The next few days stressed me the fuck out. Gerard made me an appointment for my inevitable abortion of this thing inside me. I couldn't even call it a baby, my subconscious refused it. School wasn't helping. People were starting to notice the baggy clothes, and rumors were flying faster than ever. I mean I guess they weren't rumors, since they were true. But they didn't know that. To them it was just a rumor; I think.

My only escape was my new job, which was actually going pretty well. Jackson was actually a really nice guy when you got to know him a bit more. I also got to see the extent of Gee's coffee addiction. It was almost as bad as my Mountain Dew one. One time, the coffee machine broke down and Gerard got soooo moody. He went out not even an hour later and bought a brand new one. It turns out it wasn't even broken, just needed a good slap to the back, but he wasn't taking any chances.

I walked out of second period in my usual black and white sweater, jeans and black converse, and spotted Casey stepping down the stairs. I smiled and waved frantically. She looked my way and took out an earbud, and turned down the volume. Placing her phone back in her pocket, she crushed me with a big hug. We walked towards my locker like we usually did. Our classes were right next to each other, so I guess she didn't mind. I felt a small hug from behind me, pressing my sweater against my chest and outlining my baby bump. I put my hands around theirs, and they let go. I turned my head slightly and Mikey came from beside me, giving Casey a much more personal hug. I had told Casey and Mikey about my pregnancy, but not how it was conceived. They think it was an accident- and that's how it was going to stay.

"So is Blaze still staying with Frankie?" Casey asked. I nodded. "Her and Frankie would be so cute together it's unreal." I laughed and rolled my eyes, even though I agreed it was still weird to think about. My sister and my best friend. I shuddered, but laughed again at the thought.

I knelt down and started to turn the lock to match the combination that had been given to me. I'd gotten a shitty bottom locker at the beginning of the year, and I hated it. It was a pain in the ass to kneel everyday and struggle with a locker that refused to open half the time- and even worse to try and stand back up with an armload of books.

Surprisingly, the lock clicked open the first time. Maybe I actually won't be late to class this time, I thought to myself. The door flung open and I screeched. Casey pulled me back and I stood up and froze, watching in horror as hundreds on top of hundreds of condoms just spilled out of the damn thing, into a mess on the floor. I looked around. My yelp had gathered attention, apparently, and a group of kids gathered around us, laughing their asses off. Mikey stormed off into the crowd of laughter and started screaming at someone, but I didn't care to look. I knew who it was. I snapped back to reality and looked closer at the pile of foil and rubber that was now scattered across the floor. I saw someone had taken the time and had written words on them. Whore. Skank. Slut. Cunt. Bitch. Dirty. Twat. Ratchet. I repeated the first words I saw in my head. I picked up a few and the noticed one more thing that had gotten buried underneath all the latex. I picked it up and ran my thumb across the smooth side of the cold metal. A tear slowly slid down my cheek. Casey grabbed my hand.

"Hannah, you are the strongest, sassiest person I've ever met in my life. We've been through shit much worse than this. This is what they want. Don't give in. Don't let this be the moment that breaks you. You can do this." She smiled at me. She was right- I knew exactly how to handle this.

I picked up two condoms and slid them into my pocket. I then grabbed a handful and stood up. Every single kid that had been historically laughing at my "pain" grew dead silent. I took the sharp piece of metal and flung it across the floor, and their eyes followed me in anticipation, clearing a path as a strode towards the now screaming Jenna and a very pissed off Mikey.

".... Get the fuck over yourself, Jenna. And leave us alone." Mikey stated firmly, trying to end the conversation when he spotted me and Casey walking over. Casey hugged Mikey from the side, and he wrapped an arm around her.

"Whatever. You're all pathetic. Besides, I've already moved on." She smirked and placed a hand on her hips. A few chuckles escaped the crowd.

I finally gathered myself. "Really Jenna? Congratulations! Here, you probably need these more than me then. Have fun!" I spoke with a mouth full of sarcasm, and tilted my hand, watching the handful of condoms I had gathered earlier fall to her feet. Her eyes grew wide with anger and humiliation as a bunch of 'OOOH's' escaped the kids lips. I feathered my hand in a wave goodbye to the crowd, and we turned around to go.

