I sighed and took another puff at the joint.
I got a call soon and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey."
"Fucking asshole, what the hell do you want?"
"You."
"I just got raped  three days ago, I don't need your bullshit right now."
"So? You can't be by yourself."
"I'm not."
"Not like that."
"What? Like what?"
"Pregnant."
"Boys can't get pregnant dumbass."
"You aren't a boy."
"Like hell I am!"
"You've been feeling weird when you wake up now right? You've been eating a lot too. Your mom told me."
"You're a fucking stalker! My mom would never call you for anything! Leave me the fuck alone already!"
"remember the kiss? You were so sad when I kissed a girl. You didn't come to school for almost a week. Boys who don't love each other don't do that."
"We were 9."
"Now we're not."
"You are, you asshole!"
"You're raising a kid. You can't act like one anymore."
"Fuck you!"
I hung up and sighed.
I was feeling like throwing up in the morning lately.
I've been eating a lot too.
Was he serious right?
Maybe I should stop smoking and drinking.