Phoebe's POV"You're what?!" Cole yelled. Let's say my best friend looked angrier than I imagined my mom would be if I broke the news to her. I was beginning to rethink telling him. The shout went straight into my head and gave me a minor migraine. I rubbed my forehead mildly. "Can you please not shout like that again?" I timidly requested."Are you fucking kidding me Phoebe? What do you mean you're pregnant for Asher?!" He thundered, completely ignoring my polite plea. I groaned.The ice cream had melted due to neglect.I had showed up at Cole's place earlier, this was his reaction.When he had seen me, seen the state I was, he just hugged me and that was when I let all my emotions loose. His parents weren't home from work and his step sister was volunteering for a local public speaking group. I cried into his chest as he gently took me to his room. His bed was untidy when we had walked in, but he managed to push everything onto the floor to create room for me to sit. He mad
Asher's POVThat kid, Cole Frederick sure had it in him. I may have underestimated his abilities but tonight he proved me wrong. I stood in front of the toilet sink trying to wash my bloodied nose and mouth. The fucking moron had given me a broken nose and a busted lip. Not bad. Not fucking bad. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. He was right about everything he said about me. I've always been a sick fuck. Wanting the world to think I'm this arrogant, careless bastard who didn't give a fuck, but I wasn't. I tried my best to maintain character all these while trying to impress myself and my father but not for once getting that satisfaction. I grabbed the towel and wiped my face. I've always liked Phoebe, more than I cared to mention. Back then when we were in fifth grade, I had wanted to talk to her but fucking Cole was always with her. At first, I had thought they were dating and that had got me really pissed. I had developed strong hatred for him. He was always the go
Phoebe's POVI wondered what was up with Asher today.Funny how he'd make a rule that I steered clear of his face and insulted me when I don't do it only to come doing the same thing. The hypocrite!I watched as he chatted with that girl from yesterday all the while making eye contact with me. I turned to see that Cole was the next in line to be served. He had insisted that I go get us comfortable seats.Cole showed up this morning with a bruised face and when I had asked he had said he got involved in a mini accident, in which he was carrying some boxes down the stairs.He had tripped and found himself face planted on the floor at the end of the stairs.But when I noticed that Asher's face had similar bruises, I began to think that my best friend never tripped from the stairs afterall. I spotted Asher walking towards me.What the hell did he want now? Didn't I make it clear when I said I didn't want to talk to him earlier?OK, maybe I didn't actually mean it, but still..."I nee
Phoebe's POV The following days at school were much more traumatic than the previous. Guilt hovered over me like a ghost. I had the feeling that everyone knew I was pregnant, like it was written on my forehead. I felt that ever single snicker, ever single jeer or giggle was directed towards me. I sat beside Cole in history class. He seemed to be the only one paying attention because most of the other students had dozed off. Some were even snoring loudly to shoo the teacher out. The teacher was unmoved anyway. She was known for her popular statement: "Students pretend to listen to their teachers and then cheat their way out of a class. We teachers will continue to teach anyway.” She wasn't actually wrong to some extent though. "Phoebe are you listening to me?" I heard Cole whisper. "Yeah?" "I was thinking about our karaoke plans last night, maybe we should cancel the whole thing and focus on the more pressing issues." He explained with his eyes faced towards the teacher. "You
Phoebe's POV"W-what are y-you talking about m-mom?" I stammered.Suddenly she waved something that was in her hands and threw it down to the floor.I looked to the floor.Oh shit! It was the pregnancy test strip from days ago.Why the hell did I not remember to dispose of that shit properly?! My brain searched for responses quickly. This was one of those times that hour brain was in charge of you and not the other way round."You can't even tell if it's actually mine, mom!"Even I was surprised at my own lie. Mom's eyes bolted in anger."You think I'm a fool, young lady?"Before my mind could register what was going on, mom was calling on dad to come attend to an emergency.Diego was trying to calm the situation and what else, I was speechless and all I did was cry the words out.Dad's anger had no bounds.I had failed them both.It did not take long before mom also bursted out in tears. I could only hear a few of dad's words."Seventeen, Phoebe, you're just seventeen and you're pr
Asher’s POV"Phoebe is there anything you would like to say?"Her dad asked. It seemed like he was struggling to get his words out."No."Phoebe shook her head and whispered."It's okay dear, you don't have to say anything," Her mom said and walked to her tenderly squeezing her shoulder.That was when I noticed the other guy with the scar on his jaw. He stole a quick glance at me and looked away.I managed to restrain myself from taking any silly action because I was going to deal with him later. I was broken that Phoebe still didn't look in my direction.All of a sudden, I heard someone yelling Phoebe's name from the front porch.It was Cole."Hey," he greeted everyone breathing so heavily that I thought he'd run down here."Did you know about this too?" Phoebe's dad asked.A part of me hoped he denied so I could prove to Phoebe what a terrible friend he was.But no, today was not my lucky day."Yeah I did," Cole replied and then turned to me.I purposely gave him an angry glare.Wh
Asher's POV I did not remember moving away from Phoebe's family living room last night. I found myself in a strange and smelly room. My throat felt sore from all the yelling. I sat up and tried to take in my surroundings. It was then I realized that I had slept on an old couch in the same room with my long lost friend. No wonder the room was so smelly. "I was hoping you'd die in your sleep," he said looking up from his laptop. "Yeah, good morning to you too, sweetheart," I sneered at him. He closed his laptop and stood from the bed. "It's a small world after all. We finally meet again," he said letting out a stupid laugh. I rolled my eyes and managed to stand. "How's Phoebe?" "I'm pretty sure she's perfect without you around. Now get ready, your dad's coming to pick you up." I grunted and balled my fists, trying hard to restrain myself. I was going to have to deal with him later. I left the room, closing the door with a bang and made my way to Phoebe's room. The door was
Phoebe's POV “Dear diary, I'm currently in a phase of life where I have to make a decision. It's either I choose between the devil and the deep blue sea.” “On one hand is my dad telling me to terminate the pregnancy or leave the house, on the other hand is Asher asking me to move out with him to a far away place. Away from home. I'm just so confused and upset. Why does dad have to make things so hard? I love him but I'm not listening to him on this one.” “I'm seventeen and almost an adult in a month's time. What better opportunity to exercise my adulthood than this?“ I sat on my bed jotting into my diary. Meeting Asher tonight was something else. I thought maybe he was going to come up with something better to tell me about the pregnancy, but the only option he brought was that we moved out of city. That meant a lot of things. Like living alone, getting a job and paying for a house because there was no way my dad was going to be paying for a place for Asher and I. I don't kno