You were hiding your pregnancy for a few weeks, you've only known for a few weeks anyhow. And you only told your mom and your best friend, Casey. Your twin brother, Kevin, overheard you talking about it to y'all's mom, and told the whole school. And it got to Joey. He found out from Paul, your ex.

"I am calm, this is about the calmest of fella can get when he discovers that he's the last to find out that his girlfriend is having his baby." Joey practically roared. "I'm sorry, okay. I was trying to protect you." You shout back hoarsely. "That's all I was trying to do."

"It's my baby." He countered. "Oh Jesus." He reeled, the realization settling. "It's my baby." Pressing a hand to his chest, he heaved out a breath. "Oh fuck." "I'm so sorry Joe." You throw your hands up. "Please don't hate me."

You remember what he said a few days prior, when he was still oblivious to the factor. I draw a hard line at kids. I would rather lay in ongoing traffic then have a kid. All because of his dad.