I looked down at the stick in my hands. The two pink lines were screaming in my face 'you're pregnant!!'.
What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to terminate it, put it up for adoption, or have the baby and raise it? I'm just so confused. I'm a pregnant fifteen year old.
What will the girls at school think? It's bad enough that I'm a pregnant cheerleading Capitan! The popular girls will kick me out of the group. When school starts, I'm in for it.
I don't think that the cheerleading uniform will fit me if I'm fat…
Not the problem here! Focus!
Tears streamed down my cheeks and my stomach did a flip. I turned to the toilet and let out my lunch.
I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and my phone went off.
I'm slipping into the lava
And I'm trying to keep from going under
Baby you turned the temperature hotter
Cause I'm burning up, burning up
For you baby
I clicked on the green phone icon and said, "Hello?"
"Shelby, it's Nick. We need to talk." Nick said, from the other line.
My name is Shelby and yes, I'm dating Nick's brother- Joe. But, we've never done "it". What am I supposed to do? Joe's not the father, but I don't know who is.
Maybe I could trust Nick, I needed to tell somebody.
"Hey, can we meet at the park?" I asked.
"Sure, I was just going to suggest that." Nick said.
"Bye."
"Bye."
I clicked on the red phone icon and put the phone on the floor.
"What am I going to do?" I said to myself.
My parents were at work and my brother was at a friend's house.
I put the pregnancy test and its box in a bag and got my sweater. I was getting chills because my room was so cold.
I walked down the street and put the bag in a trash can. This way, nobody would know it was mine. Besides, who digs through the trash.
We had all been out of school for a month. A month before school got out, Nick took me to one of his old friend's party. Joe couldn't go because he had something important to do or something. I don't know.
I saw Nick sitting on a bench with his hands folder and his head hanging.
"Hey." I said quietly, sitting down next to him.
"Shelby, there's something that's been bugging me like crazy and I can't stand it anymore. Do you remember Daniel's party, when you woke up in a bed without anyone there?"
I didn't like where this was going.
"Yea."
"Well, someone had spiked the drinks the night before and we kind of, well…. Uh.. we kind of…."
"Nick, are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked, almost in tears.


"That we slept together?"
"Yea."
Oh my gosh, Nick's the father.
I broke out into tears.
"Shelby, oh my gosh. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
"It's not completely that, it's that… oh my gosh."
I leaned against him and let out twice as many tears.
"Shelby, what are you trying to say... you're not, well… you know, are you?" he asked, concerned.
"Yea, I am. Nick, I'm pregnant with your baby." I said, sobbing.
Now, the mood swings were kicking in.
"I hate you!" I yelled, ripping off my purity ring and throwing it at him. The shiny gold metal with silver engraving that read 'Forever Strong' hit his head and bounced to the floor. I got up and ran out of the park, down the street, and to my house.
My mother and father were sitting in the living room.
"Mom… dad… I need to tell you something." I said, trying my hardest not to cry more.
"What's wrong sweetheart?" My mom asked, leaning forward.
"I'm pregnant." I mumbled.
"What?" My mom asked.
"I'm pregnant." I said, a little louder.
"Sweetheart, speak up." My dad said.
"I'm pregnant." I said, loud enough for them to hear.
My mom looked at the floor and my dad started to turn red.
"Shelby, we got you that ring for a reason!" He yelled.
"Dad, let me explain-"
"I don't want to hear it! As long as you went against your promise, you wont live in this house. You have 10 minutes to pack your bags and get out." He yelled.
"But dad-"
"Now!"
I cried and ran upstairs. I packed my bags and was out in five minutes.
I didn't even look back, just left and went down the street.
I knocked on the Jonas' door and Denise answered.
"Nick told me." She said, consolingly.
"Can I stay here? My parents kicked me out."
"Yea, of course. But, just so you know, Joe overheard us and won't come out of his and Nick's room. They won't talk to each other. Well, more like Joe won't talk to Nick."
"Thank you."
"Kevin, help Shelby with her bags. Bring them up to the guest room."
"Yes mom." Kevin got up off of the couch and hugged me. He took one of my bags and walked me up to the guest room.
"I heard."
"Who hasn't?" I mumbled.
"Huh?"
"Nothing."


"I'll unpack, I think you should talk to Joe." Kevin said.
"I can unpack, you don't have to."
"No, I want to, just go talk to Joe."
"Okay, thanks Kevin."
I hugged him one last time and walked down the hall.
Would understand?