The Playboy's Baby (Will be Edited When I'm Done)

Chapter 1- Positive Results

Chapter 1- Positive Results

Blake Crawford...

Blake Crawford...

Blake Crawford...

Just thinking about his name made my head swing around in circles and turn my stomach into knots. It made me feel dizzy and brought up memories of a night that I didn't want to remember at all in the first place. The night where I lost my innocence to the school's most popular player. How could this have happened? How could I have been a fool? Me? Holly Evans lost her virginity to the school playboy.

Just two weeks ago I was the kind of girl who followed all the rules. I stayed out of trouble; I went to school every day and loved it. I have the love and support of my parents and best friends, Casey and Katie. But now it all changed. It all changed because of that night. The night I was suddenly regretting because now I was suddenly getting sick for no apparent reason.

"Holly, are you okay?" I hear a whisper coming from next to me.

I turned my head to find one of my best friends, Katie, staring at me. She was concerned, that much I could tell.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I whispered back then turned my head to face the board where the exercises of AP Chemistry were facing me.

"You look kind of pale. Are you sure?" She asked still concerned and I nodded looking at her then eyed our teacher, Mr. Fallows, out of the corner of my eye at the same time.

At that moment the bell rang loudly and I jumped in my chair feeling my heart beat faster than the normal rate. I put my hand on my chest and breathed out, trying to calm myself down.

I put my things in my book bag and walked out of the classroom alongside Katie.

"Are you sure you're okay? You haven't been yourself lately. You should be excited that we are finally juniors with only one more year left of high school. Woo hoo." She said cheerfully and I couldn't help but smile at that.

"I am happy." I said while shaking my head.

"No, you're not. School started two days ago and you have been feeling unwell for three weeks and now you look like a zombie."

I turned my head to look at her and rolled my brown eyes at her.

"That is not a nice thing to say."

"It's true."

"I know." I said honestly with a smile but it faded when my eyes landed unknowingly to him.
Blake Crawford. He was leaning his back against the lockers, talking to his friends as girls from every corner looked at him with a girl I am in love instantly look in their eyes while looking at him. I couldn't see what the big deal was at first, but then I knew. I have always known why.

He was tall, standing at almost six feet with short spiky brown hair, deep chocolate brown eyes and his tan, creamy skin, clean and clear. He was wearing jeans with black Nike sneakers and a black plaid shirt with its sleeves rolled up reaching his elbows. He looked like a model that could belong on a cover of any magazine around the world.

As he straightened his posture, as if he was ready to walk away, his eyes met mine for a tiny second. Then he looked away from me and continued to look away as he walked right by me and his shoulder softly brushed against mine. I felt myself trembling at the sudden touch.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt sick to my stomach again.

"Holly, are you okay?" Katie asked me looking at me, panicking.

"Yeah, I think so..." I started to say assuring that I was okay even though I wasn't. But I felt like I was about to throw up. I ran into the restroom which was across from me, got into a stall and actually did throw up into the toilet.

After I was done and feeling breathless, I heard Katie from outside the bathroom stall. "Holly, what's wrong?"

I opened my mouth to answer but I shut it as I felt my head going around in circles and started to see double. I lay my head against the white wall and closed my eyes wishing that whatever was happening to me would go away.

"Is it cramps?" She asked wanting to know.

All of the sudden something hit me and I swung my eyes open. My monthly, friendly, painless period was late. I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.

In a shaky voice I said, "No, but I wish it was."

"What did she say?" Asked the voice of my other best friend, Casey.

"I don't know. Holly, sweetie, do you want us to get anything for the pain?" Katie asked.

I licked my lips that suddenly went dry as I continued to count numbers in my head. But no matter how many times I counted, it was all the same. I was late.

"I'll be right out in a minute." I said to them moving my long brown hair out of my eyes. I stood up, trying my best to ignore my shaky legs and picked up my book bag from the floor. I flushed the toilet and opened the door.

I found my two best friends staring at me concerned. I walked toward the sink and washed my hands then my mouth, then my face wanting to wake up from this sudden nightmare. After I dried my hands and face, I turned to look at my friends.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah, I think it must have been something I ate this morning or something." I said trying my best to sound honest and I suddenly regretted it. Why was I lying? I have never lied to my friends before and now I was doing it because of something that I think might be true.

