JAKE TAYLOR
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YOU WERE sat on the edge of the bathtub, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands as you stared down at the test. Like maybe if you blinked hard enough the second line would disappear.
The knock on the bathroom door made you flinch. The door creaked open slowly. Jake stepped in, eyes locked on yours immediately.
But he paused when he saw your face. "You cryin'?" He asked, voice softer now. Suspicious. You shook your head, but you couldnβt even lie right. "Come here."
Your mind was already spiraling. How were you gonna tell your mama? Dre? Kiesha? Kevin would definitely run his mouth. What would they think of you being 17 and pregnant.
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