Hi guys so this is my second story and if you read my first one, I did not come up with that song, the song was called wingman by Billy Currington. I hope you like the story.


*Smack* Oh God that's going to leave a red mark.
I hurry up to my room and start packing my old backpack with clothing, and

*Smack* Oh God that's going to leave a red mark. I hurry up to my room and start packing my old backpack with clothing, and other necessities. I grab my purse and run down the stairs, and out the door.

I hear my dad yelling at me to get back into the house as I run out the door. I don't know where I'm going as I jump into my car and start driving. I feel the hot tears coming as I turn onto Austin's street. I turn off the car and jump out, and run to Austin's door. I knock on the door, and about a minute later I see Austin standing there.

"What are you doing here?" He asks with concern. "I need a place to stay for a little while." "Of course you can, I'm sure my parents would say yes." "Speaking of, where are they?" I ask. "At a party. They won't be back until after midnight, so we can start talking about why you're here." He says. "But-" "No buts, we are going to talk whether you like it or not." He says cutting me off. "I guess I can't win, can I?" I ask. "Not a chance." He says with a chuckle.

He leads me up to his room and we sit on his bed. After a long awkward silence he asks: "So why are you here?"
"My dad kicked me out." I say looking down.
"Why?"
"Because he found out."
"He found out what?"
"That I'm..." I say as I start crying again.
"What?" He asks quietly.
"Austin, I'm pregnant."
"You're what?" He asks angrily as he stands up.
"Pregnant."
"And who's child is it?"
"Well..."
"Well?"
"Yours."
"You're joking right?"
"No, I'm not."
"Oh my God." He says angrily.
"It's your fault." I say quietly.
"How is it my fault?"
"Your the one who pressured me into sex, when we aren't even dating."
"You could've said no."
"I tried to, but you wouldn't listen." I say now standing up as well.
"How far along are you?"
"About three months."
"Oh." He says after a minute. "I think you should leave."
"Austin-" I start.
"Leave now!" He shouts.
"But you said I could stay here."
"Yeah that was before you told me you're pregnant."

I get my things and go sit in my car.