Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 12

My head was hurting so much waking up alone, the emptiness filling up inside my chest, wanting to start crying over that he had left me, staring emptily into the ceiling, knowing that I was acting pathetic, but I didn't care. I just wished he had stayed; I told him last night that I didn't care about what Mom said; she wouldn't dictate who I was dating!

The anger made me get up from bed, which still smelled like him. I inhaled deeply, smiled again, got up, and dressed in a shorter flowery dress. My hair was loosely braided with a small amount of mascara, and I gave myself a smile I didn't believe in before walking downstairs.

Mom was standing by the stove, back turned against me, entering the aged kitchen, seeing Mandy on her phone, a face full of makeup and looking nothing like she did when she threw up on me, that b***h!

"Morning..." I slumped down on a seat along the kitchen island, not feeling so great anymore. Everything was hurting like hell, and the worst part was Dylan wasn't around, and I didn't even have a phone to call him.

"Good morning..." Mom made a turn, giving me a full plate of breakfast that I didn't want. I had dinner yesterday, and now she wanted to eat again; didn't she know I wasn't that hungry?? I gave her a secret glare, hating the plate before me. Eggs, bacon, sausage, beans. Mom wasn't playing around today.

"I need a new phone." My voice broke the kitchen's silence; Mom didn't want to admit she was hungover from drinking boxed wine from Dad not coming home last night. Mandy did not even give me more than a nod when I sat down next to him. She should be f*****g grateful I didn't rate her out to Mom!

"yes, yes... you do... since you crashed your car..." Mom was still angry at me for crashing Dylan's truck, getting hurt, and not even coming back and telling her I was hurt... oh, and dating him, that part she really didn't like.

She wouldn't let me off the hook that easily, no matter how hungover she was.

Mandy hadn't said a word, getting up like she was done, not even eating anything on her plate. I scoffed, knowing that I wouldn't be so lucky. Now, when nobody was around, Mom would scold me if I didn't finish what she gave me, even if the potion was made for someone in Dad's size and not me!

"Amanda, you're coming into town with us." Mom stopped my younger sister, whose eyes got big. Not wanting to go anywhere, Mom held the spatula, ready to fight her. She looked back like she was crazy for even saying that.

"No, Mom, that's not fair!" She was already raising her voice, making my head hurt and scrunching my face. Wasn't she the one who was supposed to be hungover, not me? I whined when Mandy screamed again, making Mom's face turn from passive to wanting to start yelling back, and she would, and I was stuck in the middle of them!

"Fair? Do you want to talk about fair? I just got a call from Yasmin's mom; she said you guys were out past midnight, and she didn't come back until this morning!" Mom was barking it back, still holding the spatula, when I watched Mandy's face change. She left behind the immature pout and looked like she hated the girl mom was talking about.

"I hope that traitorous b***h never gets back; she is f*****g dead to me!" Mom gasped, seeing Mandy's voice get darker. She really hated that girl, and I guess they had been friends. Was she why Mandy had been coming back drunk last night, heartbroken?

"Don't curse at me, and I want you to apologize to Yasmin for leaving her in the middle of nowhere. You understand what could have happened to her, Amanda!?" Mom yelled after Mandy, who was already taking off when I watched them both, regretting ever setting my foot back inside this house.

I was getting up, wanting to follow my sister, my chest hurting along with the rest of my body; Dylan f*****g me made me ache in places that I didn't know had muscles.

Mom snapped her eyes at me, like I was next to my gulp, standing up and giving her a pleading look to just let me go, and I could get into town, pick up a new phone, and finally call my boyfriend!

"Jennifer, you better not be thinking about leaving that plate just because you ate dinner yesterday with Dylan Hopper around..." Mom made a face like she didn't like him when I stared at her in disbelief. She didn't like Dylan. Was that it!? My eyes narrowed more, my hands on the kitchen island. I stared back at her with hostility; she better not be saying anything about him!

"...Just be careful... okay baby? I know that he is charming and very handsome, but..." Mom stopped, sighing, letting her shoulders down like she had given up, lost into the kitchen tiles, making me feel worse. She wasn't any better than me, moping over a guy. The only difference was that my parents had been dating since they were teens, and Mom still loved Dad.

"Just eat, won't you?" she looked up, giving me guilt overload when I sat down again, picking up the fork, hating every damn bite I was swallowing.

