Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 2

"She is awake." I heard unknown voices further away, and I tried to sit up when someone stopped me. A woman smiled professionally at me when my head was so heavy and thirsty, blinking back at the stranger dressed in a white robe.

"My name is Dr. Stephen; you're at Arkansas Central Hospital." She smiled, comforting me when I was still crying, lying down in the stiff bed with plastic underneath the sheets.

"Miss Thompson, you've been in an accident. Do you remember that?" I nodded, embarrassed back to her, giving me another smile on my dead face.

I remembered everything, crashing into Dylan's truck, driving along the dark road, and just.... oh god... my tears spilling over, staring to cry loudly, not caring if she saw me, the Doctor, giving me a reassuring hand on my shoulder, she didn't know that I was dead, that it would have been better if I died in that crash instead of waking up here, alone and knowing that I had to face my parents and Dylan, the whole town of Perryville...

"You have a small fracture in your left arm and a nasty wound over your left eyebrow. Otherwise, Miss Thompson, you were lucky, considering your crash." I nodded, still not speaking when she had poked and prodded me, still crying softly, staring up into the light above me.

"I know this can be difficult to take in; you were lucky that your boyfriend found you so fast. You were in shock and had lost blood from that wound on your head." The Doctor gave me another smile when my eyes met her for the first time since I woke up alone. What boyfriend!?

Her eyes changed when I followed, seeing the tall, handsome man that was standing by the curtain, arms crossed and staring at me like he was still pissed, clenching his jaw when his eyes met mine, still lost seeing Dylan standing there, giving me half a smile when the Doctor was nodding at him to come closer.

"Hey.... so how are you doing, Jennifer..." I gulped slowly, my eyes fluttering in horror and my pulse going up hearing Dylan's voice. He didn't look pissed off anymore, putting his hand on my arm gently, making me whimper from his hand on my skin; it felt great.

"She will be good to go in a week or two. Just bring her back if she gets dizzy or feels sick the next hours..." The Doctor spoke to Dylan, nodding like he would do that when I didn't get anything. Why was she talking to him like he knew me!? He didn't!

"... and, Miss Thomson... your values aren't great; take care of yourself, okay?" I nodded, still not speaking, not caring what she told me. She could go to hell and take the handsome man before me with her, no matter if it felt good to have a hand on my arm that he still hadn't moved.

"Thank you, Doctor Stephen. We got it." Dylan gave her a grateful smile that I didn't like. He didn't belong here with me. I followed the Doctor when she left, smiling at us when she closed the drape. That was the only thing closing us off from the rest of the ward; the sounds made me hate every second of being here, the same as him. Dylan Hopper.

"You're one wild girl, aren't you?" Dylan grinned like he wasn't angry, but I was, glaring when my eyes narrowed at his. Still not saying a word to the handsome guy beside me, he suddenly stroked his thumb over my arm, my eyes dilating in shock over how nice that felt. It was a slight touch, making me inhale hard and long before his watchful eyes.

"yeah... they think you got unlucky, just some deer crossing when you were driving...." He stopped, giving me a look that made me feel bad about what had happened. I just yelled at him over nothing and then destroyed his taillight. I closed my eyes, my tears falling down over my face; I wanted to die.

"Hey... hey... it's okay, alright? you're are alright, Jennifer..." I opened my eyes, not believing him. Nothing was okay, not me or what would happen if this got wind, what I did, and I wished I had never given in to Mom riding me about coming home over the summer.

"Leave me..." I whispered, my swollen eyes avoiding his concern; I didn't care about being alone; I had been all my life, and I didn't want to see him anymore, just be left in the darkness, where I belonged.

"That's not going to happen; you still owe me for the truck, remember?" I frowned, still having my eyes shut tight. What was he talking about, money? I didn't have any. My dad was rich, not me.

"Jennifer, stop acting like you can f*****g stay in this bed forever, I need to get back home!" Dylan sighed, seeing my face fall from his words.

Home.

No.

No, I did not want to go back home and tell my mom what had happened, and then she would never trust me again, making me move back to the homestead until I graduated and then some! I didn't want to live there ever again!

