Maybe I should stop.
What happened?
I'm a fucking dude!
I am pregnant.
I am actually fucking pregnant.
I stood there holding my pregnancy test that had two lines.
It was positive.
What the fuck?
'So you don't want to talk to me anymore? What's wrong love?'
I growled at the text, almost throwing my phone against a wall.
'Leave me alone asshole. I don't fucking need you.'
'Yes you do, your mom would make you get an abortion. You fucking need me now don't you.'
He was right.
My mom would have made me get an abortion.
I'm all for one but...this little baby is a part of me too. I've always loved kids and I can't do that to my little baby.
Fetus.
Whatever.
I still want it.
Shit.
I don't even have a fucking job to help this baby.
'Hmm,love, what's wrong?'
'Stop fucking calling me love Riley.'
'Alright baby what's wrong?'
'Okay. Fine. I need your fucking help.'
'Good. Meet me at the cafe near our old hangout.'
Okay I guess I should explain something first.
This is Riley the biggest badass,player, and jock of the school.
But i, the social outcast of the school know all his dirty little secrets.
You see when I was younger I dated this guy.
Well kissed him, he took my first kiss away.
Then he kissed a girl, and it broke my little 9 year old heart.
Now he still talks to my mother and keeps up to date with me, which is a little stalkerish.
He knows I'm depressed, underweight, smoke pot, and have no friends.
I walked to the cafe,throwing the joint and vodka into a dumpster.
I walked over to Riley once I saw him and sighed heavily.
He still looked the same.
He even smelled the same too.
Oh god, that smile of his; I haven't seen him this close in years.
RILEY'S POV
God he's so fucking cute still.
He's almost my height now, wasn't he shorter last year?
This boy is adorable.
"So, I know you need my help with the baby. What do you want me to do to help?"
He stood there and l looked at me before actually speaking.
"Why do you want to help so bad? The baby isn't even yours. I... I don't know. I want to raise this baby right and I don't even have a job." He said worriedly, almost like he was going to cry.
"Hey,hey. Don't cry it's gonna be fine... umm. You can live with me if you want. I have a guest bedroom we can make into a nursery, plus my sisters old room... if it's a boy we can change it. Umm... I don't have another room but I can sleep on the floor, the baby needs a good bed ya know?"
I'm calm. Good. I just care about him a lot. I miss him
I miss us.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
I still love him.