Chapter 3: Informing the dad
Melanie sat on the couch opposite from me, with a beer in her hand.
She was laid across the couch, her head on the arm of the couch and she was staring up at the ceiling.
"I can be there if you want me to when you tell him."
I shook my head.
"Are you sure because if he puts his hands on you, I'll-"
"You need to calm down. Evan has never put his hands on me to hit me."
"Are you sure?"
The door opened and Ryan walked in. "Hope you girls not getting high."
"Too late." Melanie smiled. Ryan chuckled. "How was school. Did you tell him?"
"He's going to come over after football practice." I said.
"Good. Let me hurry and get the hell outta here. I think I'm gonna end up breaking his damn face if I see him."
"Me too." Melanie said. She got up and put her shoes on.
Ryan grabbed his glasses from off the coffee table.
And someone knocked on the door.
It was him.
Melanie chugged the rest of her beer just as I got up and opened the door. Evan walked in without looking at me and stopped when he saw Melanie.
"Mel." He said.
"You have to be my friend or fucking me in order to call me Mel." She said.
"My brother calls you Mel."
She smirked. "Exactly." Then she purposely bumped him as she grabbed her keys, and walked out of the house.
Ryan sighed. "This is my cue." He walked over and stopped in front of Evan. "You're lucky my sister loves you, or else, I would kick your fucking face off." He gave a fake smile and winked at me as he left out he house.
Jeez, his calm voice during threats is scary as hell.
I looked to Evan.
"The bedroom…right?" He asked and led the way.
I followed him and he opened the door to my room. "We don't have much time. I have to go meet Stacy at the movies."
"Well I have to tell you something." I said.
"Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait until we're done." He unbuckled his belt.
"I don't think it can."
He sighed in irritation. "Just take off your fucking pants. This shit won't take long." He said.
I stared at him. "I'm pregnant." I whispered.
He stopped just as he was about to pull down his jeans.
He slowly looked to me. "What?"
"It's yours." I said nodding. I swallowed my tears.
Evan stared at me. His anger evident. He glared at me and buttoned his pants back up. "Get rid of it."
"What?" I asked. This depressed feeling in my heart rose. Get rid of it? "No." I said.
I nodded. Just as he was about to walk toward me, my door opened, Ryan peeked in.
Evan stopped walking and looked down at the carpet.
"I thought you were leaving." I said. My voice cracked.
Ryan narrowed his eyes and opened my door all the way. "I was, I forgot my hat. Is everything okay?"
Ryan nodded and shut the door.
Evan's eyes found mine again. He walked close to me and glared down at me. "Get rid of it." He said between clenched teeth.
"I don't want to." I said.
Evan sighed. "I know that you're fucking retarded in your head but this…this is taking it way too far. I'm hoping to get my shit together and go to college. I can't do it if you're going to keep it."
"I can't just get rid of it, its not that easy."
Evan sighed. "Fuck it, do as you want, dumbass." He turned and opened the door and then slammed it shut.
My heart thumped into my chest as I stared at the door that was just slammed. He wanted me to get rid of it? I couldn't do that.
I'm only a couple weeks pregnant but there was something about it….when I really think about the fact that I have a baby inside of me…it feels weird and unbelievable. As if I'm not going to really believe it until I get so big I won't be able to see my feet.
I kicked my shoes off and went to my ipod that sat on my desk. I plugged it in my ears and cranked Marilyn Manson all the way up. 'Sweet dreams'. I love this song.
I shut my eyes and fell asleep.
"Dylan invited you to a party? Aren't you two supposed to hate each other around everyone else?" I asked.
Melanie nodded. "Yeah. But I mean we don't necessarily have to be seen being together at the party."
I shook my head.
"You should come along and get waste- Oh…I forgot you were Prego, Rylie."
I sighed and ran my fingers through my red hair as we walked towards the school.
We both turned as a black mustang pulled up.
Melanie smiled. "Ah, Bad boy has arrived."
I turned and saw Damon opening his car door and shutting it.
He flicked a cigarette onto the ground and walked pass us into the school.
"What's his problem?" Melanie asked.
"What do you mean?"
"He didn't say hi or even look at us."
I nodded. "Right, because we're not his friends so…"
"I wanna be friends with him. I never had a bad boy as a friend."
"Dylan was never my friend. We were nothing but fuck buddies. Other than that, we pretend that we hate each other. It's really quite simple."
"Not to me." I said.
Melanie nodded as she held the door open for me and I walked in.
"Yeah, because you have that whole good girl image about you, Rylie. The kind that whores would die for."
