I'm Not Weird, I'm Unique (ON HOLD)

I'm Not Weird, I'm Unique (Chapter 8)

I looked at her for a second.

“I know how last month when you where ‘sick’,” She put air quotes around ‘sick’, “You had actually gotten suspended for two days because you got into a fight.”

“How did you know that?” I asked her, no one knew that.

“I have my ways. Now, spill,” Katie demanded.

“Okay, if I tell you, you cannot tell anyone. Not mom, not dad, not Cam, not even Julie,” I told her. Julie is my sister’s best friend; they tell each other literally everything.

“I won’t. I promise,” She held out her pinky. I linked my finger with hers and held it there.

“Okay, you can’t break a pinky promise,” I told her. Pinky promises have always been our thing.

“I won’t, I won’t! Just tell me,” Katie whined.

“Fine.”

She crossed her legs and put her hands in her lap; her attention was on me.

“Well, I went over to Skylar’s house today to break up with her. I didn’t think things were going very well anymore, and I think I like Kaylee more,” I started.

She nodded.

“And so when I broke up with Skylar, she burst into tears. And then…she told me she was pregnant,” I let the rest come out.

“Nicholas! You got Skyl—“I slammed my hand over her mouth, “lar pregnnuuhtt?” She talked through my hand.

“Shut up, if mom and dad find out, they’re going to kill me. That’s what I was going to tell them earlier, but that damn baby started crying,” I told her.

“Look, Nicholas, mom and dad may be super pissed at you, and possibly disown you,” She joked, “but I’ll be there for you when you and Skylar have the baby,” She told me.

“Thanks, Kate. That means a lot,” I said, hugging her.

“And anyways, it better be a girl. I’m tired of living with boys. You and Cam? That’s too many guys. And I’d teach her to be just like me,” She said proudly.

“If my daughter acts anything like you, I’m going to have to kill myself,” I joked with her.

KAYLEE’S POV

I got off the phone with Nick and just sat there in pure shock. Skylar is pregnant? I can’t help but feel sorry for her, I mean, being sixteen, in school, and pregnant, that must suck. I could never imagine. I want to try and let her know that I’m going to try and help her out, even if she totally hates me.

     I have more important things to do right now, though. I have to call up my best friend, Cassidy and ask her when she wants to come to San Francisco to see my house for the first time. I hadn’t seen her since the day I left to come here. She waited in my yard with her parents when I drove away. I have only lived here for about three weeks, but three weeks without talking to your best friend is hard.

I dialed her number and waited, “Hello?” She answered.

“Oh hi,” I said, trying not to laugh. I wanted her to figure out it was me.

“Kaylee!” She screamed into the phone.

“Hey! How have you been?” I asked her, I was overjoyed to hear from her.

“So bored, I miss you so much. But I want to come and see you, soon!” She told me, I could hear the excitement in her voice.

“Of course. You could come down for my birthday?” I suggested.