Mom was already inside the car, with me having my hand on the handle. I was just riding along since I needed a new phone, and since my car had crashed, there wasn't much option other than having Mom drive me.

"Shotgun!" Mandy appeared from nowhere, pushing me aside when I was about to open, making me growl at her stupid behavior. I thought she didn't want to come along, and now she was pushing me to the backseat? that b***h! I was just about to snatch her hand back, hearing Mom's voice in the car like she knew I would start a fight over the spot in her fancy electric car, which was mine!

"No fighting, just get in!" Mandy snorted, giving me a vicious smile that I hated, wanting to smack it from her pretty face if Mom wouldn't kill me for hitting her!

"Brat..." Mom made an annoyed face, hearing me spit back at Mandy under my breath. I took the backseat and wished Mom had been one minute faster, and we could have gone free and clear from the annoying duchess in the front.

Nobody was speaking, the air being heavier to breathe with Mom just driving her automatically since she couldn't drive shift, and Mandy, whose eyes were still on the phone she never was far from. My stomach turned, thinking about how Dylan had just left me; he told me that he liked me and that we were dating, and still, he just vanished when I woke up. I didn't like that, not especially after what happened last night with Mandy, who hadn't even made the decision to apologize for vomiting over me!

"Alright, let's get Jennifer's phone first since it's most important and..." Mom had parked in front of the big mall, looking over us; her daughter, who just wanted to get out, not listening to her telling us what to do like we still were kids. Even Mandy rolled her eyes at me at my slightest of smiles. She better not think that I had forgiven her for barfing on me, that brat.

"No, Mom, I can buy one on my own..." My shades were down, not wanting more sun in my eyes than I already had; Mandy followed when she was going for the handle, just to get dragged back my mom's hand in the stupid top she was wearing that I know mom didn't like on her.

"No, you can't. I'm sorry, baby, but you are as technical as a three-year-old. Take your sister along; she's better at that..." I inhaled, trying not to get offended by Mom's casual voice telling me that Mandy was more intelligent than me, which was bull! I was the smart one of us, and she knew it! That didn't stop Mandy from gloating, giving me the same smile when she got to ride shotgun with Mom!

"...yes, sure, she's the smart one... how come I'm the one with the valedictorian?" I was muttering it, not caring if they both heard me. Mom gave me a pleading look to stop, and my sister scoffed like she didn't care; I bet she didn't since she wasn't half as smart as me!

"..because your a f*****g nerdy loser who got lucky to link up with the hot quarterback..." Mandy answered me back when Mom had closed the door, waving at us when she was going to get her hair done; no matter if she needed it, it always made her feel better after getting drunk.

Mandy was taking the lead, walking inside the ample space that at least had some air that was burning me up. The dress didn't help me, no matter how short it was. I was surprised that mom hadn't told me off for even wearing it when Mandy was walking quickly, in high heels, just like mom, with my sneakers going behind her. I hated that people around were staring, and even if they didn't, I still hated being in big spaces with too many people!

"Nope, not that one!" Mandy just snatched the phone from my hand and put it back on the stand, giving me a look that was supposed to tell me to let her choose one for me. That was so not going to happen! I was on a budget and didn't want to spend it all on a stupid cell phone!

"Mandy, don't! I can't afford that one!" she had picked up one of the newest models, not even caring that the price tag was more than I had left, was she crazy, or was I supposed to steal the damn phone!?

"Take this." she handed me over a credit card that made me almost faint, seeing Dad's name over it. Did she steal this from him!? He was going to kill her when he found out, and I was so not getting dragged down with her!

"Did you swipe this off, Dad!?" my voice was loud and just as accusing as my eyes narrowed down on the name Edgar Jr Thompson on the plastic that Mandy magically had pulled out from her phone!

"What are you talking about?? no, I didn't swipe it; I'm not f*****g suicidal!" Mandy hissed it right back to my face when the knot in my stomach was still there; why did she have one of his cards? No matter how much Mandy was spoiled and rotten compared to me, there was no way he just gave it over to her.

"I got stuck with no money for the bus last month, so he gave me this in case of emergencies last time he was home!" I lost the last anger, seeing Mandy's eyes glow back fierce at mine; she wasn't lying. Dad had given her one of his cards, knowing what a f*****g spender she was, same as mom! That made no sense!?

