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I did tell Mitch. He was fine with it. Actually he was pretty excited. "Did you tell your mom yet?" he asked me. We were in his room and I was on his laptop.

"No, not yet," I said. "I'm waiting till it's too late."

"Too late for what?" Mitch asked curiously.

"Too late to get an abortion," I replied casually. "Hey what do you think about the name Makayla if it's a girl?"

"Nice. But you really want to keep it?"

"Of course! Why wouldn't I? This is going to be our baby."

"I don't know if we can handle it-."

"But you're graduating this year," I told him. "So you can get a job or something."

"But I wanted to go to college."

I looked up from the laptop. "So you think I should get an abortion?"

"No," Mitch sighed. "It's just that I think we should think about this. This is really big."

"Don't worry, I already planned it all out," I tried to assure my boyfriend. "Everything is going to be fine."

"But what if it's not?"

I glared at Mitch. "I'm not getting an abortion. This is an abortion Mitch; we just can't get rid of it like it's just a piece of garbage. That would be murdering it."

Mitch cut me off before I could say anymore. "I know Ginger, I know. I'm just saying I don't want this to ruin your life."

"It's not," I stated. "Everything is going to be fine. Who knows, this could be one of the best things that could happen in our lives."

Mitch smiled. "So what are you thinking about if it's a boy?"

"Maybe Arron."

"I was thinking more like…Anakin."

"No," I said making a face. "We would never name any of out children that. Isn't that some guy on Star Wars?"

"Yeah, so? I like Star Wars?" Mitch said with a smile. I rolled my eyes. "I was kidding! Ok? Arron is good too."

"If you come up with anything else besides Anakin or something from Stat Wars, tell me," I said getting up. "But I have to go. I promised I would go with Mom to the mall to spend some mother daughter time."

"I'll call you later," Mitch said. He took out a notebook and looked for something to write with.

"Bye."

Later that night, Mitch called. "Hey, do you have any idea what you want to do on Friday?" he asked me.

"No, I haven't really thought about it. But what do you think would be better to paint the baby's room, blue or yellow?"

"Can we stop talking about the baby for once?" Mitch asked, sounding angry. "Sorry, but that's all we've talked about."

"I know, but we need to-."

"We'll think about it later. We have like five months to decide on paint," Mitch said. "Let's just think about you and me before we have to play mommy and daddy. So what do you want to do?"

"I don't know."

"Good! Because I got something planned."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's a surprise."

I smiled. Mitch has done surprise dates before. They were always so fun and romantic. "Can you give me a hint?"

"Nope," Mitch replied. "No hints. You'll just have to wait until Friday night. Meet me at the park around midnight, ok?"

"Isn't that kind of late?" I asked confused.

"I know it's late, but it's all part of the plan," Mitch explained. "You can sneak out, can't you?"

"Of course. Mom goes to bed at nine. She won't hear a thing."

"Good. We'll be back around three maybe, so you'll get home before she wakes up."

"Sounds great," I said. "This better be good if you are going to keep me up late."

"Oh it will be," Mitch said. "It will be."

The only people that know about my pregnancy is Dodie, Macy, and of course Mitch. It's been getting hard to hide it though. I've started to wear sweatpants and large sweatshirts. People were starting to get suspicious. But everyone knew they were just rumors. Miss good girl Ginger Foutley would never get pregnant. Not in a million years. A few people have asked me, I told them it's just a phase that I was going through. Even some people started to dress like me. Ha, a new fad.

I was in the bathroom, washing my hands, when Miranda came in. She said nothing as she put on some dark glitter eye shadow. We've hated each other even more after she started going out with Darren. She was the reason why we broke up, after I found out that he was in love with her.

I shot Miranda a glare when I caught her looking at me. "What do you want?" I asked her coldly.

"Nothing," Miranda said. Miranda had on a plaid mini skirt and a tight white tank top that was a couple sizes too small. I don't know why Darren even likes that whore. Everyone knows that she's been with just about every guy in our class. "Nothing at all. But might I say that I love your outfit Ginger. Very white trash."

