It's Your Baby, Belén Domínguez [books for 10th graders txt] 📗

Finn's P.O.V

 

I was lying in bed, my eyes closed, my mind elsewhere. I've never felt this way for anything or anyone. What is happening to me? Why can't I control it? It is more than obvious that she doesn't want to see me ever again. But, the constant reminder that I promised that I wouldn't go anywhere is constantly in my mind.

 

The guys offered to take me to eat something, but I denied—like I have done ever since the day I spoke with Gwen at the park. I haven't eaten properly at all. I didn't feel like it anyway. What's the point of being anything close to happy when she is probably bawling her eyes out? Well, she is strong, no doubt on that. Maybe she is smiling, maybe she forgot me already. . .And the bare thought of that kills me. Dammit, I am so fucking cliché, but can you blame me? I am so hurt right now. I was an asshole, I know that, but I didn't want to take things so damn far. 

 

I keep thinking on what to do to get her back. . .

 

How is she doing with the baby? Does she need me? 

 

Even though we're not exactly on speaking terms, I have the right to know. . .I honestly just want to see her, I miss her smile. I miss her hugs. I miss just everything. I've never felt anything like this, it feels so surreal, but I have to admit that that girl has me head over heels. 

 

“You should be cast for the Walking Dead. You look like a zombie” I heard Cameron. I sat up straight and locked gazes with him. I groaned, which made him laugh. “Yup, just perfect for the role”

“I am not in the mood for jokes, Cam”

 

“Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood” he said. I let go a heavy sigh and got out of bed. I directed myself to our fridge and grabbed a fresh bottle of water, taking a sip. Cameron crossed his arms across his chest and furrowed his eyebrows as he checked my expression. 

 

“I know, Cam, and I appreciate that you're trying to help me. . .Although you shouldn't”

“Why not? You are my best friend” he smiled, walking towards me. 

 

“Yeah, but I am also an asshole” I said and took another sip. 

 

“I've known you for too long, I am used to you being an asshole” he said which made me punch his arm. 

“Harries, stop the violence!” he said, rubbing his arm. I chuckled and scratched the back of my head. “Maybe it's time for you to call her. . .” he said as he sat down on one of the black leather couches. I shook my head repeatedly and opened my eyes widely. Is he crazy or something?

 

“What? No. . .I can't. I know she's still pissed. I can't fucking blame her. I would be just as mad if she would've lied to me too. I don't think I gave her enough time yet so we can talk again. Plus, what the hell am I going to say to her anyway?”

 

“You can start by saying how much you love her, and what a fucking idiot you are” he said. “Besides, you are the one that promised not to let her go. . .Are you breaking your promise then?” he asked, making me go quiet for a moment. I sure as hell don't want to break that promise. I said I was going to fight for her, I do love her, and losing her is not an option. She is indeed the only girl that has been able to make me feel genuinely happy. As always, Cameron is right, and if I keep waiting, things will get worse. But if I try to do anything and come into the picture once more, she will remember why she wanted this break. Dammit, what the fuck do I do now? 

 

Cameron stood up from the couch and patted me on my shoulder, offering me one of his comforting and reassuring smiles. “I know you will do the right thing. You know what has to be done. And believe me when I tell you, that girl loves you, Finn, she truly does. . .But right now she feels like you don't and that you have given her up. If you love her and promised to fight for her, do what you feel is best. Do you want to be in her life, or do you want her to move on and forget you? Think about it, Finn” and with that, he walked out the door, leaving me in this desolated and dark room, alone with my own thoughts. 

 

I grabbed my phone from my nightstand and stared at Gwen's phone number. Should I call her? Did I give her enough time? Is she still mad? All these questions are roaming through my head and are making me more anxious. I want to hear her sweet voice once more. I want to hear her laugh. I want to hear her say my name. . .

I let go a heavy sigh and pressed the green call button, and it rang exactly three times until I hung up. I pressed my phone against my forehead and had a constant war in my head about if I should do it or not? I want to talk to her and fix things, but my nervousness and fear don't allow me to man up and call her. I am scared of her being hurt again. I am scared for her to scream at me and to tell me that she hates me. I am scared that I will push her even more over the edge to the point she will permanently block me out. 

 

I am so damn scared it hurts me.  

