threw up. Oh my god. Shit. Wait I found a pregnancy test in the cabinet. Okay. Pee on the stick. Not too hard to do. Shit I peed on my hand. It's been two minutes. I'm nervous. I'm checking. I'M NOT PREGNANT. THANK GOD. I'M NEVER HAVING SEX WITH KIAN EVER AGAIN OR ANYBODY FOR THAT MATTER. I WANT NATE. I'LL ASK HIM OUT. I LOVE HIM..
Next day at school.
Abby: Hey, Nate. I missed you. How are you? Nate: Fine. A: are you alright? I said i missed you. N: doesn't mean I have to miss you. A: what's your fucking problem? N: your my problem. Fuck off, you slut.