"Where. The. FUCK. Do you think you're going?" She screeched, trying to gain control of the situation again.

"Um.. Class?" I continued to walk. Not five seconds later the bell rang and the crowd dispersed into the surrounding classrooms. I covered my mouth and stifled a gasp. "How perfect was that?!" I squealed to Casey. We continued to giggle about what just happened. Mikey just rolled his eyes. He clearly didn't understand just how awesome that was.

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Mikey led me and Casey to Gerard's car and we hopped inside, myself taking the front seat, while the other two cuddled in the back. Would they just get it over with already?

"So how was-" Gee started. Oh boy.

"HANNAH TOTALLY UPSTAGED JENNA AGAIN!" Casey shrieked, and started to ramble on and on about what just happened. I rolled my eyes and stuck one earbud in, turning on "Bittersweet" by Panic again. I couldn't get enough of this song. I looked down at the inside of my right wrist. I loved how Gerard had written it- it was in neat cursive and just perfect. When it'd started to fade, I tried to re-trace it, but failed miserably trying to actually write legibly with my left hand.

Gee's voice snapped me back to reality. "Really? Bad-ass sweetheart!" He held up his hand for a high five, and I gave him one. He grabbed my hand and flipped it over, kissing the back of it. I blushed. Casey and Mikey both rolled their eyes.

We pulled into the house and I walked to my room. I threw my stuff on the ground, and grabbed what I needed before starting a hot shower. I quickly stripped and stepped into the cloud of steam. I took my time and rubbed my arms raw, not stopping until every last drop of ink was off. I wanted to start fresh, it was starting to look like a faded mess.

I finished up in the shower and started to dress in some comfy sweatpants. I turned my head and looked at the big red stain on the wall from mine and Gee's last... encounter. I twirled my fingers through my hair and laughed. I guess my hair hadn't been completely dry after all. I smiled at the thought, then slipped on a tank top. I looked down and rubbed my swollen belly.

"You're keeping me from getting laid, little dude." I chuckled.

"Well, I mean if you insist." I look up and saw Gerard in the doorway, a half smile on his face.

"Keep it in your pants, I was only kidding. Actually, while you're here, I was hoping you could help me with something." I picked up a sharpie from the bed and held it out to him. He smiled and got the idea, seeing my arms were bare.

"You know, I think this is the first time I've seen you ink-free." He laughed and shook his head. "We need to change that. Hey, I have a new design I think you might like. You mind?" He asked, before gently grabbing my arm and lifting it up. I nodded and sat on the bed. He placed a hand over my eyes. "No peeking!"

"Ok ok fine." I shut my eyes tightly and turned my head to the side. I heard the pop of the sharpie cap coming off and sighed as Gee traced something new on my arm. He started at the inward curve of my elbow and slowly made his way down. I shivered as the smooth ink glided on my arm with ease, and he stopped briefly, before starting again. I raised my eyebrows, and desperately wanted to open my eyes, but fought the urge. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing though.

"And done!" He said excitedly, drawing out the 'A' like a small child. I opened my eyes and looked down. My mouth opened and I gasped loudly. I covered my mouth, startled by my own reaction.

In perfect cursive stood the words- 'Hannah Daze, Will you be my girlfriend?'

I quickly grabbed his hand and snatched the sharpie from his shaking hand. Jesus, he was just as nervous as I was excited. I wrote the word 'Yes' in the palm of his hand, trying to copy the angelic cursive ink now resting on my forearm. I butchered it, but the look on his face said he didn't care. He grinned widely and leaned towards me, and I joined in. I couldn't help but smile as we shared our first kiss as a couple. It was soft, it was warm, it was perfect. He broke off the gentle kiss and look down at his palm. He whispered the word 'Wow', like he couldn't believe it.

"Maybe you should leave the cursive to me." He stifled a laugh, putting heavy emphasis on the word should. I rolled my eyes and laughed in agreement. I kissed his cheek and he wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes, just to open them again when I heard someone screaming from the kitchen.

"WHO THE FUCK ATE MY ICE CREAM?!" Me and Gee laughed together and I cuddled closer to him.

Notes

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