 

But you know what? I made a promise and I don't want to break it. For Gwen, I would do anything. She deserves so much more than what she has right now. It is my fault she is pregnant. It is my fault that she is receiving hate. And it is my fucking fault that she is heartbroken right now. 

 

Now that I remember it, she asked me to be her Prom date after this incident, even though now she doesn't want to see me. But fuck it, I will go. I will tell her how I feel and how fucking sorry I am. . .I won't leave without a fight. And she won't leave me until at least she hears out everything I have to say. 

Chapter 59 — Oh-oh, a Little Someone is on its Way

Gwen's P.O.V

 

The ticking of the clock hanging on the wall was driving me crazy. I closed my eyes and let go a heavy sigh. I opened them again and stared at myself in my long-length mirror. Tonight is the night. . .

 

Prom.

 

No Finn.

 

All eyes staring, judging my every move.

 

But at least I have Dani. She was right when she told me that I shouldn't care for what others think. There's always going to be hate, you just learn how to deal with it and ignore it.

 

Tik.

 

Tok.

 

Tik.

 

Tok.

 

Dammit. I can't throw that nerve-wracking clock out the window, it wouldn't solve my situation. 

 

I grabbed my dress, which I placed neatly on my bed. I heard the doorbell, signaling Dani was already here. I hurriedly went downstairs to open the door, and there she stood. With multiple bags and a grinning face.

 

“This is the best part of Prom, in all honesty” she said making me laugh. I nodded in agreement and we quickly went to my room. She helped me with the hair and make-up, which I sucked at. Why does hair need to be so important? When I suggested to just have it loose and maybe a braid to the side, Dani laughed in my face and patted my head like if I was a five year-old, stating that: “I have too much to learn”.

 

Once she was done, she turned me around so I can see myself. I smiled, although inside I was just too shocked to speak. She is indeed. . .A miracle worker.

 

“Told you that you would look way better with an up-do. And the pastel color on your lips makes your beautiful eyes pop” she said, hugging me from behind. When she was getting herself ready, I grabbed my dress and put it on. I stared at myself in the long-length mirror and for the first time after finding out about this baby, I felt secure. I truly felt like I could do anything and that nothing or no one would stop me. . .I touched my belly, Erin's words replayed in my head.

 

Giving it away is the right option, right? I am 17. Still in High School.

 

But why do I feel differently then? Why do I feel like if that isn't the best thing to do? Am I going crazy? What is happening to me? I put those thoughts to the very back of my head. Tonight is Prom, ‘the best night of my life’. they say. I'm supposed to enjoy it and have a good time with my friends. An unforgettable night. . .

 

“Gwen?” Dan is voice woke me up from my trance. I stared at her and smiled. She looked beautiful.

 

“Wow, you look amazing!” I said. She walked towards me and hugged me tightly.

 

“No, you do. . .Gwen, you look like a princess”

 

“Too bad I'm not having a happy ending this time. . .” I said, putting a loose strand of myhair behind my ear. She smiled sadly at me and gave me another reassuring hug.

 

“Your happy ending starts today. . .No one will take this moment away from you. No one”

 

“Thank you for sticking up for me till the end” I said, not wanting to cry. I won't cry. I won't allow it. Tonight's supposed to be happy and full of joy. My tears won't ruin that. She smiled widely and then continued with her make-up.

 

Finn's P.O.V

 

“Please, guys, you have to help me” I begged. They all exchanged looks, not quite convinced that I was indeed desperate. But what they didn't know is that I was determined to assist to Gwen's Prom, no matter what. I have to fix things. Maybe is not too late to do the right thing. And I have an idea. I obviously have no clue if it will work or not, but it is my last shot to get Gwen back and finally have her full forgiveness. “Guys, I have a plan, but I can't do it alone. . .”

 

“We don't want you to keep making mistakes” Jack said. The others nodded in agreement, all of them except Cameron.

 

“Dude, maybe it is time for you to let her go. . .She's gone through so much” said Shawn, patting my shoulder, but I shook my head repeatedly, not wanting to listen to those words.

 

“I won't let her go. . .I know I screwed up. but that doesn't mean that what we had wasn't real. I know I hurt her, but I have a plan that may or may not work. Either way, it