*There is swearing in this chapter... You have been warned :)*

---Oliver's P.O.V(Still)---

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid! How could I ask Mayarna to come out with me? She's a pregnant woman, she shouldn't be clubbing! To make it worse she's also under age.... but then again so am I... She sent me a sexy smile which I returned. I tried took away from her body but my eyes just kept wandering over to her. Loose strands of hair were falling from her pony tail and trailing over her face. She had light makeup on. Her top half was covered by her white work T-shirt that clung to her body. There's a logo near her right breast with "Sweet Dreams" written on a cloud. The shirt sticks to her enough to make her small baby bump. Before she was wearing a loose shirt and there was no way in fuck that she looked pregnant, now I can tell but if I didn't know she was pregnant it might be a tiny stomach bump. She's still hardly got any fat on her. I mean, she doesn't look anorexic or anything, just slim and slightly toned. Personally I think she runs to keep in shape... What why was I even thinking of that? Damn those Jeans make her ass look amazing! She's so hot! I want her right now... NO! Oliver get your head checked out! You don't get into messy situations. Pregnant women are emotional and needy. I want a woman I can have my way with and then walk off, not worrying about them being upset or hurt because they were just in it for fun too.... didn't I? Maybe I was getting sensible and growing up... NO! I am not interested in her.... FUCK!

My eyes were still glued on her ass and she must have noticed me staring because she puts her head back and laughs, "Is a player checking me, a pregnant woman out? That's different!"

"I'm different," I correct. Before I can continue to come up with some verbal vomit for an excuse she cuts me off.

"Anyways, before we go can we stop in at mine? I need to get changed. I'll be quick, I promise!" She asks me, changing the topic much to my approval.

"Yeah, we just have to wait for my roomie, he's coming too. Oh.... Wait! Let's go while he does whatever he's doing. I'll just tell him we'll be back to pick him up soon." I say while walking away.

---Mayarna's P.O.V---

I stand in what I assume to be Oliver's garden/front yard. I watch him sprint up the steps and open the door, disappearing inside. Why am I even doing this? I don't want a one night thing, I want, make that need a man who will take care of me and treat me right. Who will treat my baby right. It sounds weird but for the first time I actually think about things properly. I am 17 and with child. The biological father doesn't give a shit and I haven't even told my mum. I will be graduating a pregnant whale in 4 and half months at 7 months pregnant. When I turn 18 my baby will already be in the world and 1 month old. How could I do this? To my baby or myself. I have ruined my life and if mine isn't stable nor is my babies. Nothing will be the same anymore. I have always wanted kids but not like this! I wanted to want a baby, not have one because I have no choice and was reckless, not that the pregnancy was my fault. Maybe I shouldn't keep her. It's not like Hutton would care. I still remember the exact conversation I had with him when I said I was having a baby.

I walked over to Hutton, prepared for almost anything. He gave me a seductive smile, if only he knew what was going through my head than maybe he wouldn't have been acting so smug.

"Hutton, I-I" I chocked on my own words. He stood with an eyebrow raised in amusement.

"I know I'm good baby but there's no need to get all worked up about it!" He replied being a smart ass. 

"Actually, I'm fucking pregnant you prick!"

"You whore! You said I was your first!"He spat. I was taken aback by his cruel words. He led me to believe that he loved me, acted romantic and sweet and then....

"It’s yours! You are my one and only! You're the whore! You make me sick!" I said with equal bitterness.

"Don't lay that shit on me! Have fun with a kid attached to your hip!"

"You said you.... you took precautions....." I say with tears swelling in my eyes from the rejection. Honestly what was I thinking would happen? He would confess his love and move in? Yeah right, I know better now!

"Pff, it probably wasn't even mine! You should look into precautions for yourself! I mean, if you're going to sleep around that's the least you can do! You're a slut! Don't think about coming near me again!"

He walked off, leaving me standing on the lonely oval, Bitterness as a replacement for him, a baby in replacement for my virginity.

