Enemies with Babies

one || ibiza

I still had no idea what to do about my situation. There was a week left until graduation, and a week left before I finally finished this school.

Alexander and my dad still didn't know about the results I found. To be honest, I didn't even know how to comprehend this news myself, let alone tell anybody else.

I felt like telling Daisy, since out of everyone I know, I feel as if she would be the most easiest person to talk to about this. Though, the idea of telling anybody made me nervous.

I remembered the close call I had a few weeks ago, and how the results came out negative. The feeling I had of nervousness and panic faded away.

Now, I was close to losing my mind, especially since I was the only person that knew.

"Kelsie!" I heard a voice come from behind me.

Turning around to identify the person, I watched as Daisy ran up to me. She was holding a piece of paper, which flapped about in different directions.

"Hey, Daisy." I greeted her when she reached me.

I kept on eyeing the paper she was holding. She must've picked up on it, as she giggled and and slid it into her jean pocket.

"Don't worry. It's just a doctor's note to get out of gym today. I sprained my ankle, giving me a reason to get out of lesson." She explained.

I smiled and nodded. I was only a few weeks pregnant, so non-contact sports would be alright for me to play. However, considering the fact my gym teacher tends to get lazy with seniors on the last few weeks, I should be fine.

"That's great.." I told her.

Looking at the giant clock that hung on the wall in the library, I realised there was only ten minutes of lunch left.

"By the way, Alexander's been looking for you. He said you completely rushed out of biology class." She informed me.

It was true; I was avoiding Alex. How was I supposed to face him when I only just found out I'm carrying our baby? I didn't even know if I had the courage to face him without chickening out

"What do you expect? That i***t Mike is in that class. You really think I want to stay there any longer than I have to?" I explained to her, resting my head on my hand.

Pursing her lips together, she shrugged her shoulders. "That's true. But that doesn't explain why you're avoiding Alexander."

Taking I deep breath, I got up from my chair and slung my bag over my shoulder. "I'm not."

"You are, Kels. Either you blatantly ignore his existence at school, or you're distant whenever you two talk. He's worried." Daisy also got up, walking beside me as I exited the library.

So, Alexander told Daisy. Great. This meant he noticed the way I was 'detaching' myself away. Though at this point - I had a feeling it would be too late to think of an excuse other than the one I was hiding.

"Yeah, I'll talk with him when I see him." I said.

As we were walking, a group of sophomore boys wolf-whistled, with one of them saying, "nice bra."

Daisy looked mildly mad - if that made any sense - whereas I just looked annoyed. However, instead of just scoffing and walking away, I decided to throw the little fifteen-year-old boys a remark.

"Yeah, I know. Victoria Secret was impressed."

Daisy pulled me away as the boys just stared at each other. Though, once we were away from them, she giggled.

"That was a good one." She told me.

I smiled.

**

I frowned.

"What do you mean I can't go to Ibiza with you?" I asked my dad, a perplexed expression on my face.

Gina came into the room, her hands behind her back. My dad glanced over to her and smiled, before turning to me.

"Pumpkin, Gina and I haven't been anywhere together since our honeymoon. And, considering the fact you're graduating soon, wouldn't now be a good time?" My dad explain.

The majority of the reason that I wanted to go to Ibiza with them was because I didn't want to be alone for the three months they booked off. The time that they're in Ibiza will be the entire first trimester of my.. pregnancy, and for them to leave will make this difficult time even harder.

"Yes, but-" My dad sighed, putting whatever I was about to say to a halt.

"Kelsie, dear. You can always come away with us next summer. Or you can go on your own, considering you'll be eighteen." Gina tried reasoning.

"Where will I go, though? I can't just stay on my own for three months." I told them.

"With Daisy," Gina answered. "I'm sure her mother will agree to let you stay with her for a little while."

That was true. Daisy's mum was relaxed and didn't hold too many rules around Daisy. She didn't even ask too many questions, and occasionally let Daisy drink.

Whereas, my dad would probably faint if I said the word 'alcohol' around him.

"Can't you guys reschedule to next summer, then?" I contemplated begging on my knees for them to either drag me along with them or stay this year.

My dad must've picked up on it as he put on a worried countenance before pulling me into a hug.

"Kelsie, is there a reason why you don't want us to go?" He asked me.

My breath hitched in my throat. Now was not the best time to tell them, despite the fact I was about to just have a meltdown and sob my heart out.

However, if now wasn't the best time - when would it be? By the time they would come back from Ibiza I would be four months pregnant.

I pulled away, feeling a stray teardrop roll down my cheek.

No, Kelsie. Now is not the time to cry; you did this to yourself.

"Actually, there is something I wan to tell you two. But, please promise me you won't hate me." More tears streamed down my face, thanks to the terrible pregnancy hormones that rippled through me.

My dad and Gina glanced at each other, worried. They also looked concerned; a look I knew meant they immediately assumed the worst.

Though, they weren't wrong to.

"Of course we won't." Gina told me.

I kept opening my mouth as if to say something, but it seemed as if no words would come out.

"Honey, you can tell us anything." My dad tried soothing me.

I let out a shaky sigh. Now, Kelsie. Tell them before you completely lose it.

"I'm pregnant."