It had been three months. Three months since the night that we were together. The night he held me and told me it was going to be okay. My stomach bulged a little, and I would wake with horrible mood swings. Have you guess what happened those three months ago? Well if you haven't, here it goes.
I'm pregnant. 17 years old and pregnant with my boyfriend Fang's baby.
You are probably all freaked out, like 'Woah, wtf?' so I'll explain.
Let me take you back three months ago, thirteen weeks, 92 days, or 2208 hours (author- sorry if that's wrong I'm not the best at figuring that out)
(Max's POV)
All around me, pencils scraped paper, erasers skidded on papers, and chairs squeaked. My History teacher paced across the front of the room, scanning the students. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor, annoying me. I heard the soft beating of the rain against the window outside. I spared a longing glance outside, and then tried to concentrate on my paper.
Finally the bell rang, and I was out of that fricken classroom before the bell ended. I almost crashed into Iggy, who was walking down the hallway.
"Whatchit!" I muttered crossly, running my hand through my hair.
Iggy glared at me, and I frowned. "Uh, what?"
He grabbed my shoulders and shook me while saying (loudly), "I'M BLING I CAN'T 'WATCHIT!"
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I muttered. We walked down the hall until Nudge met up with us, followed by Fang.
Fang's arm draped on my shoulder and he looked down at me with those eyes. I couldn't stop staring into them.
"Hello? Earth to Max?" Nudge waved her hand in front of my face.
"Sorry. What?"
"Ugh. Who's in charge while you and Fang are out tonight?" She asked eagerly.
"Iggy, but if there are any bombs, don't worry your not going to be blamed." I glared at Iggy, who smirked. Stupid smirks (I really hate them)
Nudge sighed. "Fiiiine. But I never get to be in charge it's alwaaays Iggy and I would be like so much better like a mini-Max-mom-" Iggy came up behind her and put his hand over her mouth, kissing her ear. (They are together too)
"Well maybe you'll get to be in charge next time." I yawned and leaned on Fang, who grinned.
"You said that last time," Nudge whispered. Iggy murmured something in her ear and she giggled. I reaaally hoped it was age appropriate.
After everyone was home and I had Angel and Gazzy occupied, I went upstairs to shower and get ready for Fang and my special night.
I stripped and reached in the shower, turning on the water. I stepped in, loving the cool/warm water running down my body. I have always loved showers. They were so relaxing.
When I finished, I got dressed, pulling on a button up strapless black shirt (Nudge's choice, NOT MINE). I pulled up a short-ish white, layered mini skirt. I went over to the bathroom mirror and put on a light coat of charcoal eyeliner and light pink eye shadow.
I walked out of the bathroom and ran into Fang..literally. He looked cute in a button up thin black shirt (duh) and dark gray jeans. He looked me up and down. I folded my arms.
"What?" I asked, hoping that he wasn't going to critique me. He just grinned.
"You. Look. Hot." He said grinning. Then he shook his head. "No, no, you look better than hot. You look sexy. Really sexy." His eyes lingered on my chest and he licked his lips. I suppressed a groan.
"We should go." I said kinda loudly.
Fang smirked. "I agree."
