I woke up the next morning to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I couldn’t remember getting into the position I was into, which was wrapped in Alejandro’s arms on his bed. I tried to squirm out of his grip, but to no use; he wasn't letting me go. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone out of it. I put it up to my ear, answered it, and whispered, "Hello?"
"Heather! Where are you?"
Crap! It was my mother!
"What do you mean?"
I was hoping I could convince her that I was home.
"Don't play dumb with me. I know you never came home last night."
"I'm over at Sierra's," I lied. I still kept in touch with her (Though, I wouldn’t consider us friends.) so that was a plausible answer, "I spent the night."
“Tell me the next time you do something like that. Come home soon."
"Okay, see you soon."
"Bye."
"Bye," I hung up the phone and laid there.
I was about to drift back to sleep when I felt Alejandro kissing my neck. I rolled over to face him; I wanted those lips somewhere else. We lip-locked for probably about ten minutes without saying a word until it hit me: I was pregnant and it was all his fault for not bothering to use a condom. Oh, he was so dead.
I broke out of the kiss and glared at him, "This is all your fault."
"Huh?"
"Remember? I'm pregnant and it's all your fault!" I yelled.
He sat up and gave me a smirk, "It takes two to tango."
I stood up off of the bed, "I can't believe you. You're acting like a real jackass," I started to leave his bedroom, but he pulled me back onto the bed.
"You're going to hurt the baby," I snapped.
"I know you'll protect it well."
I slapped him across when I remembered again that I was angry at him, "I hate you right now."
"I know, and you're beautiful when you hate me."
"I'm going home," I started to get off of the bed again, but he pulled me back down…again.
"Stop doing that!"
I suddenly felt a wave of nausea and I ducked my head into the trash can. He was going to be dead as soon as I was done.
I was leaning over it with Alejandro holding my hair back--it had come undone from its usual ponytail sometime during the night--for at least ten minutes before the vomit stopped.
I loved him, but I was really beginning to hate him.
"Heather! Where are you?"
Crap! It was my mother!
"What do you mean?"
I was hoping I could convince her that I was home.
"Don't play dumb with me. I know you never came home last night."
"I'm over at Sierra's," I lied. I still kept in touch with her (Though, I wouldn’t consider us friends.) so that was a plausible answer, "I spent the night."
“Tell me the next time you do something like that. Come home soon."
"Okay, see you soon."
"Bye."
"Bye," I hung up the phone and laid there.
I was about to drift back to sleep when I felt Alejandro kissing my neck. I rolled over to face him; I wanted those lips somewhere else. We lip-locked for probably about ten minutes without saying a word until it hit me: I was pregnant and it was all his fault for not bothering to use a condom. Oh, he was so dead.
I broke out of the kiss and glared at him, "This is all your fault."
"Huh?"
"Remember? I'm pregnant and it's all your fault!" I yelled.
He sat up and gave me a smirk, "It takes two to tango."
I stood up off of the bed, "I can't believe you. You're acting like a real jackass," I started to leave his bedroom, but he pulled me back onto the bed.
"You're going to hurt the baby," I snapped.
"I know you'll protect it well."
I slapped him across when I remembered again that I was angry at him, "I hate you right now."
"I know, and you're beautiful when you hate me."
"I'm going home," I started to get off of the bed again, but he pulled me back down…again.
"Stop doing that!"
I suddenly felt a wave of nausea and I ducked my head into the trash can. He was going to be dead as soon as I was done.
I was leaning over it with Alejandro holding my hair back--it had come undone from its usual ponytail sometime during the night--for at least ten minutes before the vomit stopped.
I loved him, but I was really beginning to hate him.
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I, just a few hours ago, posted a letter telling people why Lolly4me2 and I quit fanpop. It was personal opinon and I said that people could post all the hate they wanted because they were onlt making me famous. Due to the immaturity of others they decided to report my opinon article. And in that article I said that I hate fights over peoples opinon. So I want to thanks everyone who posted hate to me because with every single comment you made me more famous. 8D I could honestly careless if you tried to hurt my feelings. To all of you who are thinking of posting hate to me. You cant crush me. ((^.^)) Because I know that I know that with my not caring it makes you more angry which then makes me laugh. Thank you for your time!
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