Help (II)

I take Mary’s advice and look for Ethan. School should be out in an hour, so I rush back to school. I stay clear from anyone’s vision, trying my best not to be spotted. When I see everyone swarming the exit, I scan for Ethan.

“Pssst, Ethan,” I whisper. My hand is placed on my stomach, and my eyes are holding back the tears. He finally sees me and ambles over.

“My God, Stacie, where have you been?” He asks.

“I’ve been at my house. Worrying my ass off,”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“Ethan, I think I might be pregnant,” I say bluntly. There is no more secrets. I cant hold any more grudges, I need all the help I can get right now.

“Do… you know who the father is?”

“I think it might be this one guy I didn’t use a condom with.”


“It’s a long story, and it’s mostly your fault, so don’t give me any shit.”

“Are you going to keep the baby?”

“I’m not sure, but I need your help.”


“Help me find the father.”

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