"Just leave me alone, James." She yelled back as she unlocked the door and slammed it shut. I let out a loud groan and kick the side of my car. Okay, bad idea. Pain shot up through my body and I winced, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming.

Why am I such an idiot?

I knew telling Belle how I felt about her date with that loser, Kyle, was a bad idea but my dumb feelings kept her being happy. She wouldn't be happy with me while she has feelings for him. I can't get mad at her just because she doesn't like me back. All I am to her is her best friend, and now baby daddy.

Jeez, when did my life turn to shit?

When you slept with your best friend at that party.

I still can't believe I did that. Me, no balls James, had put myself on the line like that, knowing I was risking Belle and I's friendship. She told me that she regret what had happened, but did she really?

Of course she did, because as a result of sleeping with me, she got pregnant.

But when we saw our baby on the monitor, everything felt...right. I reach in my pocket and pull out the picture of the ultrasound. That's my baby. Our baby, that we made together. As I watched the monitor that showed our baby, the only way I could describe how I was feeling was pure happiness. Is it dumb to be happy about having a baby at sixteen? I probably sound like a total idiot, but that was the first time I ever saw my baby. I'm having a baby with my best friend, and this picture I hold in my hand is proof of that. It's scary and exciting at the same time. Am I ready to be a father? My thoughts were cut short when I heard the sound of a car parking. I turn my head to my left and see a car parking right behind mine. Low and behold, out came Mr. Hottie, with a smug look on his face as he stared at Belle's house.

Psh, what a poser.

"Hey...James, right?" He asked when he finally noticed me staring. I continued to look at him, a not so subtle death glare on my face.

"Yeah, Kyle?" I knew it was him alright, but he didn't need to know that.

"Yeah, I heard about what your girlfriend did to Bella, that was pretty harsh." I bit the inside of my cheek, taking a deep breath. This guy has the I'm-a-really-nice-guy vibe to him and it's making me ill.

"Yeah, she probably did it out of jealousy. Belle and I have been best friends since we were kids, we kind of have that special bond that can't be broken, you know what I mean?" I said in a nonchalant tone, leaning against my car. I was trying to make him jealous, obviously. I wanted him to feel the way I feel when I see him with Belle. The girl that I'm in love with. The girl who is having my baby. He gave me one of those you-seem-crazy looks.

"Right...what's in your hand?" He asked curiously, taking a step closer to look at the ultrasound I'm holding. I quickly folded it up and stuffed it in my pocket.

"Oh nothing." I realized that it was a smart idea to not tell him I'm the father of Belle's baby. That certainly isn't what she wants and pissing off a pregnant girl even more is not such a smart idea. "W-What are you uh...what are you doing here?" I stumble of my words nervously, praying to God he didn't see the ultrasound.

"Bella and I have a date. What are you doing here?" Damn, I forgot. That was a stab in the chest.

"Oh uh...Belle had a doctor's appointment and she needed a ride." Nice save, James, nice save.

"You drove her to her ultrasound?" Damn it, does she tell him everything? "Why didn't her grandmother take her?" Not so nice save, James.

"Uhh..." Okay, I was panicking now. What am I supposed to say? I'm the father of the girl you like's baby, hope that doesn't make things awkward! "Oh look, my phone is ringing!" I lied, grabbing my phone from my pocket and putting it to my ear.

"I don't hear anyt-"

"Oh mom, heyyy!" I cut him off, pretending someone was on the other line. "Yeah, I'll be home soon." Right as the words leave my mouth, my phone starts ringing, for real. Kyle raises his eyebrow at me, to which I smile shyly. "I'll see you later, Kyle." And I bolted. I ran around to the driver's side of the car and quickly started it before speeding down the road.

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"Mom, I'm home!" I yell as I enter my house, closing the door behind me and tossing my keys in the bowl next to me. Soon my mother comes rushing in from the kitchen, a frantic look on her face.

