Ok, a little funny story here. I have a strange word in this story. How it came to be: my mom works at a home for people with mental illnesses, and one lady called her a very funny name, and Jenny uses it in this chapter. I hope you like it!

"Sort of." I admitted.

"You don't look it. How far along are you?"

"About 7 weeks. Why do you care?"

"Because we're friends. But you're only 16. How are you going to manage this?"

"I haven't completely figured that out yet. The father of it doesn't even know it exists yet." I told Damien.

"Who is the father? You left that part out."

"I'd rather not say."

"Whatever you say. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Maybe he would be a good friend. Wait, he was leaning towards me, getting ready to kiss me!

"Damien! What the actual fuck?"

"What?"

"What the fuck- actually, nevermind. You never really wanted to be friends, you just wanted me back. I should've known from the start that you're a disgusting shit wrinkle!" I yelled at him, disgusted.

"Shit, J. What's a shit wrinkle?" He laughed.

"You're a shit wrinkle! You better leave me alone you sick bastard!" I walked away. What the fuck was a shit wrinkle?

3:03 pm... At the apartment...

"Hey, where were you?" Eric asked as I came in the elevator.

"I was with Damien." I wasn't going to lie.

"What? Are you dealing again?"

"No."

"Are you buying from him?"

"No."

"Are you hooking up with him?" Was he going to question me like this all day?

"God! Eric! No! I'm not doing any of that shit!"

"Then what the hell are you doing with him?"

"We just took a day to talk, sort things out."

"What happened?"

"Well, he tried to kiss me, so I called him a shit wrinkle." I told Eric with a straight face. He doubled over laughing.

"Shit wrinkle? Jenny, what is a shit wrinkle?" He said, barely able to talk because of laughter.

"I don't even know, but I think the pregnancy hormones are making me invent new words." I admitted jokingly.

"But seriously, shit wrinkle? That's epic! This is one of the things I love about you!" Eric grabbed my waist and kissed me. As he did, Vanessa walked in.

"Guys? What is all this talk about shit wrinkles? What does that even mean?" She asked, trying not to laugh.

"Jenny says the hormones made her invent a new word." Eric said, happily holding my waist.

"Oh really? It did that to me too." As she said that, she started laughing.

"Maybe it's just the Bass babies." I joked.

"Maybe it's just the awesome mothers." Eric said, kissing me again, with a lot more tongue than the first time.

"I'm going to take Alison to the park. If you want to come, you can't talk about shit wrinkles." She joked.

"I think we'll stay here. Have fun!" I told her, as I pulled Eric into my bedroom. "Do you want to continue what we've tried to do a few times now?" I offered.

"I would, but we don't have any condoms today." He pointed out.

"We don't need them, I'm already pregnant."

"You could still get an infection."

"From you? Are you not clean?"

"Jenny, I never said that. I am clean. It's fine." He assured me.

"Then what could I catch?"

"Good point." After saying that, he grabbed my waist, sat on the bed, laid back and pulled me on top of him, kissing me and grinding on me.

I started to unbutton his shirt, and as I did I could feel him getting hard under me. I yanked his shirt off with sexual power, and put my hands on his bare back. When I did that, he put his hands on my thighs, right under my butt. After a minute of random kissing, he started to pull my shorts down, and there was no way I was stopping him.

When they were low enough to reveal my underwear, gray lacy boy shorts, he got a shit ton harder. Eventually, my shorts were completely off, and his hands were in my hair. We changed position, so that I was sitting on his lap, grinding on him. He started kissing his way down my neck, and to my tank top straps, slowly pulling them off with his teeth.

Once they were gone, he pulled the rest of my shirt off as I pulled his pants down. I couldn't help but notice his total hard on making a tent in his boxers, and I just had to reach down and touch it. I had just wrapped my hand around it when someone knocked on my door. What the fuck?

"Go into the bathroom and get dressed!" I whispered urgently to Eric.

I wrapped myself in a blanket and went to the door.

"Who's there?"

"It's me." Vanessa said. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah sure." I said, dropping the blanket and opening the door. "Eric, you can come out!"

"J, were you guys doing what I think you were doing?"

"And what exactly was that?" I asked her, being a pain in the ass.

"Oh my god, were you two having sex?" She asked, nosily.

"No, not yet. We were about to." I told her honestly, since I knew she'd keep it a secret.

"That's great! I'm sorry I bothered you! I was just seeing if you were sure you wanted to stay here." V said as she backed out of the room.

"No, we're just going to a hotel. Every time we try to do it here we just get interrupted." I decided, going to my underwear drawer to find something better for the night.

"Ok, you two should leave soon, before your parents get home. I'll tell them you went to see your friends for the night."

"Alright. Thanks, V. You're the best." I said, hugging her.

"Anytime. But I'm going to go. Have fun, get a little crazy!" She said as she left the room.

4:19 pm... The Empire Hotel...

"You ready to do this?" Eric asked me.

"Of course I'm ready. Now you just sit on the edge of the bed and I'll be out in a minute." I went into the bathroom and took off my shorts and T shirt. This was going to be interesting.