My Bsf
Back in middle school (13 yr old) me and my best friend let's call her Mollie were at a party (keep in mind she had a bf let's call him Jake and I didn't) anyways it was a masquerade party and none of us knew each other except me and Mollie and probably a couple other ppl (this is not ai dont put it on utube) so anyways I'm holding my cup of coconut water Malibu and Bailey's (the bomb) and this dude in like a dollar tree mask comes up to me and says something along the lines of "hey baby girl you wanna fuh" and atp i was already drunk, high, and holding a cig. So he drags me to the bathroom and lifts me up onto the counter and we shabangalang (it was honestly not bad) fastforward about a month and ½ I found Im preggo and I have no clue who the dada is because I was kinda a ho I shabangalanged smb else in the bathroom at school and so I think it's that guy and then I remember the guy from the party so now I have 2 suspects and i dont even know who one of them is. I tell mollie and she freaks out I mean freaks the fuck out she said and I quote "what the actual fuckity fuck fuck fuck this is not happening your gonna get fat and my mom is gonna kill me because I know you and, oh my God whos the daddy we cant be friends anymore" so now I'm freaking out because I have to tell my mom I don't have a bsf anymore and IM PREGNANT! So anyways I tell my mom and she just looks up from her laptop slow as a tortoise and goes "WHAT??" I repeat myself and she starts saying something about responsibility and asking who did it and ends up on the train tracks (die or live typa shit) whether she should keep me and support me or dump me on the kurb spoiler alert I stayed anyways fastforward till I'm showing around 4 months the guy from the bathroom comes up to me and asks if its his and I tell him maybe he says so yes? I say maybe and walk away. Another week passes and I see it, the mask of the boy at the party. I start running towards the backpack it's in and snatch and run away the next couple of months are hell at around 7 months the school put me in different classes and my doctor said "because of your young age the baby is either coming early or late, let me know if you have any back pain and Ill get you in because that's contractions" and I was like bish if back pains are contractions I shoulda had this baby a month and ½ ago anyways fastforward to the delivery room I brought the mask in my labor bag I'm 42 weeks along and pushing a baby, out pops the baby, its a boy, my bsf was there but distant and left soon after. I grabbed the mask and called the nurse I handed her the baby and a hair I found in the mask strap and said "can you do like DNA testing and see if this hair matches the baby and also who's hair it is" she said yes...maybe I'll speak with the doctor. She came back with paper 99.99% possible paternity and then said something I'll never forget "the hair belongs to a Jake smith" the instant heart palpitations were insane the masked boy was Jake mollies man.fastforward to now I'm 19 my son Lucas is almost 6 and Mollie still doesn't know why $300 is coming out of her now hubbys acct every month