Just the thought of that day makes my eyes sting. How can I raise a kid on my own? I won't be able to get a job and I can't do to university. I couldn't even keep my V-card safe until 18, how can I keep my baby safe forever? My hand is sitting over my stomach and I feel bad for thinking that I shouldn't keep the baby but I just want to do what's right for it! I want to bring my baby up into a word of stabilityand security, happiness and love but if I have it now it will be bought up in bitterness and hate. Of course I would love the baby but the environment would be sad. Would life be sad? What the fuck should I do? I wish I just had someone to talk to! Someone to comfort and love me! Someone to hold their hand on my stomach with me and talk to the baby.

My life was fucked and because of me so was my babies. I'm a moron! A fucking moron! I need to tell my mum. I need to talk to her. I don't want to right now though. Now I just want to go to bed and be held... Problem is no one is here to hold me. No one is here to tell me it's alright, that I will be fine and shit will turn out ok, instead I am greeted by chills of cold air to confront and not comfort me.

All of a sudden I feel strong hands rub my back. Normally I would of shot up to see who it was but instead I just cuddled in deeper and sobbed. To be honest I don't even remember sliding to the ground but it supports me like nothing ever will.

"Are you ok?" Oliver's sweet, low and quiet voice fills the frozen air that surrounds my body. He pulls something warm around me stand up, scooping me bridal style into his sturdy arms. He walks up steps and pushes open a door awkwardly, trying not to hurt me. He takes me into a room which must be his and lays me on the bed, pushing the sheets around my body as I lay wordless. 

Finally I find my voice as he starts to walk out of the room, "Thanks, come sit with me?"

We turn back to me and sits on his bed, running his hands threw his hair. "So, what's wrong Yarn?"

"Yarn?" I ask in confusion. 

His cheeks turn a light red before he speaks, "Sorry, It’s just a nickname."

"My nickname is May...." I say, probably sounding a bit peeved.

He laughs a little before saying, "And she returns!"

I take his comment as I return from my shock but I'm not convinced with my decision so I decide to ignore it.

"Hold me?" I ask. Not my best word choice but he seems to get the message and lies on the bed beside me.

---Oliver's P.O.V---

I lay beside Mayarna, holding her like she asked me too. The only problem is I don't know if I'll ever want to let go... This is so fucked up right now, I can't even think. Who would get such a beautiful woman knocked up and leave? I've only known her for a week and I am already in love with her... I mean, no I'm not! My stupid head!! It keeps sending my body mixed signals!

"So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" I ask, genuinely concerned in her troubles.

"It's just- Nothing, I don't want to drag you into this."

"Well, I'm already a part of it! Come on, I'm here, not trying to jump your bones and you won't talk to me!"

"You're probably just trying to get me into your bed."

"Actually, you're already in it...." I reply sounding a little smug. Maybe not the best time....

"Just hold me, please! I'll tell you later."

I take that as a better reply and leave it at that. She is lying into me so that my chest is against her back and my arms are wrapped around her. Nothing seems to matter to me right now besides her.

Suddenly my door bursts open and of course.... The one time I really just want to be left alone by sluts and they're inviting themselves in. Aubrey stands in my doorway and Mayarna shoots up into a sitting position. We must have fallen asleep last night because Aubrey is my morning call on Sundays.

---Mayarna's P.O.V---

I wake up with a scare, the door rips back and slams against the wall. A woman in a trench coat stands wide at the door way. What the fuck? The one time i get some comfort from someone, the one time I let my guard down near Oliver and this happens.... Prick!

I look over to see Oliver's face widen with suprise and panic, why does he even care?

"Hmm, Hey Oliver... and other person... I'll just- yeah," She says while walking out and shutting the door behind herself. What have i just entered into?

"I'm so sorry! I didn't- I - I, " He stutters.

"Save it! Its not like we're anything anyway..."

"But I- I like-" I cuts of his words really disinterested. I get up and grab my bag, walking out of the room and slamming the door behind me. Stupid Male whore! I was finally at peace and he gets some hooker or something to come over. The nerve of that ass! Why would he do that? Here's a better question, Why do i care? 

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So, sorry if parts of this aren't that great, I wrote half of it between classes and lunch times... Can be a bit awkward at times..... Also, I don't call woman sluts or anything like that. It's just for the story!!