Honestly

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-Chapter Five-

That following week at school.

I clutch the tray in my hands as I scans the cafeteria for an empty space. Finding one I slowly makes my way to the empty table, hearing a few quiet whispers. I sighed taking the seat. As I twirled some spaghetti onto the plastic fork I noticed someone coming over to me. Continuing to twist my fork in the pasta, the teen rested one hand on the table and leaned over me slightly with a devilish grin apparent on his lips. "You know Haley, I have to be honest your probably the last girl I thought would get knocked up." He paused looking at my oversized stomach then looking me in the eyes. "But I guess I was wrong."

As he walked back over to his table of friends I just tucked back a piece of my hair and sighed. That was Nick Davis, I hated Nick Davis. I mean the only reason I even knew him was because I had tutored him a few months back. He was your regular jock, all skills on the court but not one original thought in his head. I looked over to him, he was sitting on the table with all the other members of the basketball team and his own personal Barbie doll plastered to his side. Catching my glare he took the basketball from the guy beside him and with one quick motion he placed the ball under his shirt. And even though I was a good distance from them I heard him say something sarcastic addressed to me, causing all of his friends to snicker along with him. I shook my head trying to block him out, trying to block everyone out, but I couldn't. I knew everyone was staring at me, judging me.

Moments later I stood, unable to bear the whispers and chuckles, I hurried out of the lunch room feeling the tears build up. Once outside I leaned my back against a locker and, placing my hands to my face, I allowed myself to cry. It could be the pregnancy hormones but everything just seems so hard and I don't know how to handle it. I then silently cursed myself for ever getting into the situation I was now in. As I continued to cry in the palms of my hands, I noticed the sound of footsteps coming closer and closer to me. Then I heard his voice calling out to me. Wiping my eyes I tried to regain my composure. And once I had, I darted my eyes towards him with anger apparent in them. "What?"

"Are you okay?" He asked, approaching me cautiously.

I shook my head, tears flooding the rims of my eyes again. "Do I look okay?"

He was silent for a few seconds as he watched me wipe my eyes with edge of my sleeve. "I was scared."

"Is that some kind of excuse? Because that doesn't mean anything. I was scared too, but I'm not acting like a child and hoping my parents will just never find out. I mean really what were you gonna do Jake wait till your in college and be like oh yeah by the way your grandparents." I released sliding to the ground.

"I know that. I should have stepped up." He said sitting beside me on the school floor. "And I will."

"You said that last time."

"But I mean it. And I want you to be with me when I do this."

I turned to with a questionable look on my face. Was he actually going through with something? Was he finally owning up to his mistakes?

He smiled. "This weekend, we'll have dinner at my house and we will tell them. I'm not going to hid from my problems anymore."

I smiled resting my head on his shoulder.

He then kissed my forehead. "I promise."

At the James house that weekend.

I looked at myself one last time in the mirror before looking my closet for something better. Since I had gotten pregnant I didn't even try to dress nice it was just too much of a pain. But today I wanted to look my best. Turning to see my side profile I scrunched my nose. Everything I tried on made me look like a beached whale. I scanned my closet for anything that could make for a nice outfit, but there was nothing. I shook my head at the reflection in front of me before walking over to mother's bedroom door and knocking lightly. "Mom?" I slightly cracked open the door seeing my mother on the phone and reading a book.

Noticing my presence she closed her book and ended the call with her friend. "I thought you were going to Jake's tonight?"

I sighed plopping on her bed. "I am. I just don't have anything to wear."

"Well, I will help you with that … let's see." Her mother beamed, moving to her closet.

"Don't even try nothing fits me." I pouted laying back on her bed.

She waved her hand to me, as if saying to drop the subject, and continued to look. "Um Lucas called earlier, but I thought you had already left. Is everything okay with you two? I haven't seen him around lately."

I immediately shot up. I have tried my hardest not to think about him this week. "Umm no uh everything's fine … everything's just fine."

Just as I said my last words she came out of her closet with a smile. She was holding a v-neck black dress with small pink polka dots, ending right below the knees.

"What do you think?"

"Mom, it's really nice but…" I stammered running my hand over the fabric.

"Try it on." She said with a smirk.

I nodded moving into my mother's bathroom, returning moments later.

My mother smiled to me. "Do you like it?"

"I love it." I beamed looking at myself in the mirror. I then turned around, giving her a hug.

"Okay now, I believe you have a dinner to go to?"

I smiled, walking to the door. "Thanks mom."

I walked to the door feeling my heart beat faster in my chest. Drawing in a deep breath I gave the door before me three steady knocks.

Moments later Jake opened the door with a faint smile. "Haley."

I nodded with a little smirk. "Jake."

"Are you ready?"

"Are you?"

He shook his head release a small chuckle. "Well, I guess it's now or never right?" He said offering his hand to me.

I smiled accepting his offer, and whispering quietly to myself. "Now or never."