I woke up the अगला 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 आप mean?"


I was hoping I could convince her that I was home.


"Don't play dumb with me. I know आप never came घर 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 अगला time आप do something like that. Come घर soon."


"Okay, see आप soon."


"Bye."


"Bye," I hung up the phone and laid there.


I was about to drift back to sleep when I felt Alejandro चुंबन my neck. I rolled over to face him; I wanted those lips somewhere else. We lip-locked for probably about ten मिनटों 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 किस 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 अभिनय 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 आप right now."


"I know, and you're beautiful when आप hate me."


"I'm going home," I started to get off of the बिस्तर 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 मिनटों before the vomit stopped.


I loved him, but I was really beginning to hate him.