Whoa. Baha; you know what I thought was funny? My cousin's eight, and she's so jonas-obsessed it's crazy. So, I was watching camp rock with her, and the phone call scene with joe/kevin/nick came on, and I was saying everyword they said, and she got so mad at me cause I knew everything and she doesn't. She also believes that one day, she'll marry Joe. Yeah, and a ten year age difference won't change that. x)
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-Harper's Point Of View-
"Harper!" I called my own name to ease the tension. "Harper, Harper, Harper. You're such a screw up,"
It's true. I was. If I had just done what all those stupid little videos we watched in gym class had said to do, none of this would be happening. But no. Instead of mallhopping with Alex, I was stuck doing this. Damn. I mean, what are the chances. It was one time. One little time. It only lasted like...fifteen minutes! That's not long enough to get pregnant, is it?
God.
Waiting for these things is worse than waiting to hear if you've made the cheerleading squad. I tapped it between my fingers steadily.
I was in a public bathroom. Actually, the bathroom at school. I know, right? Well, the box said to do it at a certain time. So I did. Right after lunch. I wasn't sure if anybody would come in. But whatever. That's the least of my concerns as of now.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, a beeping occurred. I closed my eyes as the tube rose in front of my face. "You can do it. Just, look."
Both my eyes opened as if in slow motion. I gasped, then sighed.
It was there. Plain as day. This is not good. Not good. Not good. Not good.
I ran my fingers through my hair and disposed of the product. I grabbed my bag and slung it around my shoulder. Time for cheer practice.
"Hey, coach." I said quietly, walking slowly to my locker. She slapped me on the back and said, "You've been working on your backflips?"
"Uh, yeah." Lie.
"Great. 'Cause you're the pyramid topper for today."
"Excuse me!? Gigi's always on top! I'm middle-left! It's always been that way!"
"Well, Gigi's in California auditioning for a movie sequel. She won't get back until Tuesday, and she told me to get some other pyramid topper. One who can do the standard backflip off it when the cheer's over. You're the only one who can do it that I thought of."
I shrugged, "I guess I can manage,"
"Great! Get dressed and meet us outside on the fifty yard line!" She called exiting the gym's locker room.
I tightened my sneakers and pulled my hair up in a ponytail. Grabbing my pompoms, I ran outside. "Hey!" I called to a couple girls. I couldn't say these girls were my friends.
How did I end up cheerleading? Alex's mom and my mom thought it would be nice if we got into an afterschool activity that was sort of different than our usual afterschool activity – Boy watching.
She signed up for track, I signed up for cheerleading. Never thought I'd make it, though. Starting off, I was horrible.
"Hey Harper! You missed the game last night! We had to call in an ex from the stands. Where were you?"
"I, uh- I had some things to take care of."
I made it through practice okay. The backflip off the pyramid landed smoothly. Finally, it was time to go home.
But I needed to do something. Oh, shut up. He deserves to know!
But where is he? I found him. He was walking to his car. "Justin!" I called out, running toward him. He spun around at the sound of his name and smiled when he saw me. "Hey, Harper!"
"Hi." I said, once I caught up with him. Half out of breath, I was.
"What's up?"
"Uh, noth-Can you give me a ride home?" Idiot.
"Sure, hop in."
We hadn't even left the parking lot. I was clutching onto my seatbelt, and Justin was humming something. But whatever. He looked over at me, smacking his gum and looking at me through his dark shades. "You alright?"
"No,"
"What is it?"
"I-I-I don't feel like telling you right now. Sorry."
He killed the engine and turned to me. I stared straight out the windshield. If I were to look right at him, the words would just blurt out. I didn't want that.
"Okay, Harp. You wanna tell me what's going on?"
I just shook my head.
"You know you can always talk to me about everything. I've known you since you were six years old. You trust me, right? You can tell me anything!"
I shook my head. "Not this,"
"Tell me?"
I sighed. I really didn't wanna do this. Not today. Not now. But...he wanted to know. And besides. He brought this upon himself.
I leaned over and whispered "it" in his ear.
I pulled back, and he sank back into his seat. "A ba-...a baby?"
I just nodded my head and looked down. He leaned forward and rested his wrists on the top of the steering wheel. "A-Are you sure?"
"Pretty sure."
He sighed and massaged his temples. "Okay."
I sighed, "What are we gonna do?"
"Just let me...handle things right now." He said, trying to focus.
"Justin! You're not the only one going through this!" I yelled a little louder than I should have.
"I'm sorry, but..."
"You have nothing to apologize for..." He finally turned to look at me. "You didn't do this on your own."
I tried to hold back tears. I didn't know what to do. "I'm scared," I bit my lip, as he pulled me into a warm hug.
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--Justin's POV--
When she told me she was having a baby, my heart just...sank. I can't comprehend this. And when she said she was scared, it was at that exact moment I realized that she was just a kid herself. She's fifteen years old. As I hugged her, I told her that it's okay to be scared and that I was scared to.
She pulled back and looked at me, "I know. What are we gonna do?"
I sighed and returned to my other position, putting my sunglasses back on. "First...we're gonna have to tell my parents. They'll know what to do."
"ARE YOU CRAZY!?"
"What?" I asked defensively.
"We CAN'T tell ANYONE." She screeched. "We just...can't!"
"Why not?"
"Because! You have your scholarship. You really think you're gonna get it when your parents find out you knocked me up?"
I gave her a look. She sighed, "And then me! I have a cheer tournament next week. Mom's gonna get me kicked off the squad! My team depends on me!"
"No way! You're not cheering in YOUR condition!"
She sighed. I tucked the hair behind her ears when she looked down. "It's gonna be okay, baby doll. We'll make it."
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Gah, I'm Sorry that was so short! But my best friend DELANEY wanted me to hurry up and post it. HAPPY!? Baha, reviews? :)