"Dad!" I hollered, slamming the front door behind me as I kicked my sneakers off into the pile of shoes beside the door. "I need to talk to you, now."
Stomping my feet into the kitchen, I stood at the head of the kitchen table. My father sat there, a newspaper hanging loosely from his fingers while he held part of a sandwich in his other hand. The other half of his sandwich sat on the plate in front of him. "Why are you telling people that Jacob's my baby's father?"
"Excuse me?"
"You told Leah's father that I'm knocked up by Jake. Why?"
"Shoot." Charlie muttered, placing his sandwich on the plate and scratched the back of his head. "I only told Harry that because he asked me who the father was."
"Why—"
"I wasn't about to tell him you didn't know who the father was, especially when five seconds earlier I had told him my seventeen year old daughter was pregnant."
"Thanks." I sighed sarcastically and rolled my eyes. "Now everybody at school thinks I'm a big tramp; real mature dad."
"You're really going to start on me about being immature, Bella?" His eyes suddenly got wide while his voice was unbelieving and sarcastic. "You're seventeen, pregnant and have no idea who this baby's father is—"
"Okay—" I cut him off, not wanting to have this conversation.
"You didn't pick me up anything that I asked for last week because you ran into some girl that you knew from schoo—"
"Rosalie and Edward were there t—"
Charlie roughly pulled himself from the table and started pacing around the kitchen, while yelling at me. His arms failed dramatically at his sides. "You have no money. How are you going to raise this child? It's a damn struggle to get you up in the morning—"
"I'm preg—"
"When you do get up, you try and stay home. You have showed no interest in getting a job to better your life for you and this child. "
"I get it." I said through clenched teeth.
"I really don't think you do, Bella. I don't have the money to support you and this baby. I can barely afford to feed just you and me."
"What do you want me to do? Nobodies going to hire a pregnant teenager?" Sighing angrily; I sat down at the table with my foot underneath me and started pulling apart piece of a napkin.
"That isn't the point. You make no effort to help me out around here. I'm working weekends just for us to get by, and you do nothing except for sleep all day and find something to whine about."
"I'm pregnant!" I screamed.
"You could still help out." My father rolled his eyes. "Cleaning up after yourself would help me out a lot. Maybe you could do some laundry or the dishes," he pointed to the pile of dirty dishes in the sink. "So I don't have to come home after 14 hour days to a dirty house."
"Fine," I sighed, huffing and crossing my arms across my chest.
—
Due to throwing up most of the night I had missed the previous day of school. I sat in front of my locker during lunch, my face deep in my math text book — trying my hardest to catch up before math class that afternoon.
I was working on this particular question that was giving me a hard time when I had heard somebody slam a classroom door shut — causing me to jump and immediately look up, locking eyes with the culprit.
Edward quickly looked away, and continued on his path down the hall. The farther away he got the more eager I became. I bit my lip and clenched and unclenched my hands around my text book, while my foot tapped anxiously on the concrete floor.
I opened my mouth and before my brain had time to register what I had just said, I was already yelling it.
"Edward!"
I wasn't shocked when he didn't turn around, but I did notice his back stiffen a little bit. Throwing my books off to the side, I used the locker to hoist myself up and began chasing after him.
"Edward!" I called out again but no avail. Angry that he refused to answer me, I grabbed the sleeve of his sweater when I caught up to him. "What the hell? Why won't you talk to me?"
"What?" He sharply turned around, causing me to take a step back.
"I'm sorr—"
"Are you fucking stupid?" He said through clenched teeth. His nostrils flared angrily.
"Wha—", I started to say but he cut me off.
"I haven't answered any of your texts or phone calls all summer. If you haven't noticed, I'm ignoring you—"
"I need to—"
"I don't want to talk to you," he said, finishing my sentence and rolling his eyes, "hear from you or know anything about you. I don't give two shits. So please get the fuck out of my face and leave me alone—"
"I'm pregnant." I blurted, without thinking.
"So?" Edward blinked, deadpanned.
"It might be—"
"Might? Alice already told me it might be mine." He rolled his eyes and started walking away.
"Alice?" I repeated, and starting chasing after him.
"It might be half the guys on the baseball team too." He rolled his eyes once again and laughed humorlessly. "Bella, I wore a condom every time so this mistake wouldn't happen. Obviously you have the wrong guy—"
"Mistake—", I practically screamed, feeling a lot more hurt then I probably should of. I clenched and unclenched my hands at my sides, willing the tears away that were threatening to spill.
"Go check Jacksonville; I'm sure you'll find someone to pin this shit on there."
"Ugh," I cried in frustration. "Edward—" I started to beg but he cut me off once again.
"Go to the next guy on your list and leave me the fuck alone—"
"Bella," A feminine voice yelled, running up to me. I pulled roughly on a lock of hair as I watched Edward walk away farther down the hall until he was out of sight.
"Alice. What the hell?" I shouted, failing my arms and raising a brow at her.
"What?" She asked genially confused.
"Why did you tell Edward? You promised you wouldn't."
"I know," Alice sighed, tugging on her bracelets around her wrists. "But he was upset and—"
"He was upset—"
"—going off about how much of a slut you were—"
"Oh—"
"—because you were sleeping with Jake a week after you guys broke up. I told him that you didn't sleep with Jacob and he asked how you were pregnant by him then." Alice sighed. "I told him you weren't and that it might be his kid."
"Ah—"
"I didn't say anything about Emmett, Bella. I swear." She rushed to add in quickly.
"Okay."
"You're not mad at me, are you?" She pouted.
"No," I scratched the back of my head and exhaled loudly. "I just wish I could have told him first."
"I'm so sorry." Her words were rushed and worried. "I was just trying to get him not to hate you anymore."
"It's fine." I rolled my eyes, coming to grips that I would never get Edward to un-hate me. "Just let me tell Emmett, please."
"I promise, Bella." This time I could tell Alice's words were genuine, but she still stuck out her pinkie finger anyway.
A/N: See? Alice is starting to redeem herself.
A lot of you are hating my Charlie and Alice which is perfectly fine, but I would like to tell you why you shouldn't hate them.
You shouldn't hate Charlie in anyway because he is a father to a seventeen year old girl who just found out she is pregnant. Any father in that situation is going to be mad, but he also found out that his daughter was sleeping around with more then one person. I don't think any father wants to know that about their daughter. He's going to be upset and angry with Bella. Not only is Charlie just barely getting by money wise for him and Bella, but now a baby is added into the mix. So, Charlie's disappointed and stressed out. Eventually he'll become a more understanding daddy.
Now about Alice: I don't know one girl that hasn't been in the situation that Alice had been put in. Maybe not with the same situation Bella and Alice are going through. But you can't honestly tell me, you've never had to pick. But maybe I'm the only one, lol.
I know that you guys wanted longer chapters, and the next one is the longest chapter I've written so far, but I can't promise they will all be that long. It's mostly because I find with shorter chapters, I can update a lot more verses if I had longer chapters. That being said, I have the next chapter completed but I'm going to my boyfriends for a couple nights, so I won't be posting until I get back. It'll hopefully be posted sometime at the end of the weekend. Monday or Tuesday at the latest.
Review, please!