I rolled my eyes. "I like yours too. Tell me Miranda, how many guys did you have to sleep with to get the money for those boots?'

Miranda laughed sarcastically. "So how's your baby doing, Ginge?"

My heart stopped. I said something before it sounded like I was hesitating. "What are you talking about?"

"Come one Ginger," Miranda said with her evil smile. "Everyone knows. It's the only thing people talk about. We only know about you and Mitch."

"What about us?"

Miranda was becoming impatient. "Don't play dumb. We all know that Mitch knocked you up. So what are you going to name it?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." I pushed past her, and exited the bathroom. When I stepped out, I bumped into someone.

"Sorry," I apologized. It was Darren. "Oh, it's you. Forget what I just said."

"Ginger," Darren started out. "We need to talk."

"No." I walked away from him. But he chased after me.

"Ginger! Wait!" He grabbed onto my arm, and pulled me back.

"Let go of me!" I ordered, hitting him.

"Ginger, just let me talk."

Just then someone pulled us apart. "What do you think you're doing?" Mitch growled at Darren. Darren stuttered something that I didn't understand. I stood back, smiling smugly. Darren was afraid of Mitch. And of course he was, Mitch was twice as big as Darren and he could knock him out any day. "What?"

"I-I just wanted to talk to her," Darren stuttered.

"If she doesn't want to talk to you, then she doesn't have to," Mitch said. "Come on Ginger, let's get away from this loser."

As Mitch and I walked away, I looked back at Darren. He was still standing where he was when I left him. But now Miranda was with him, glaring spitefully at both Mitch and me. I just smiled her and kept walking.

Friday night, or Saturday morning is the right term, I was waiting till a couple minutes past twelve to leave. When it was 12:10, I decided it was the best time to leave. As I walked down the hall, I saw I dim light coming from underneath Carl's door. 'It's probably his TV,' I thought. I was extra careful not to make a noise as I went past his door, just in case he was still awake.

I was on the last three steps when the step squeaked. 'Shit!' I thought. I froze waiting to see if anyone was coming. My heart began to race with urgency. Nothing came. I continued my journey down the stairs. When I got out the house, Mitch's car was waiting outside our house with the lights off.

"What took you so long?" he asked once I got in.

"I was waiting till I was sure everyone was asleep," I told him. We began to drive away. Mitch didn't turn the lights on till we were a block away.

"So what are we going to do at a park at this time of the morning?" I asked Mitch.

"You'll have to wait and see."

"Come on! We're already on the date! Tell me now!"

"Nope, sorry babe," Mitch said smirking. "You'll just have to wait." I sighed in defeat and cursed Mitch under my breath. "What was that?"

"Nothing," I said smirking. Mitch smiled softly.

At the park, Mitch led me to the lake, where he set up a picnic. "Is this it?" I asked. It was all right, not exactly what I was expecting.

"Don't you recognize this place?" he asked me. "This is where we first met."

"Oh yeah," I said pretending that I didn't remember. "I forgot." Mitch looked at me. "I was kidding. Of course I remember! What did you bring?"

Mitch had brought regular picnic food, but I was fine with it. I was starved. "Oh shit, I forgot something back at the car," Mitch said slapping himself on the forehead. "I'll be back in a second. Help yourself to what ever you want."

Ten minutes had past and Mitch still hadn't return. "Mitch? Where are you?" I asked in a harsh whisper. There was no reply. "Mitch?" I repeated but this time louder.

"What?" he asked from behind me. The sound of his voice made me jump.

"Don't do that! What was taking you so long?" I asked him. Mitch said nothing. "Mitch, what's wrong?"

And that is where it ends. Yup, I'm done with the chapter. So anyways, so anyway, I don't know what else to say. Thanks to those people who reviewed before. The rest of you are dead to me! DEAD! DEAD! I'll update soon… maybe… it depends on how much reviews I get. They motivate me. More reviews me happy sooner updates. No reviews me sad I'll update when I think I got enough reviews. So… yeah…. Hoped you enjoyed it…. Psh, whatever, Peace yall.