Greyson and I have been living together for a month now. I am 33 weeks pregnant and we have agreed to name our son Bentley Daniel May. Today, I woke up feeling unusually angry. I complained about my weight, the absence of cheesecake in the house (even though I despise cheesecake!), and Greyson's noisy chewing.Eventually, I impulsively left for Jessica's house without notifying her beforehand. I knew she would be home as she prefers staying in before making a grand entrance at the biggest party during Spring Break. Although she may be stuck up and conceited, she is still my best friend and I love her regardless.
Upon arriving at her large house, I entered just as I had done since elementary school. I greeted Jessica's maid before heading up to her room.
"Hey, is everything alright?" Jessica asked when I walked in. Curled up in bed with her laptop and a paused Netflix movie, she seemed concerned.
"I don't know!" I unintentionally raised my voice before quickly lowering it. "I just woke up feeling so mad today but I have nothing to be angry about."
She nodded understandingly. "Sounds like pregnancy hormones."
I stared at her, daring her to provoke me, but surprisingly she didn't. Instead, she handed me a slice of pizza. "Take a seat. I'm watching Keith. You can relax here for a while."
Appreciative, I accepted the pizza and sat on her bed. "Thanks."
"Are things okay with Greyson?" Jessica asked.
"Yeah, he's a great boyfriend. He's kind and understanding and he and Alex are getting along now. I don't want to have sex while I'm pregnant though."
"Did you express that to him?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No... But he hasn't even mentioned it." I admitted.
Jessica snorted. "That doesn't sound like Greyson. The first time I ever talked to him..." She halted upon noticing my expression. "Uh, never mind."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't know. He seems to be changing and he seems to care about us."
She smiled at me. "For your sake, I hope he is."
I didn't spend too much time at Jessica's and decided to head home that same night. I thought about Greyson for most of my time at home. I had ignored him for many years because he didn't seem like my type, but now I'm realizing how wrong I was.
He is sweet, funny, and great with kids and animals. Despite his struggles with dyslexia and anxiety in school, he has a passion for astrology. Beneath the tough bad boy exterior, there is so much more to him. I see an incredible man who has faced hardships, and I do not doubt that he will be a great father to our son.
Just minutes away from home, I decided to turn on the radio and play the baby Mozart CD my mom had bought last weekend when I lost control of the wheel. I heard the screeching of my car tires and another car honking as I tried, unsuccessfully, to grip the wheel. The last thing I remember is seeing bright lights and feeling intense pain in my head before everything went dark and cold.
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Knocked Up by the Bad Boy
Teen FictionMercedes, a regular 16-year-old girl, eagerly begins her junior year in high school, expecting excitement and surprises. She wants to go to parties, do well in school, and create special memories with her best friend, Alex. Greyson, on the other han...