"I was so worried about you! Where were you and why didn't you answer my call?" Oh, so it really was my mom calling me. I was in too much of a panic state to think about answering it.

"Belle had a doctor's appointment and needed a ride." Maybe it'll work this time.

"That was nice of you." She said with a smile before walking back into the kitchen. I follow her and take a seat at the island. My mother grabs a glass from the cabinet and fills it with water before handing it to me. "Why did she have a doctor's appointment" She asked, leaning against the island to face me.

Oh my god, does she know?

Well the whole school knows, maybe someone told her?

What if Belle's mom told her?

Oh my god I'm dead.

"Oh uh, just a check up." I mumbled, taking a sip of my water.

"Mhm." Is all she said. I sighed internally, grateful I wasn't going to die, yet. "So I heard you had a girlfriend." I almost spit out my water, choking on it. I begin coughing, trying to get the water to come back up from my throat. "Oh my, James are you okay?" I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I choked, my voice croaky from the little bit of water still stuck in my throat. My mother handed me a paper towel to wipe my face off with, which I took gratefully. "Where did you hear that from?"

"I hear things." She said with a slight smirk. "Why didn't you tell me the girl you went out with is your girlfriend?"

"Because it's not that big of a deal." I mumbled.

"Of course it's a big deal! It's your first girlfriend." She exclaimed, but I just stared at the water glass in front of me. "Do you not like her?"

"No I do, I just...." I trailed off, not knowing how to finish.

"Still like Bella?" My cheeks flushed hot. I told my parents a long time ago about my feelings for Bella. She always thought we'd make a 'cute couple'. I wonder what she'll think when she finds out Bella is having her first grandchild.

I nod slightly, making my mom walk around the island to pull me into a side hug. "Oh my poor baby, it's going to be okay." She said, rocking us gently. I started feel uncomfortable as my manhood was slipping away.

"Mom, I'm fine I swear." I try to escape her motherly affection, but she keeps me locked in.

"Just let me hug you, boy." I sigh in defeat and let her practically almost squish me to death.

"I'm home, my family!" My dad's voice yells from the living room. I hear the shuffling of his feet, letting me know he entered the kitchen. "Awe, isn't this just a lovey view. Don't leave me out!" And that's how we ended up in a group hug in the middle of our kitchen. Finally, when my parents released me, my mom spoke.

"So James has a girlfriend." My dad took the stool next to me at the island, giving me a wide eyed expression. I dropped my face in my hands in embarrassment.

"With the fille you went on a date with?"

"Papa, it's girl in English, and yes."

"What happened to Bella?"

"She has a date tonight." I say, lifting my head up to face my parents. "With the new 'hottie' of the school, Kyle." I roll my eyes.

"Il sonne comme un connard."

"Papa!" I exclaimed, trying to hide the smile creeping on my face.

"What? What did he say?" My mom asked, putting her hands on her hips.

"I said he sounds like an asshole." My dad repeated, making my mom gasp and slap his arm.

"I really hate when you swear, especially in French when I can't understand it." I bit my lip, trying to hide my smile. My dad laughs too but my mom gives him a death glare.

"Je t'aime mon amour." My dad said, making my mom smile. That was the only French he taught her. He liked the fact that he could swear and no one but me and my sister would know.

"I love you too." She said, leaning over the island to kiss him. I shielded my eyes, looking away.

"Ewe, get a room. I don't want to see this." I say, standing up and walking upstairs. I could hear them laughing from downstairs, and I just shuttered. I flop onto my bed and pull the ultrasound photo out from my pocket. I smile as I looked at it. A light bulb went off in my head, making me stand up from my bed to find an empty photo frame on my desk. I slip the photo in and it fits perfectly. I set the frame up so it's sitting on my desk and facing my bed, so I can see it while I'm sitting on my bed. My parents never go into my room unless they ask me first, so I can just hide it when they do. I stare at the photo of my baby and think:

Is it possible to already feel so much love to something that hasn't even been born yet?

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