I woke up the tiếp theo morning to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I couldn’t remember getting into the position I was into, which was wrapped in Alejandro’s arms on his bed. I tried to squirm out of his grip, but to no use; he wasn't letting me go. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone out of it. I put it up to my ear, answered it, and whispered, "Hello?"
"Heather! Where are you?"
Crap! It was my mother!
"What do bạn mean?"
I was hoping I could convince her that I was home.
"Don't play dumb with me. I know bạn never came trang chủ last night."
"I'm over at Sierra's," I lied. I still kept in touch with her (Though, I wouldn’t consider us friends.) so that was a plausible answer, "I spent the night."
“Tell me the tiếp theo time bạn do something like that. Come trang chủ soon."
"Okay, see bạn soon."
"Bye," I hung up the phone and laid there.
I was about to drift back to sleep when I felt Alejandro kissing my neck. I rolled over to face him; I wanted those lips somewhere else. We lip-locked for probably about ten phút without saying a word until it hit me: I was pregnant and it was all his fault for not bothering to use a condom. Oh, he was so dead.
I broke out of the Kiss and glared at him, "This is all your fault."
"Remember? I'm pregnant and it's all your fault!" I yelled.
He sat up and gave me a smirk, "It takes two to tango."
I stood up off of the bed, "I can't believe you. You're diễn xuất like a real jackass," I started to leave his bedroom, but he pulled me back onto the bed.
"You're going to hurt the baby," I snapped.
"I know you'll protect it well."
I slapped him across when I remembered again that I was angry at him, "I hate bạn right now."
"I know, and you're beautiful when bạn hate me."
"I'm going home," I started to get off of the giường again, but he pulled me back down…again.
"Stop doing that!"
I suddenly felt a wave of nausea and I ducked my head into the trash can. He was going to be dead as soon as I was done.
I was leaning over it with Alejandro holding my hair back--it had come undone from its usual ponytail sometime during the night--for at least ten phút before the vomit stopped.
I loved him, but I was really beginning to hate him.