Mandy didn't give me time to process what she had just told me, and my heart was still hurting, hating that I had gotten jealous. Why did Dad give her that when I was the one in College and on a budget? He told me that he was already paying my tuition and that it was better for me to understand how the real world worked.

"I'm sorry, but your card is declining payment." I snapped out of pity, seeing Mandy's face drop, hearing the woman behind the register giving us a smile that made me want to die from shame, and my sister getting ready to fight. I could already see the fire burning in her blue eyes, jaw set and puffing up her chest.

"It's fine. I just have to look at a cheaper one..." Mandy snorted, hearing my apologetic voice behind her. She was shorter than me, but she wasn't a coward. She leaned in more and gave the saleswoman a fierce look to my sigh; she wasn't going to let this go, was she?

"Try it again." She glared back at the woman, who sighed, still smiling like she knew it wouldn't work this time, but still did it, trying to appease my sister staring at her.

"I'm sorry, but it's declined." She gave me a quick glance, noting the sweat running down my forehead, feeling moist, my heart racing, and getting into flight mode that my sister didn't even know existed!

"Okay, listen up! I will say this once, My name is Amanda Thompson, and if you know what's good for you, Beth. you try swiping my dad's card one more time since I know there is more than enough to pay for the shitty phone you're selling us!" Mandy was snapping it, not caring if the whole world heard; I whimpered from how much I hated being in the center of attention with a sister who loved making a scene!

"Hello, my name is Grant, and I'm the manager; how can I help you?" I was still staring at the woman, giving me a smile that didn't make me want to panic more; that was him! the handsome gentleman who helped me get inside that stupid bar where Dylan worked!

"Well, Grant. your employee doesn't seem to know how to work a f*****g credit card, that's what!" Mandy wasn't friendly, not for a second, making me whimper again; she was a beast disguised as a pretty girl; I pitied anyone stupid enough to go against her!

"Oh, well then... let me see if I can help sort this out..." Every hair on my body stood straight up, hearing the dark voice splattering inside my head, me kissing him, who was handsome, friendly, and dark. Holy s**t!

My eyes snapped on the man, who gave me a pleasant smile that made me want to drop dead right where I stood. I was drunk the last time, and my painkillers didn't help out either; that's why I didn't take four in one go anymore!

"Yes, unfortunately, Miss Thompson... it seems this card has a limit of 500 dollars... it's your father's card, am I correct?" My cheeks burned just as much over the fact that Mandy just took a phone call as I did over the fact that he was here, the handsome man who was a great kisser—better than my boyfriend!

"Yes, but..." I stopped Mandy with a great fake smile, having had enough of whatever she was trying; she thought Dad had given her the golden goose egg when he had just applied for another card in his name for emergencies, like getting home!

"We're sorry for making trouble; we're leaving!" My voice sounded pitchy, and I sweated even more when the man lost his smile, just for one second, before giving me a cunning look behind the darker eyes, my heart dropping.

I was trying to push Mandy from the counter, not wanting to move when I did! She didn't kiss the same man dressed in a white shirt, slacks, and a tie with eyes that followed my oncoming panic attack!

"Still dating that bartender, then?" His smile got even brighter as if he was flawless; nothing wasn't polished or groomed; he just looked incredible!

Mandy was the first to stare at him, glaring like she had caught one way too fast for my taste. He was talking about Dylan and that something had happened!

"Yeah, she is, so what is it to you?" She wasn't letting go of the man's eyes when he didn't seem that upset, not like me breathing heavier, not wanting my sister to find out what I had been doing with anyone!

"I'm sorry, okay! I used you and...." I stopped, Mandy's vicious eyes moving over to mine, starting to break down. I felt so awful, not that I wasn't being stupid and drunk! I did use him, and he wasn't even angry at me for it when he should be!

"Don't worry; it's not every day a beautiful girl kisses me..." I choked, hearing him laugh. It was dark and soothing, making me stare at him too long. He really wasn't upset over it, was he?

"Kiss!? What the f**k!? You're cheating on Mr Hopper!?" Mandy was shrieking it, making every head turn to my humiliation, wishing my mom had never given birth to her!

"I'm not!" I hissed back, hating Mandy forever, opening her mouth and seeing the snickers around the store; how the hell was I ever to sit foot inside this place since she had made a f*****g mockery out of me!

