Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

I loved you, but not anymore.

Custom User Avatar
More by this author
I walked to my locker to put my books away after my boring, English class, and that was when I saw him walking my way. He was three years older, and absolutely adorable! He was a real gentleman, and everyone knew it. And to make it even better, he was mine.

Troy and I had been dating for over three months. I was a freshman, and he was a senior. We didn’t care about the age, though.

“Hey, Babe.” He said, coming up to me and putting his arm around my waist.

“Hey,” I kissed his cheek.

“Are we hanging out after school today?”

I nodded a joyful nod. “You should come over to my house today.” I announced.

“I thought that your dad wouldn’t let me in your house?” It was a question. My father didn’t agree with the age difference between Troy and me, but that wasn’t going to stop me.

“Well, he won’t, but he is out of town.” I explained. “The house will be empty.”

“Oh really?” He raised his eyebrow like he normally did when an idea intrigued him. I shook my head, and rolled my eyes with a small giggle as he pulled me closer.


Two weeks later.

“Troy, I’m pregnant.” I told him in a silent classroom that I had forced him in to talk.

“You cheated on me?” He was angry.

“It’s your’s!” I exclaimed.

“No, it’s not.” He stated, and then walked out of the room.

I was a freshman in high school, and not only was I pregnant, but I was officially alone.




Join the Discussion


This article has 2 comments. Post your own!

lily1411 said...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 7:30 pm:
this probably one of the most raw things that I've read so far. and that's a compliment. If it became a book, put me on the waiting list:)
 
Reply to this comment Post a new comment
 
Chickadee said...
Jan. 25, 2010 at 12:50 pm:
I really like this! My mom was actually a teen mom... with me. She was 15 when she got pregnant and 16 when she had me. She's only 31 now.... do the math.
 
Reply to this comment Post a new comment
 
Site Feedback