"It must have broken! I swear! There was protection!" I say, still balling my eyes out.
By this time, I had completely cried my entire make up off, and it was about 3:30 in the morning. My garbage can was filled to the top with used tissues, and I sat on the edge of my tub, with mom right beside me.
"Why me though? I'm a good girl! I pray almost every night, don't do drugs, have good grades, nice... mostly, I just don't understand! This never happens to the people who do bad in life!"
"Hunny, when this happened to me, I didn't understand why either. But, if those druggies had a baby, would they have loving parents, grand-parents, and great grand parents?"
I sigh, "I guess not... so, you aren't mad at me?" I say, looking at her with hope.
"Well... I am dissipated, but it broke, and, well, rubber brakes."
I stand up; throwing out what I hope is the last tissue, then look down at my stomach. It was flat right now, but not for long.
"I can't believe I'm going to get, fat, and, there is a baby, inside of me. Right now." I say.
"Yes, and being a mother is the most amazing gift someone can give. Now, you just go to sleep, remember, school tomorrow morning!" Mom says getting up. "Goodnight Aubrey."
"Goodnight." I reply. I still didn't understand why this was all happening to me.
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That morning when I get up, I feel queasy. I sigh, morning sickness.
I decide to put on a pair of grey leggings, with a slouchy knit sweater, black ugg boots, and a braided leather bracelet. This was going to be comfy, stylish, and easy to run in for when I puke.
Thank god I do track every year. Or else, I would probably not make it to the bathroom in time.
I see Landon pass my room, and then stop. He walks backward two steps, then into my room. Ugh, what did he want now!
"So, Aubrey, I hear you're going to be a mom. I just hope the father is nice enough to stay" he says walking out.
"Yeah, unlike you" I mutter to myself.
I glance at the clock. 7:30. I sigh, and head downstairs for dinner. I had to be at school for 8:15, and still pick up the girls, and rate them.
I start heading downstairs, when Alex rushes passing me, knocking me over a little. "HEY! Watch where you're going!" I yell.
"Yeah, whatever!"
When I reach the kitchen, I see scrambled eggs sitting at the table for me. Then I look around and I see stacks of pancakes sitting on everyone else's plate. I sigh, I guess maple syrup isn't good for a growing baby. May I rephrase myself. A baby growing, inside of me.
"Ugh, mom, can you please write me a note for gym? I think I'm going to puke."
"Sure Aubrey, but you better hurry up, it's almost time to pick up the girls!" She says, while scribbling down an excuse for me not to do gym.
"Does your tummy hurt?" Kristen asks.
"Yeah... it really hurts." I say, getting up to put my dishes into the dish washer.
"Got to go! Bye, Love you mom! Oh, tell dad I say love you too!"
"Okay, now go!"
I grab my leather jacket, and head out the door. When I see Isiah waiting for me. I get in, and tell him good morning. Then we head off to the girl's houses.
We arrive at Chloe's first, She walks out wearing a slouchy sweat shirt, a pair of dark jeggings, blue converse, and a tiffany bracelet.
"Ooo! I like the bracelet! Nine!"
"Thank you!" Chloe replies getting into the Range Rover. My mom always loved Range Rovers, and has never drove anything but.
When we reach Taylor, she walks out wearing dark jeans, a sky blue tank top, and a dark blue A&F blazer over top. For shoes she is wearing black ballet flats.
"Nice touch with the bright shirt under the blazer! Nine point five!"
One by one we collect the C.C.G. members. C.C.G. stood for Country Club Girls. We came up with it when we all met, at a country club!
When I finally have all the girls in, I decide it is now or never to tell them.
"Okay. Girls. What I am about to tell you is major. No one can know, unless I say so. Okay. I'm pregnant." I tell them. I look around at their shocked faces, and wait for a reply.
"Who's the father...?" Taylor finally asks.
"Cory. We had protection! But it broke..."
"OMG UH AUBREY! PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THINK THAT YOU'RE GETTING FAT!" I hear Rebecca tell me.
"I'm going to tell them before I get a baby bump! Duh!"
"Well... are you keeping it?" Courtney asks.
"Yeah! No way am I letting some stranger keep my baby!"
"I wanna be the god mother!" Chloe finally says just as we pull into the school parking lot.
"Okay girls, remember. Confidential." I say stepping out of the vehicle.