"Sure sounds like it!" I lost my temper, wanting to kill Mandy, still staring at me like she was disgusted that I had cheated on Dylan, her f*****g hero!

"Oh, it's not cheating, it was one kiss...." I lost my color; hearing Grant sounded so damn cool like he was talking about selling a f*****g vacuum cleaner and not kissing me!

"Mandy!" I was left alone with the man when she stormed off, already texting to my sigh, knowing she would tell Dylan like he didn't already know! I did that to make him want me more! But she didn't know that because that was none of her f*****g business!

"So.. we meet again, Cherie..." I was still glaring after Mandy, hearing him speak again, my breath getting caught from how suggestive it was. He was flirting with me this time and wasn't hiding it.

His eyes were all over me as if he were still seeing the snug dress, not a sweater that was too hot for this heatwave. He smiled, knowing I remembered his promise as much as I did.

"You know what... let me buy this for you since I hurt you last time..." His eyes switched to my still hurting arm, seeing the big gulp from me, not believing that he just offered to buy me this pricey phone; he didn't know me!

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept that... thank you anyway....Grant..." I smiled at him before walking out, cursing myself blue over the fact that I couldn't call Dylan. It was all that little b***h fault, already out there and telling him all about me being this w***e that was cheating on him!

I sat down, wanting to die. My legs felt like jelly, and my mouth was dry; I started to remember how much I hated people, my heart going slowly, staring at the polished mall floor; how the hell did everything go wrong so fast??

"Oh my god, look at you. Isn't it Jennifer Thompson?" I sniffled, looking up, hating the girl before me. She was blond, tall and skinny. She looked like a model, with lip fillers and flawless makeup, giving me a fake smile that made me blink again, not believing my bad luck today.

Lorraine Masters.

She was a cheerleader, prom queen, self-proclaimed leader, and worst of all, she was the only one who had ever had a relationship with my boyfriend.

"Lorraine." I didn't know her; she wasn't my friend or anything, since she was a senior, same as Dylan when I just started, but of course, I knew her; everyone did in this town. She was a beauty pageant winner, someone every guy would drool over, and she was here for blood; that was obvious.

"So, I heard you have been dating Dylan...." Her shrewd eyes were on me, not hiding how much she thought I was pathetic, a low life that didn't deserve her ex-boyfriend, the only one hot enough to catch her attention back in high school.

"Who told you that?!" I hated that I got defensive, getting up from the seat and giving her a stare-down since I wasn't backing down about that part, I was the one he wanted now, and she was going back the f**k off from him!

"Oh, Dylan, of course..." Lorraine smirked, having her hands on her hips. Her nails were too long for my taste when my face fell, and my heart dropped when she snickered; her smile was genuine now, like she loved watching me suffer just because I dated her ex, the same one she dumped if the rumors were correct.

"... he still tells me everything, sweetheart. What? You think he doesn't have any friends like you?" My eyes started to tear up. I hated her so much that I couldn't really breathe. I crossed my arms, knowing that if I moved, I was going to start bawling my eyes out!

"Oh, don't cry, that's not going to change the fact that once Dylan is sick of this little pity project of his... I'm going to be right there and help him out..." My eyes dilated in horror, knowing she was right. This was just a pity f**k; he felt sorry for me, getting hurt, and just wanted to see how far we could take it before walking right back to the blonde w***e!

"It was so good catching up with you, Jennifer; let's do it again sometimes!" Lorraine sounded so chipper, walking away in her high heels. My heart still slamming against my chest. I didn't know if I could ever take another breath.

Dylan used me.

He did. He f*****g used me, and now the whole town was laughing at me again, the same thing as last time! I started to cry, running towards the exit, hating myself for believing he really liked me! It was all just some f****d up social experiment to him and his friends; how much could you f**k over the crazy girl!

I didn't get further than a bench, closed off from the main building, crying so hard my body was shaking, not understanding how many times my heart was going to be broken by him? I was so stupid! A stupid girl that believed anything coming out of his mouth! That I was his girl, f*****g unique, and everything else that just was bullshit!

I don't know how long I had been wailing in the heat, wanting to kill myself, or at least just fall into a dark hole and never come back; I hated him! f*****g liar! My snot dropped from my nose on my sneakers, and my eyes smeared from the mascara that had almost washed away from my puffy eyes. I just wanted to go home and never go outside again for the rest of my life!