Elizabeth's POV
"There's no way," I whisper as I keep staring at the pregnancy test.
"Oh my God," Tiffany stands next to me and stares at it, as well.
"I don't even remember him cumming in me," I finally look over at her. A tear runs down my face and I wipe it away instantly.
"Pre," she says, "that's probably why."
"Tiffany, what am I going to tell him?" I frown, "We're not ready to be parents. I can't believe I was so fucking stupid. My mom is probably going to kick me out of the house. This baby won't let me finish high school and I'm going to be a fucking drop out. I cannot be a drop out, Tiffany! I can't!"
"Calm down," she puts her hands on my shoulders, "if you don't want to have a baby then just abort it."
"No," I shake my head, "I can't just kill the poor thing. What fault does the little bean have?"
"I'm sorry, you're right," she nods, "you can also put it up for adoption."
"This is too much to think about," I sigh as I sit down on her bed.
"You have a lot to think about, but whatever you decide, I'll support you one hundred percent," she says as she sits down next to me.
"Thanks Tiff," I smile at her, "please don't tell anyone. I need to talk to Francisco first. Don't even tell Quade."
"Of course I'm not going to talk to that big mouth," she shakes her head, "he's the one that told me about you and Francisco."
"I know, guys gossip more than we do," I chuckle.
"Where's the lie there?" She laughs along with me.
After spending the rest of the day with Tiffany, Lucas picks me up at her house with Zoey and they drop me off at my house. I go into my bedroom and take my bra off, wanting to throw it out the window but it ends up hanging on my curtain. I throw myself on my bed and sob for about two hours until I completely knock out.
My alarm wakes me up at six in the morning. I struggle to get up after fifteen minutes. When I sit up, I feel my mouth fill with saliva so I run to the restroom and throw up. I groan as I sit down on the floor and flush the toilet.
"Elizabeth?" Richard says softly as he steps into the restroom.
"Hi, I'm sorry," I groan as I stand up and grab the Febreze from the bottom cabinet. I spray the restroom and accidentally spray Richard's suit. "Shit, I'm sorry."
"It's fine," he shakes his head with a smile, "what's wrong?"
"I didn't eat last night," I shrug it off as I grab the mouthwash and open it. I'm not completely lying. I'm throwing up because's I'm pregnant but I didn't eat last night.
"Would you like me buy you breakfast?" He asks as he leans on the doorframe.
"I don't want you to be late for work," I shake my head.
"I don't go in until ten," he shrugs.
"Then why are you in your suit already?" I laugh.
"Because your mom loves me in suits," he smiles cheekily as he stares at himself in the mirror.
"I think she loves you either way," I smile up at him.
"Yeah," he looks down at me. "Get ready then we'll head out."
"Fine," I say as he walks out of the restroom and I lock the door behind him.
After my shower, I get dressed in a black long sleeve shirt and my light blue jean shorts. I slide on my black tube socks and put on my black docs. I run my hands through my hair as I walk back to the restroom and brush my teeth. I grab my purse and head downstairs.
"I'm ready Richard!" I call out.
He walks down the stairs in light blue jeans and a white collared shirt.
"Why didn't you leave the suit on?" I ask.
"I don't want to risk getting it dirty before work," he says as he grabs his keys from the coffee table and we walk out.
We end up going to IHop, which is my favorite restaurant to eat breakfast, and apparently Richard's as well. It's not as full as I anticipated it to be, which is good because I'm starving.
I finished my two pancakes first and now I'm eating my eggs and hash browns with bacon. I take a sip of my pink lemonade and watch as Richard stares at me with a serious look on his face.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Elizabeth," he says softly as he reaches out to grab my hand and I let him. "I need to talk to you about something."
"Go on," I give him my full attention as I push my drink to the side.
"I'm not the type to talk so much and avoid the subject, you know? I like to just get straight to the point instead of talking and talking and talk-" I interrupt him.
