Mr. Badboy and I

I have always been the shy girl around guys and a smartass to my friends and family. Always choking up and stuttering on her words around cute guys. The girl who had only had one real boyfriend in her life, who was going into her senior year of high school. The strong, intimidating girl with a few sarcastic tendencies. The plain girl, who always crushed on guys who were way out of her league.
Combining all of these attributes you'd never expect me to be where I am now, just a year or so after that iconic first day of my senior year. I'm lying in a hospital bed, in one of those God awful see-through gowns, and in an unimaginable amount of pain. I'm currently in labor at the tender age of 18.
You're all shocked, aren't you? Well don't be. Don't jump to conclusions and say that I didn't mean for this to happen, or that I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Because you have yet to hear my story. I'm sure somewhere along the line I'll piss you off and you'll want to stop reading, but you have to keep reading, you have to hear my story.
Buckle up and prepare for a long and bumpy road. Let's start on that first day of my senior year.