"Alright, I'm going to get you checked out, and then we will leave...." Dylan got up when my eyes snapped open, terrified. Was he just going to take me? That was kidnapping! Didn't he get that, the giant boulder!? I scowled, seeing him walk away, hating him for being here, making me feel better, and taking me back home.

I was sitting when he came back, giving me a strange look, my arm still in a sling around my neck, blood over my face that they hadn't washed off entirely with a bandage over my eye, still scowling at his eyes popping like he didn't expect me to move around on my own. That i***t!

"Oh... yeah, we need to wrap you up, wait..." he smirked of all things, when I looked down slowly, seeing that my upper body was naked. The blanket covering me was on the floor before me to my scoff, so what? I didn't care; let him f*****g see me naked, perv!

Dylan came back, pulling something over my head when I stared at him, his face close, the smugness over my boobs were all over him like he didn't even care to cover it up, that arrogant asshole.

"pants..." I sighed, seeing him kneel down, making me step into the ugly grey sweats he had gotten for me, too big, giving me a grateful smile when he suddenly took one arm around me, pulling me up gradually to my gasp, his hand dragging the sweats towards my waist, fingertips tracing my butt, sending tingles around my back, still to shocked over just being inside his arms.

"Can you walk?" I nodded, embarrassed over how much he was helping me when I didn't deserve it, not from him. He gave me a confirming nod to my slight one. Yes, I could walk, even if every step made my body throb from the pain of putting my feet down, feeling like I was a hundred years old.

We left the hospital, coming out into the cold parking lot when I shivered; I was so cold, and not just from being outside, getting a glance from Dylan, who hadn't said anything, walking with me outside, holding me like I was about to fall over if he didn't.

The big black truck appeared in the distance, making me stop walking. I felt even worse seeing it, with its broken taillight. I did that, and he was still helping me, being friendly when I didn't want that!

"Why are you being so nice to me?" my faint voice was breaking the silence; Dylan had stopped when I did, still holding me when I was staring out into the darkness; he could have just left me there on the ground, bleeding out, or just walked away when I was inside the hospital, but he didn't.

"Honestly.... I think you f*****g need it..." Dylan's voice came back serious when I flinched, turning my head around and meeting the concerned grey eyes, so he was pitying me. Was that it? I sighed, thinking that I had stared into his eyes for too long, my breathing feeling lighter just by having his arm around me.

I didn't answer him, too afraid to start crying again from how bad he was making me feel by saying that I didn't need his comfort. I sure didn't want some pity just because he thought I was strange, just like everyone else in this town!

"What the f**k are you doing?!" I was shrieking, feeling the strong arm underneath my knees, hoisting me up, to my horror, grabbing hold of his neck, panting over how fast he had just snatched me up like I was nothing!

"Oh, so you can speak... that's nice..." Dylan smirked now, opening the passenger seat with his free arm, with me still clinging to his neck, hoisting us both up with one step, holding onto the handle; how strong was he anyway!?

I was still panting from how he had just pulled me up, left me in the passenger seat, and even buckled me up like I didn't know how!? I stared at him more. His face was so close, leaning over me when his eyes were burrowed into mine, before hearing the slight click and leaning back out again.

Holy s**t! My heart was racing, my breaths still uneven from being one f*****g inch from Dylan Hopper's face, which had stared right back!

"Dylan?" I wasn't sure why I said his name when he turned around in the driver's seat, giving me a smile that made me stop just by looking at him; what the hell was he doing to me!?

"Yeah?" Dylan was still smiling when I wasn't sure what to say more, just that I was happy he had saved me and didn't leave me back at the hospital, where he should have.

"Thank you..." My eyes closed, embarrassed over stumbling over my own words, my cheeks burning from redness, hearing the slight chuckle to my side where he was, still not running the truck.

"No problem, Jennifer..." Dylan finally roared the engine, making me look up again, smiling when I didn't even know why, my chest not feeling so hollow, leaning back into the seat, watching the road before us, smiling out into the dark; this felt nice.