"Richard, stop," I laugh, "that's what you're doing."
"Right," he chuckles, "I love your mother so much."
"I know," I nod, "you practically live with us, I don't know when you're going to officially move in."
"I already did," he shrugs. "You're just never home."
"You're absolutely right," I giggle, "I need to be home more often."
"There's something else," he says, placing his other hand on top of mine.
"What is it?" I ask, as I stare directly into his blue bright eyes, feeling my heart jump out of my chest.
"I want to ask your mother to marry me," his eyes soften and I feel like jumping out of my chair and dancing on the table but one, I don't want to get kicked out and two, I'm frozen in my seat because I'm so shocked.
"That's amazing," I smile, "but you don't need to ask for my permission."
"I wasn't," he says as he lets go of my hand, "I was letting you know."
"Okay sir," I laugh as he chuckles, looking down at his food.
Quade's POV
Tiffany is on my right and Francisco is on my left. Next to Tiffany is Brooke and in front of Brooke is Ian. We came to Saturday school to make up late assignments because next week is the last week of school. I pick up my apple from the table as the girls giggle about some video they saw on Twitter. Ian is doing his homework and Francisco has his head down, with earbuds in.
"Have you told him?" Brooke tries to whisper to Tiffany but we all heard her. I turn to look at them and both of them are staring at me.
"Tell me what?" I ask.
"There's something I need to tell you," Tiffany says as she leans in closer to me.
"What?" I ask, feeling a little uncomfortable.
"I don't care if your friends know because I'm happy about this," she says, looking at Francisco and Ian. Ian looks up at her and puts his pencil down as Francisco sits up, taking his earbuds out.
"If it's something about me, I'd rather you not," I shake my head.
"It's okay, we already know you got a peanut," Ian says, indicating that my dick is small BUT ITS NOT.
"I'll have you know, he doesn't," Tiffany smiles, "he leaves me sore for days."
"Alright that's enough," I try hiding my face with one hand as I shove her face with the other.
"Actually, I was going to say that I took a pregnancy test," she nods, as she looks into my eyes.
I don't even know what to think.
"A pregnancy test?"
"Yup."
"And what . . . was the result?" I'm kind of scared to hear her response.
"Fuck that," Ian shakes his head.
"I'm not," she smiles.
I let out a heavy ass breath and break into a chuckle.
"Good, I'm not ready to wake up in the middle of the night and change diapers," I look away from her and bite into my apple.
"I think having kids at this age is stupid," Ian says.
"Wasn't your mom a teen mom?" Tiffany stands from her seat, "No wonder you turned out the way you did."
"What the fuck?" Ian glares at her. "Yo, get your bitch man."
"Fuck you, bastard," I toss my apple at him.
I stand up from my seat and walk away with Tiffany.
"Tiffany, why would you say that?" I scoff as we sit in a bench by the office building.
"You were just defending me, now you're on his side?" She crosses her arms in front of her chest.
"I have to defend you from everybody!" I shout. "You're my girl. I can't have you arguing with my stupid ass friends."
"Then whose side are you on?" She glares.
"Neither," I shake my head, "you were wrong for what you said but he was wrong for calling you a bitch. You need to apologize because he was only speaking his mind. Freedom of speech, Tiff."
"Fuck that," she throws her hand in the air, "I'm not apologizing."
"Why are you even mad for what he said?" I scoff. "Are you pregnant?"
"No," she shakes her head, "but Elizabeth is."
"What?" My eyes widen in shock.
"You can't tell anybody," she jumps to her feet as she points at my me.
"Does Francisco know?" I ask.
"NO!" She yells. "She's going to tell him so keep your mouth shut."
"Yes ma'am," I nod.
What the fuck is Francisco going to do now?
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Author's Note: gosh dammit. I post so fucking slow. I'm so sorry, I don't do it on purpose!!!!!
- Bobbiewrites
p.s. what the hell we gon' do now?