"Good girl? Sure. Only thing is that I got pregnant by my ex."
Melanie rolled her eyes. "As opposed to getting pregnant by your ex, you even look like a virgin."
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?"
I shrugged as she followed me to my locker. I took my scarf off while Melanie was checking something on her phone.
I turned my head and saw Damon a few lockers down from me.
His locker was plain.
It was weird to see a plain locker. Everyone else has mad decorated lockers. Even me who had 'Marilyn Manson' photos all over and in my locker.
"His locker is plain." I said.
Melanie looked over. "Yeah, we should probably go tell him how it is around here."
"He doesn't really seem to care."
Melanie rolled her eyes and walked over to him. I followed her after closing my locker.
Damon slowly looked down at us. "What?" He asked irritated.
"Your locker is bare." Melanie accused.
Damon looked at his locker and then back down at her. "Your point?" He asked.
"If you open any person's locker in this school. You'd see pictures, mirrors. Shit like that."
Damon looked at us indifferently. "What's the point?"
"To make your locker look better. Look, I'm just trying to help you out. If you know how things work around here, that's the goal to becoming one of the popular kids."
Damon shook his head as he threw his bag onto the floor of the locker. "I don't want to be popular."
Melanie looked shocked. A rare look on her face.
"You don't?" She asked.
Damon shrugged. "I don't really see the point in it."
"Do you see he point in anything?"
He closed his locker and shrugged. "Not really." Then he walked away from us and down the hall.
Melanie looked at me.
"See? The last thing he's worried about is his locker."
Melanie shrugged. "I was just trying to help him out. He seems like a loner. A very hot loner."
"A hot loner that wants to be left alone. That's the point of the title."
"Whatever." Melanie said.
Evan turned the corner and he was alone. Something very rare.
He looked tense. He walked right over to me and grabbed my hand. "We need to talk." He said.
"Uh…okay." I let him pull me along.
I looked back at Melanie who was glaring at him.
I looked back at him who was completely panicked.
"What's wrong?" I asked him as he forced me through crowds to get to the stairs.
Then to the very top floor that had nothing but a huge storage room in it.
He opened it and pulled me in and shut it.
He sighed and leaned against it.
"I'm sorry about yesterday."
I nodded. "It's okay…you were in shock."
He nodded. "Yeah." He ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips then his blue eyes looked into mine. "I need a release, baby."
I stare at him. He used to always say this to me when we were together.
I shook my head. "We're in school, Evan."
"I know. Nobody's going to catch us. Just relax."
"I thought you're with Stacey." I said folding my arms.
Evan shook his head. "I don't care about her like I care about you. You know that."
"Then why were you acting like that before?"
He sighed. "Just….shh." He whispered and smiled as he grabbed my hips to pull me to him.
He placed his lips on mine, and voluntarily slid his tongue in my mouth.
I couldn't resist him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and shut my eyes.
His hand went down to squeeze my ass softly and I chuckled lightly and he smiled. Then he pulled away from me. He placed his hand on top of my head and made me get on my knees in front of him.
I never liked doing this.
I looked up at him as he unbuckled his belt.
"I need to fuck your mouth, baby. Stacey doesn't do it as good as you do." He says.
I know he's lying. That's impossible because Stacey likes doing it and I'm always reluctant towards it so I make no effort to be good at it.
He pulled his jeans down and looked down at me. "Swallow….understand? You're not gonna spit the shit out like you normally do…okay?"
I stared up at him and nodded.
When he pulled himself out, he grabbed the back of my head. I looked at his long length. I was about to slide my mouth onto it until he lifted my chin up to make me look at him. "Look at me while you're doing it okay?"
I nodded and grabbed onto him and slid my mouth onto him.
Evan shut his eyes and tilted his head back. "Oh baby. That's it." He whispered as he tangled his fingers in my hair.
He pulled really hard and I gasped.
He looked back down at me, smiling.
Then he suddenly he pushed my head deep onto his cock and I choked and gagged but he didn't let me move.
My eyes got watery as I attempted to breathe and he pulled me back.
He made me look back at him. "Look at me." He said forcefully.
I did as he said as he pushed himself hard back into my mouth, far down until I was choking. I pushed myself off and crawled away as a puddle of vomit came up.
I held my stomach with my hand and tears sprung out my eyes as a pool of throw up fell into the puddle from my mouth.
When I was done, I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve.
I got to my feet and took the jacket off.
Then I looked at Evan who looks disgusted. "You're fucking disgusting. Clean that shit up." He walked to the door shaking his head, opened it, and then closed it. Leaving me there…alone.