It's Your Baby by Belén Domínguez (book recommendations for teens .TXT) 📕

“What was that about?” he asked.

“Haven't you heard the rumor? Well, is not a rumor, is actually the truth. . .I just–I just don't know why she humiliated me like that” I said as more tears kept rolling down my cheeks.

“That was true?” he asked. “You're actually pregnant?”

I nodded. “Go ahead, laugh, make fun of me, throw me a rock, I supposedly deserve it” I said.

“Gwen” he started while holding my hand, staring down at me, with his brown and beautiful eyes. “Nobody deserves to be treated that way. Pregnant or not. . .I won't make fun of you. Things like this happen. It’s okay” he said and hugged me. When we pulled away, he smiled sweetly at me.

“Do you want me to give you a ride to your house?” he asked. I nodded and he grabbed my hand, leading me to his car. I gave him my address and he started the engine, going out of the School's parking lot. The whole ride was silent, which I was very thankful for. I feel like if I speak, I would start crying. I knew that they would figure out sooner or later, I mean. . .My bump keeps getting bigger every day that passes. But I thought they would just let it go, I didn't know someone like Meredith would do something like this in front everyone. Now, the people who didn't know, already know, and the ones who heard the rumor, now confirmed it.

I am indeed pregnant. . .

• • •

When we got to my house, we didn't get out just yet. I tilt my head sideways and saw Austin staring at me, smiling. 

“I might be looking like such a mess” I chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

“Nah, I think the pasta makes your eyes pop” he said jokingly, and that alone made me laugh, and it felt so good. “You have a beautiful laugh" he complimented, making me blush.

He started to lean in, until he reached my lips. And I don't know why but. . .I didn't stop him. He placed his hand on my thigh, sending me shivers since his hand was cold and I was wearing shorts. I caressed his cheek, but it didn't feel the same, nothing did. I don't know why I was kissing him in the first place. I just felt so desperate and lonely, and he was there, he didn't judge me, he was there. . .But that doesn't mean I have to kiss him. So I pulled away and looked at my fingers.

“I'm sorry, I just. . .I shouldn't have done that” he said, scratching the back of his head. I nodded and then met his gaze.

“I just. . .I like someone else” I admitted and he looked embarrassed for just a second. I placed my hand on his knee. “Thank you so much for not laughing at me, you're such a nice guy and I barely know you. But I know we can be great friends. . .But that's just if you're okay with it”

“Of course, look. . .I don't know why, but I just want to make you happy. So if being friends make you happy, then let's be friends" he said.

“Thank you, Austin” I said and got out. With one last wave at him, I got inside my house. I went directly to my shower, and didn't got out, even when I finished taking all that stuff out of my head and body. I was just so thoughtful and leaned my back in the wall, the water hitting my head. I closed my eyes briefly and caressed my growing bump.

When I got out, I dried my hair and then my body. I stared at myself in the mirror one second and tried to smile, but it was impossible. I had no strength or capacity of smiling in that situation. I'm scared of assisting school tomorrow. I will just tell mom to please let me stay, at least for one day. I just don't want to face all those people that are more against me than with me.

I put on a grey, loose shirt, so my stomach can breathe, I put on some yoga pants, and slippers. I untangled my wet hair and then braided it. I went to the fridge and stuffed my face with chocolate ice cream, I started watching Netflix, lying on the couch, my computer placed on top of the coffee table. Thank God, today they didn't assign any homework, I'm not in the mood to do that right now.

By the second movie, my eyelids got heavy until I couldn't hold it anymore and just closed them. I've been so tired lately and I just don't want to think anymore, I want to just sleep and not worry with all these amount of stuff that are suddenly part of my life.

“Gwen” I heard someone whispering my name and shaking me slightly. I groaned and tried to ignore it. “Gwen, wake up” the voice kept calling me. I opened one eye vaguely, just to see that it was Alec.

“What?” I groaned and closed my eyes again.

“Why don't you go to your bed?” he asked.

