"you know, heavy lifting can really only help you at this point," said saoirse , who was struggling with lifting the sofa chair with me.

thank god for saoirse, cause honestly if i were to ask somebody else to help me put a sofa in a trunk, chances are that they would definitely say no.

i laughed at her comment and shook my head. "seriously!"

"so, you were bored? that's how this blessed miracle came to be?" questioned saoirse, referring to that night back with timothee.

"no, no. the act was premeditated. i mean, the sex. not the whole 'let's get pregnant' thing."

honestly, i get it. my fault for not using any protection. timothee was continuously asking if i was sure that i didn't want to use a condom and at the moment my brain wasn't really on track.

but of course neither of us thought that anything would actually happen.

"so, when did you decide that you were gonna do chalamet?"

we successfully managed to put the sofa in the trunk and i struggled to catch my breath.

this is why i would never survive a work out.

i muttered a small "i don't know," as my mind went back to last year in class. "like a year ago in spanish class."

our class was in the middle of taking notes and chalamet suddenly passed me a piece of paper that was folded. i looked at the paper,  which had a drawing on it. i felt my cheeks heat up and looked up to give him an appreciative smile.

saoirse looked at me with a look and smiled. "you love him!"

"i uh- it's actually really complicated, okay? and i don't feel like talking about it in my fragile state."

saoirse raised her eyebrow and teasingly smiled again. "so what was it like? humping chalamet's bony bod."

i sometimes wonder why she always words stuff weirdly.

"uh, magnificent!"

third person pov

sitting on the car designed bed, timothee grabbed his high knee socks and began to put them on, over the socks that he already had on.

quickly getting up, he moved over to his messy desk and grabbed his deodorant, rubbing it on his inner thighs instead of his armpits.

he was running late for track practice, so he heated up a hot pocket and took it out with him to eat on the way there.

walking outside, he looked ahead of him and saw somebody that he wasn't expecting.

first person pov

is it creepy to sit in the front yard of chalamet's house?

yes, but im still doing it.

i set up a mini living room with furniture that i found on people's lawns and sidewalks, then sat on the sofa, waiting for him to get out of his house.

school was about to start so i was hoping that he would hurry.

i played with a pipe in my mouth as i saw him walking out the front door. "hey, chalamet."

"wicked tiger," he said pointing at the tiger mat. "it looks proud."

"thanks. i swiped it from ms. pugh's lawn."

he walked down the steps and i noticed his shorts, which were very short. seems like he pulled them up as much as he could.

"wow, your shorts are like especially gold today."

he looked down at his shorts. "my mom uses color-safe bleach."

"go nicole."

he smiled, proudly. "ill tell her."

suddenly, the rest of the runners from his team came passing by us.

when i see them all running like that, with their things bouncing around in their shorts, i always picture them naked, even if i don't want to. all i see is pork swords.

timothee looked at the group and back at me. "im supposed to be running."

i ignored him and spoke up again. "so guess what?"

"w-what?"

i looked down at my lap, nervous to say it. but
im gonna have to tell him sooner or later. "im pregnant."

even though chalamet's facial expression didn't change, it was visible that he was panicking inside.

we just stared at each other and i pursed my lips.

"what should we do?" he asked.

"oh, you know. i was thinking i'd just nip it in the bud before it gets worse. because they were talking about it in health class, how pregnancy can often lead to an infant."

"typically, yeah, yeah. that's what happens when our moms and teachers get pregnant."

"so... you're cool with that then?"

he still looked nervous but nodded. "yeah, yeah, wizard. do whatever you think you should do, you know?"

i didn't say anything until i got up from the sofa and grabbed my bag. "well, im sorry i had sex with you. i know it wasn't like your idea."

he let out a short, nervous laugh. "whose idea was it?"

"i'll see you at school, alright?" i said, getting onto my bike.

authors note:

even though this book has a small audience, thank you so much for all of those reading!

i really enjoy writing this book :)