made your decision and you will stick by

it. Screw everyone else. Its your baby

not theirs so let them tall their shit they'll

get over it, you'll lose your position as

queen but its not as bad as losing your

baby and besides you'll get it back once

The baby's born" when he was done i was

smiling and hugged him tight.

He helped me get up and we were walking

down the hallway hand in hand.

"so did you think about it? I know this isnt

a good time"i smirked and nodded

"and?" he asked excitedly

"yes Justin i'll be your girlfriend" i rolled my

eyes. We stopped walking and He pulled me closer to him

He leaned forward and brought his lips into

mine. My hands went around his neck and

his around my waist as our tounges danced

together. Damn he felt so good. We pulled

apart as the bell rang. Shit.

I must be looking horrible after all that crying

but nothing a little make-up cant fix. People were

coming out of classes. Some giving us stares

"i'll see you later" i said before kissing his cheek

and leaving for the bathroom.

BREE's POV:

What the fuck was wrong with Kylie? I sighed

as she ran away and Justin followed her. The

plan was so fucking simple but she had to

get scared. Anyway i had to fix this.there was no way

i was going to loose our positions as queens

"follow my lead" i quietly told the girls before

walking over to Chelsea. Id done this before but

not without kylie. I took a deep breath and

calmly approached her with a smile

"Chelsea when are you ever going to realise

you're a nobody in this school. Just a pathetic

excuse of a girl with a cheap manicure. No

matter how many times you dye your hair

blond" i said as i lifted a few strands of

her hair before releasing them "you'll always

be the dumb brunette that cant climb the

social ladder. You know what Chels, maybe

you can try losing a couple of pounds. Maybe

then you'll climb the ladder of popularity"

The room exploaded with laughter and I

smiled satisfied waiting for her comeback.

She folded her arms"Just look at yourself

Bree, standing up for that Bitch when she

doesnt give a fuck about you or her

minions. You are the pathetic one. Dissing

me wont change the fact that Kylie is pregnant

and all your minions are going to fall down

the popularity ladder because lets face it

Bree, no-one wants to follow the pregnant

girl" we all laughed at her even though her

words stung me.

"you are so fucking retarded Chelsea, that's

extreem even for you. Do you honestly think

she's pregnant" more and more people

started laughing

"no matter how many lies you make up

chelsea, you will never be queen" i flipped

my hair back and walked away with the

girls. I heared comments like "is she that desperate"

and "thats low even for Chelsea" others

stuck to chelsea's side.

I walked into the girls bathroom and found

Kylie applying foundation

i was really mad at her.

"What the fuck is wrong with you. You just

left me there all by myself" i checked all the

stalls to make sure they were empty

"i'm sorry i just,..panicked" she sighed

i rolled my eyes "spare me kylie since when

were you scared of Chelsea?"

"lets just forget about that. Anyway what

happened?"

"i saved your ass thats what happened"

"did it work"

"yeah.i guess" i smiled slightly"but i can't

go on like this kylie. You have to fix this"

"how?"

"i think you know how"

"im not aborting Bree" grr what was wrong

with her "cant you see what its doing to us?"

"i dont care anymore" "Kylie you dont even

know who the father is.

"Bree" she began calmly "try to understand"

"no. I cant kylie. Not this time. Choose

You either loose the baby, or your bestfriend"

"B, you cant be serious"

what was i supposed to do? She had left

me no other choice.

"This time kylie, i am" i walked out and

slammed the door

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