“Because I don't want to!” I snapped raising my voice and opening my eyes abruptly. I don't know what was that about, why was I in a bad mood? “Sorry” I apologized and then rubbed my forehead. “I don't know what was that. . .I guess I'm just very tired”

“Hey, umm. . .Dani told me what happened today” he said and hugged me. “Are you okay?”

“I really want to say yes” I said while pulling away from him. “But I'm not okay. . .Everyone knows, Alec. Everyone laughed at me, I just. . .I was alone and Dani tried to defend me, but shouldn't have. I should've been able to speak out, but I couldn't”

“Gwen, is alright. . .I'll tell mom and dad not to send you to school tomorrow, okay?” he said and kissed my cheek. I nodded and muttered a ‘thank you’. I sat back down at the couch and put a strand of hair behind my ear.

“If you need me, I'll be upstairs, okay? I have some homework to do” he said. I nodded and smiled. I let go a heavy sigh and lied back, staring at the ceiling, just thinking. . .About what? About everything. Finn, school, my family, this baby. . .Everything.

Gwen's P.O.V

The next day, I didn't assist school, which was good. Facing all those people is not something I really wanted to do at the moment; but I know I'll have to do it in some point. I just wish I didn't have to. . .

I stayed half of the morning in bed, staring at the ceiling. I grabbed my phone and scrolled down through twitter, just to kill time. I saw some videos of Finn on YouTube, and he is indeed pretty funny, so are his friends. Plus, they all are good looking. No wonder every girl dies for them. . .And that Shawn kid has a beautiful voice, I kind of like it. Well, I like it a lot. I've been I don't know how long here in bed, and I've listened to his songs like a million times; they're very catchy and his voice is very melodic.

When I gained strength to get out of bed, I placed my phone on top of my nightstand, and rubbed at my sleepy eyes. I yawned and then walked to the bathroom. Once I finished, I untangled my hair and decided to let it loose. I put on a very loose pastel pink dress, and wanted to look nice, so I applied light make up. Once done, I walked to my bedroom and grabbed my phone, to text Dani and see how's everything. Then I walked downstairs with a roaring stomach.

I just need coffee. . .I needed some caffeine to get through the day. So the first thing I did once I reached the kitchen was making myself some delicious coffee. While turning on the coffee machine, I saw one of the many notes of my parents saying they went to work. I shrugged it off, I was used to it, but my mom told me they would make some time in their tight agenda to spend time with us a.k.a their children. But I understand that their job is making them truly busy, and thanks to them, we have a proper house, food on our plates, and a roof on top of our heads. I will always love them, no matter their jobs. My mom is a reporter, and my dad is a doctor.

When my coffee was ready I took a sip and instantly felt much better. I ate some pancakes and then sat down at the kitchen table, sipping on my coffee, until something caught my attention. . .It was a pamphlet? I placed my coffee mug down and then grabbed the piece of paper.

“MooseHeart, Chicago's most prestigious Maternity Home for Teen Moms”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I started reading what's inside. To say I was shocked was the biggest understatement of my entire life. A maternity home? For teen moms? I didn't had to be so smart to know they referred to me. They want to send me away to Chicago?

What. The. Hell!?

I don't how I feel right now. . .I feel sad, angry, heavyhearted, I want to puke, I want to punch someone in the face. And I can't ask my brother about this since he's in College right now. I just want to get out of here, I feel like this walls are closing in on me. I stood up from the chair, finished my coffee, put my empty plate and coffee mug in the sink, and then went upstairs quickly to brush my teeth. Once done, I went downstairs and put a note in the fridge saying 'I need fresh air'. I grabbed my purse and then, I was out the door, not once looking back. I knew where I wanted to go, and if my parents or Alec figure it out, I'm sure they would ground me for life.

• • •

I checked Finn's address once more on my phone, and stood outside a very decent looking apartment. It was all painted in white, with huge windows, and a big terrace, with different plants and flowers in each one. I asked the receptionist