All American Girl: Number 3, UNEXPECTED PROBLEMS

'Hi Dauntra,' I said pushing the door to "Potomac Video" open and hearing the "ring" it made. 'Staying all tonight?' I asked

'Yeah, all of your shift, anyway.' Dauntra replied

'OK, look I have to leave early, by 7.00 so um could you…'

'Cover for you? Sure, no problem.' She said 'I've seen you've done it, then.' What was she talking about? Done It? As in DONE IT? Did she know I was pregnant?

'Excuse me?' I asked, pretending like nothing was going around in my, as it is now, non existent brain.

'Your hair, looks neat.' Dauntra said, I then realized what she had been talking about. After making me aware on Midnight Ebony, she has now convinced me to put bright green, pink and yellow streaks in it.

'Yeah, only this time mom made me book it in with her stylist, on account of last time, she saw me this time though, trying to put in streaks yourself is a hard job.'

'Ha! So typical.'

'Yeah, guess so.'

After sitting around in Potomac Video for about three hours (joking it was 2 and a half…) I finally made my way into "Lucio's" the best Italian restaurant in town. It's great here, because David being the president's son, and me being

His girlfriend

The saver of the President

The young teenager about to give birth to the president's son's child… (not that they KNOW that)

Means that we get a floor all to ourselves, usually it's the third and last floor, but sometimes it's the second floor if it's not too busy. I got there right on 7.00pm and David was already standing outside, waiting for me, the mother of his child, Samantha Madison, to meet his so we could discuss our fate.

'Hey Sam,' He said 'Baby,' He mumbled patting my stomach.

'Hey, David,' I said 'I don't think It can reply,' I said, meaning our baby. He slid his arm around me, pulling me closer towards him and pushed the door to the restaurant open. Lucio, the owner and founder of "Lucio's" greeted us, smiling.

'H-eeee-llo, S-ss-a-m, Dav-v-id, third fl-ooo-r?' He asked, obviously making his best attempt in speaking English.

'Yes please!' I said

'This w-aa-y,'

We followed him and sat down at the centre table, our favorite.

'Sam, have you been throwing up in the mornings like they say pregnant women do?' David spat out, like the question had been gnarling at him all day.

'Of course, David… Didn't you learn all about that in sex Ed or something?' I asked

'Sam, we never had sex Ed,' he said

'What? Then how did you know about sex?'

'Mom and dad talked to me about it when I was eleven.'

'What?' I asked again.

'Sam! It's embarrassing, OK? Drop it, please.'

'Alright, sorry… Really?'

'Sam!'

'OK, truly?'

'Yes! Ok? You heard me say it!' He yelled

'I know, sorry. Let's get some service here! I want to eat!'

Ten minutes later our personal waitress "Rosetta" came and got our orders. Another ten minutes later our food was served, and another ten minutes later I broke the awkward silence between us. 'David, what are we going to say? You know? Tomorrow?' I asked, twirling some spaghetti and tomato pasta sauce or my folk and slipping it into my mouth.

'I know Sam…' He said 'And I was thinking, you know? Really hard, and there's only one option I'm willing on doing. Nothing else, I've made up my mind.'

'Alright, let's hear it.' I said eating some more spaghetti and wiping my mouth on a serviette.

'Sam,' He said 'we don't have to tell anyone.'

'What are you talking about?' I questioned 'Of course we do.'

'No, Sam,' He corrected 'I've decided and I want you to get an abortion.'