"Do you want to go to the nurse's office to get something for the stomach ache?" Casey asked.

I shook my head and moved my hair out of my eyes. "No, it's okay. I'll just let it pass."

"Are you sure?" Katie asked after a second of silence.

"Yeah."

"Oh, we'll see you at lunch then." Casey said with a wave as they both walked away.

I waved back at them and turned to look at myself in the mirror.

"Don't worry I won't ever hurt you. I promise." His sexy, deep voice resounded in my head.

I felt tears coming once more and they rolled down my face. My whole body trembled in fear and I gripped the sink in order not to fall with my shaky legs. But I ended up doing so anyway.

"Oh god...oh god, please help me. Please help me." I whispered to myself taking a hold of my silver cross necklace that I have worn since birth, laying my forehead on the sink as I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down.

The bell rang loudly through the halls and I immediately clean my tears away. I stood up and walked out of the bathroom toward the library, where I go to do work in advance since I had a free period today.

I sat down at my usual table by the window and took out my AP Calculus book and started to do the work that needs to be done by tomorrow.

As I write down equations, formulas, and solutions to the problems, I almost forgot about what was happening to me until a hand appeared on the table; a hand that I knew too well. I felt him lean closer to the side of my face before I actually heard him.

"Busy with work already, Holly?" Blake whispered into my left ear sending shivers up and down my spine.

I told myself to breathe since I was sniffing the sexy scent of his manly cologne; it made my mouth water.

"I like to work." I said honestly, trying my best to ignore him but it was impossible when his fingers slowly started to stroke mine. I tried to move away from him but he took a hold of my hand. "What do you want, Blake?" I asked wanting to know.

"I don't know. What do you think I want?" He whispered, but this time with a teasing tone in his voice as he started to lean his face closer toward mine.

"I wouldn't ask a question if I knew already the answer."

He chuckled at that but said nothing. Yet, I felt him lean even closer. I could his feel his breath against my cheek and it took all that I had to resist it.

"Please leave." I said, honestly wanting him to.

"Are you sure?" He asked as his nose stroked my cheek, then his lips softly, gently.

"Yes." I said positively, not wanting to give him the opportunity to try anything.

"Okay," he said and pulled away. "I hope that you feel better soon." He added then started to walk away.

I turned around immediately and looked at him walking away. How did he know? How did he know that there was something wrong?

Realizing that I was holding my breath, I breathed out as he turned around and looked back at me. He winked at me then walked out of the door.

"Oh god." I said turning around in my chair and rested my head down on my folded arms. He definitely knew something. Something that I was beginning to realize.

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I looked at the watch around my left wrist and it read 7:00 pm. I make sure that the bathroom door was locked and opened the bag of the item that I bought after school at the pharmacy. An item I wasn't looking forward to buy now.

I looked down at the pink box in my hands, First Response. I opened it with shaky fingers and followed the instructions that came with the box. I paced around back and forth until the results showed.

I had prayed, hoped and wished that I was wrong but when the results appeared, I immediately regretted seeing Blake Crawford that night.

+

Which mean positive.

"Oh, sweet baby Jesus." I whisper to myself with tears rolling down my cheeks. I took a few steps back and leaned against the wall behind me. I took deep breaths while closing my eyes tightly shut thinking that this was a nightmare. That I must have been dreaming. But when I open them again, I realize that it wasn't.

I was pregnant. I am pregnant. I was going to be a mother at 16 years old. What I was going to do now? I am pregnant with Blake Crawford's baby; the school's most known player. I felt myself sliding down against the wall and sit down on the white ceramic floor of the bathroom, my back against the wall.

The sudden knock on the door startled me.

"Honey, is everything okay?" My mother asked from the other side.

I took a deep breath to gather all my courage. "Yes, mom. Everything is okay."

"Okay. Dinner is ready."

"I'll be out in just a minute."

I waited for something else but all I could her was her footsteps walking away.

"Don't worry I won't ever hurt you. I promise. I promise that everything will be okay." His sexy, deep voice said resounding in my head once again for the second time that day. But all I think about now is wondering what I going to do.

I looked down at my flat stomach and lay my left hand unknowingly against my belly. There was life in there now.

"I don't know what I am going to do. But it will be okay. I promise." I whisper to it softly.