I woke up the siguiente 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 tu mean?"
I was hoping I could convince her that I was home.
"Don't play dumb with me. I know tu never came inicial 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 siguiente time tu do something like that. Come inicial soon."
"Okay, see tu soon."
"Bye."
"Bye," I hung up the phone and laid there.
I was about to drift back to sleep when I felt Alejandro besar my neck. I rolled over to face him; I wanted those lips somewhere else. We lip-locked for probably about ten minutos 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."
"Huh?"
"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 actuación 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 tu right now."
"I know, and you're beautiful when tu hate me."
"I'm going home," I started to get off of the cama 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 minutos before the vomit stopped.
I loved him, but I was really beginning to hate him.
"Heather! Where are you?"
Crap! It was my mother!
"What do tu mean?"
I was hoping I could convince her that I was home.
"Don't play dumb with me. I know tu never came inicial 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 siguiente time tu do something like that. Come inicial soon."
"Okay, see tu soon."
"Bye."
"Bye," I hung up the phone and laid there.
I was about to drift back to sleep when I felt Alejandro besar my neck. I rolled over to face him; I wanted those lips somewhere else. We lip-locked for probably about ten minutos 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."
"Huh?"
"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 actuación 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 tu right now."
"I know, and you're beautiful when tu hate me."
"I'm going home," I started to get off of the cama 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 minutos before the vomit stopped.
I loved him, but I was really beginning to hate him.
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I, just a few hours ago, publicado a letter telling people why Lolly4me2 and I quit fanpop. It was personal opinon and I dicho that people could post all the hate they wanted because they were onlt making me famous. Due to the immaturity of others they decided to reportar my opinon article. And in that articulo I dicho that I hate fights over peoples opinon. So I want to thanks everyone who publicado hate to me because with every single comentario tu made me más famous. 8D I could honestly careless if tu tried to hurt my feelings. To all of tu who are thinking of posting hate to me. tu cant crush me. ((^.^)) Because I know that I know that with my not caring it makes tu más angry which then makes me laugh. Thank tu for your time!
~Chocopockyninja