Just a Seddie fic I thought up. I liked the idea so I wrote it down. Now I want to know if you like it, too.

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Freddie was the only one who knew the whole story. He was the only one who I had confided to about the situation, the only one who could possibly walk up to Jonah and tell him never to mess with Samantha Puckett again. He said that he wouldn't do it, because he didn't want to. But I knew he did.

Trust me when I say teen pregnancy isn't nice. I know what I'm talking about. You wouldn't believe it if I told you, but I'm pregnant.

It was all Jonah's fault.

I didn't want to. I had tried so hard to pull away. I even told him that I didn't want to.

But he'd done it anyway.

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, feeling my stomach. I was over at Freddie's apartment, where he and his mom were caring for me as I was in my current position. I take back all the mean things I've ever said about Mrs. Benson. She was there for me when my own mother was too busy fucking some other guy to care.

"Max, you're almost due," I murmured, as Freddie entered the room.

"Max?" he whispered. I nodded.

"If it's a girl, Maxine." Freddie smiled slightly.

"That kid's going to be beautiful."

"Not if it looks anything like Jonah." Freddie couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"It won't." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"How do you know?" He stared at me, right in the eye. I didn't look away.

"I just know these things." Freddie leaned closer to me, kissing me on the cheek. When he was done he whispered, "I love you Sam."

"I love you too, Freddie. And I'm sorry about the whole Jonah thing." Freddie's smile faded almost immediately.

"Can we please not talk about that?"

"Sorry. I just feel so ... so dirty." Freddie kissed me again.

"I feel dirty too. About the Valerie th -" I interrupted him.

"Don't talk about it." Freddie nodded and glanced over at my swollen tummy. He was about to say something when somebody walked right into the apartment (nobody had bothered to close the door), pulled me up by the arm and punched my face. I went to the ground; not because I was hurt, but because I was shocked. It didn't take me long to figure out who it was, though.

Valerie.

"Leave her alone!" cried Freddie angrily.

"I don't have to," replied Valerie, punching me again.

"She's pregnant!" Valerie gave Freddie an amused look.

"I realized." She punched me about three times and began to strangle me.

"Get off of her!" yelled Freddie. "You bitch!" He tried to lift Valerie off of me as I chocked, gasping for breath as soon as her grip loosened. As soon as that happened, though, she would tighten up on my throat again.

"Let go of me, Freddie!" I saw Valerie's foot connect with Freddie's bottom jaw.

"God, Valerie!"

I took advantage of her singling out Freddie to kick her knee, making her trip on top of me.

Oh, hell, that chick weighed a lot.

"Get off of my frickin' girlfriend!" Freddie managed to lift up Valerie and get her to the ground, spitting at her face as he stood up.

"I hate you," hissed Valerie.

"Good to know."

"I thought you were on the good side."

"I am. With my girlfriend." Valerie laughed cruelly as I began to stand. I was a little dizzy but tried to ignore it.

"Sam's not on the 'good side'," she sneered. "That mutt's involved in teenage pregnancy. Without you. She cheated on you, Freddie. She's not on the good side if she's doing something like that. She's just a -"

"She got raped!" Freddie was breathing heavily.

"Whatever," snapped Valerie, walking away. "I don't really care about what you think happened, Benson. I only care for the truth. Right, pregnant little r -" Before she could continue, I stormed right up to her and punched her in the nose. She shook her head at me, flashed a smile at Freddie and went off.

"Thank God she's gone," murmured Freddie.

I agreed.

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Of course, there is a beginning to this story. All stories have beginnings, which are the hardest parts to tell, in my opinion. I'll try my hardest to tell this story, but I'm not too sure if I'll be very good at it.

Here's that summary that you're supposed to have, though: I, Sam Puckett, seventeen years old, got pregnant. Go on and gasp, tell your kids I'm not a good role model, yada, yada, yada... Whatever you do, I really don't care. I didn't do it on purpose. A dude called Jonah Parker decided to go on and rape me, so he did. All the while, as I've been going on this "journey", as some call it, I've been relying on my boyfriend Freddie Benson, his mother, my best friend Carly Shay and her older brother Spencer to help me.

Let me tell you, they're doing a good job.

Like I said, this story has a beginning. Let me take you there...

...Right after I have some ham. I'm really hungry.

Come to think of it, I always am.

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Done! I hope you liked it; tell me how you think about the story. I really wanna know what you think.