Getting pregnant at 17 was not in your plans, but you were. The worst part? You told your boyfriend and he simply disappeared from your life. This made you realize that he was just a spoiled rich who wanted to have fun with his parents' money. Of course he would not assume the son of a ghetto girl, even though he said that you were "different." What fuck does that mean?

You barely had money for an abortion and could not ask your parents, as they are very religious and would not let the abortion happen and maybe kicked to you home.

At the moment, the only person who knew about your pregnancy was your best friend Lip — with whom you also had sex sometimes — you were trying to think of a solution to this problem before your belly starts to grow and you can no longer hide.

"We can tell yours that it is mine, you know." He said and looked at you as they walked side by side. "I mean, there's a little possibility of being mine, right?" He took a drag and blew the smoke to the other side.