(A/N: I got it from LaPaige's story "20 Things." She's an awesome writer, you should go check her out. :D)
17. I am not allowed to phone Caitlyn's parents and say that their daughter is pregnant because they will believe me.
I bet you're wondering how I got here.
How did we get here? I used to know you soooo well.
No, just kidding.
Currently, Shane effing Gray is chasing me around the camp.
Why? Because he is an effing pervert.
A perverted asshole, at that.
Guess what he did. Just guess.
"Hey, Mr. Gellar? It's Shane. Shane Gray?" He paused. I gave him a suspicious look at first. "Yeah, that's me! Hi. Uh, I have some news about your daughter." He smirked. I gasped.
"No! Shane, don't you dare!" I cried, clawing at him, attempting to grab the phone.
"Hm? Oh, she doesn't want you to know yet."
"No!"
"Know what? Oh, she's-"
"Shane!"
"Pregnant." He clicked it over to speaker.
"WHAT?!" I heard him roar. I flinched. "Caitlyn Marie Gellar, how could you?!" He yelled.
"I didn't! He's lying!"
"Am not."
"Shut up, Shane!"
"Do you even know who the father is?"
"Nope. She came crying to me."
"I hate you, Shane!"
"Aw. I love you, too!"
"I can't believe this!" It fell out with mumbling and my mom's voice filled the line.
"Is this true, Caitlyn?"
"No! He's lying!"
"I wouldn't lie about something like this." He smiled. I growled. "We'll have to call you back." Click.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!" I screamed, stomping toward him. "I'm not pregnant, you asshole!"
"Do you want to be?" He cocked an eyebrow.
"Excuse me?" He took my hands in his.
"Caitlyn Gellar, will you have my children?" I stared blankly. Then pulled my hands away in disgust.
"No!"
"Why not?" He said, advancing toward me.
"I'm 17, you pig! Get away from me, Shane, or I'll...I'll..." I backed up, a menacing scowl on my face.
"You'll..?" He smirked, eyes laughing.
"Steal all your hair products!" I said. "Again!"
"I'm not falling for that a second time." He rolled his eyes. I made a run for the door. "Cait-lyn!" He whined, chasing after me.
So, there you go.
That's how I ended up in this lovely position - because Shane broke one of his rules. Asshole.
I've been running from him for the last, hm, 10 minutes? We've been going in circles. I decided to break the shape and head for my (most likely) empty cabin.
I was right. It was empty. Lucky for Shane, horrible for me.
Noe one to save me - no one to get him off me.
I thought the offer was a joke.
I was wrong.
Just wait until I make him call my parents when I really do turn out to be pregnant.
Just. Freaking. Wait.