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KNOCKED UP AT SEVENTEEN
PROLOGUE
The little plastic stick had two lines. What did that mean again, I thought. Quickly I dug through the trash and uncovered the box along with the instructions. Scanning over the information my eyes widened in horror. Oh God this was not happening to me. Damn it to hell! I threw the box, and instructions in the trash and grabbed the plastic stick. Seth, I had to talk to Seth.
I ran down the hall, grabbing my cell on the way to my bedroom. I pressed down the number 2 until it dialed. After several rings, "Hello?"
"Seth, oh my god, Seth, get over here please, I need you!" I said out of breath into the phone.
"Okay, calm down, I'm on my way," he said, and then there was a dial tone.
I tried to take deep breaths as the information set in. This was not good. That bastard had broken up with me for another woman. And of all other women in the entire world. Rachel Black! I hated her. She took him away from me. I tried to get myself back under control. I was hyperventilating I think. My breaths were coming in short spurts.
I heard the front door open and then close, along with heavy steps. Seth had arrived. My bedroom door opened, and in the door frame stood Seth. He wore nothing but a pair of cargo shorts. I sighed. Seth was my best friend, and in the five years I'd known him he'd grown into himself. No longer tall and gangly, but muscular and defined.
"Cassie?" he asked. His voice sweet as always. I sniffed and looked up at him. My dark brown eyes, filling with tears, as I handed him the stick. "No way.." He began then stopped. I nodded, and another burst of tears flooded over me. Seth sat down on the bed next to me, pulling me in his arms and rocking me as I cried. "Oh, honey.." he soothed, running his hand up and down my back.
"Seth…." I started. He sat up pulling me with him, from where we'd been laying in my bed. "Please don't tell him," I whispered. He pulled my chin up with his finger. I stared into his chocolate brown eyes.
"You know I don't have a choice, I'll try my best, but it's hard," he said softly. Pulling me into a hug, I felt him sigh against me.
"I know.." I said softly.
" I hate him for this,"
"It's really not his fault," I sighed, pulling away from him. Seth stared at me.
Seth and I had been best friends since high school. We'd been so close that I had figured out his secret within a few weeks. We'd told everything to each other ever since. He had explained to me that dating one of his brothers was dangerous, his sister Leah was the prime example of that. I knew the risk, but I fell for Paul anyway. And now look at me.
Knocked up at seventeen.
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