Butterflies, Regrets and Strange Kisses: Chapter 9

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Ani- Thanks....hmmm this chapter might disappoint you.

Justine.A-lol yeah she is, but maybe she's had a change of heart???

Tavita K-Aww what made you cry? I hope your better now. Yeah read on, there's another shocker!

Jazzie-people can be incredibly irrational when they have been hurt....lol and don't I know it! Yeah Michael rushed into things and now he has to sort out some of his issues, as does Nick, Nia and Ivy need to as well....thanks for reading!
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*One Month Later*

Nia's POV
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A month had passed since my semi break up with Michael.....and I was fine. I was heartbroken at first but it didn't bother me as much as it had with Nick.....not that me and Michael were friends. He made a point to ignore me every chance he got.....mature much? So not....

I wasn't angry because he was ignoring me...ok a little bit, I was more angry because he said we could never be friends again and I wasn't sure if I deserved that type of punishment. Why couldn't he just forgive me???? And speaking of him why was he hanging around Ivy lately???

And why was she pregnant?? And who was she pregnant for?
She couldn't miss me with that blimp of a belly, it had shot up February and she was now all over the place....no longer could she deny that she was *gasp* with child. And although I felt that occasional nerve pinch telling me that it could be Nicks baby, I brushed it off. That's one of the things I had learned with the absence of Michael....to just brush things off and keep on moving, because I couldn't change how other people felt, just as I couldn't change their situations.

With Spring Break had passed my birthday and I was officially and adult, no longer could I clutch onto -teen...nope I was twenty...which meant I was getting old. And on our arrival back to school after Spring Break I made a point of getting rid of my nose ring...it was more of a liberation thing. I had tried for months to get over Nick, I had changed myself hoping to move forward, but it was all pointless. I loved him so much, not even a couple of months could stop my heart from beating fast whenever I saw him.

Then there were other guys, sweet talkers.....dudes who said nothing and meant nothing. They were all game and I wasn't hearing any of it....I was going to be single and I was going to find a way to enjoy my single hood.

Finally I was finding myself and it had taken so many years to do so.

I did however have one slight issue.....the fact that Nick had a girlfriend ticked me off a little bit. When he first started dating her he would tease me with 'are you jealous?' and then he just stopped. The moment he stopped I knew he was really into her, and it hurt....oh God it hurt so bad, but I couldn't do anything. I couldn't take my word back, I couldn't beg for him back...I couldn't. I had too much pride for that.....and I had so much pain for that.

But thanks to Miranda she was proving to be a really good friend and I accepted her advice graciously. She knew so much more than I did and it was as if she was an older sister to me, she was tough and being around her made me tougher. She was strong, durable and she was a fighter and she was without a doubt best friend material.

Still I missed Michael :-(
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Ivy's POV
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The cat was out of the bag. Yes the whole University knew that I was pregnant....nearly six months pregnant to be exact, how my belly had expanded so much within that one month was a mystery to me. One moment I was able to hide a growing belly and the next it was trying to hide me.

My roommates were gone yet again....me going out with them to the club and to parties was a thing of the past now that my feet were swollen and a big head was pushing against my uterus. I waddled from the kitchen and laid down on the couch with a jar full of sweet pickles on the floor.

Michael was a sweetheart, but I felt guilty about hanging out with him. He was Nia's first and foremost and I wondered how she felt seeing me walking around laughing with him at fat jokes. He wasn't my boyfriend, he was a friend someone I really needed and he listened to every word I had to say...and he was just amazing. But I had the feeling of being a boyfriend stealer and I didn't want to be that way at all, I really wanted to change. I wanted to be different and I wanted to be a role model for my baby....whatever it was. I would find out within a month if it was a he or a she.

Mama finally started talking to me again, I expected more cursing and yelling when she called me....but she did none of that. She expressed her regret that I had gotten myself into the situation and asked what the father would do and who he was. I told her I wanted nothing to do with the dad and for her please not to make me contact him.

I rubbed my rounded belly and sighed.

I was glad that Mama said she would help me just until I could get on my feet, she even offered to watch the baby.....but that meant I would have to go back home and finish school there. Dad was close by....but he wasn't speaking to me, when I told him all he did was hang up the phone, and when I called him back he didn't pick up at all. It hurt....but it was something I expected.

Since he wouldn't help I would have to go home....which wouldn't be so bad I guess. But the thought of my life changing dramatically really had me bugging. Mama told me all that I would have to do and I broke down one day and cried and cried and went so far as to wish I'd had an abortion.

I couldn't kill my baby, he/she was a person just like me and deserved to live and breathe and to experience life.

Knock, knock.

"Oh God." I groaned.

Now I would have to struggle to get up and answer the door. I did just that, sliding my feet along the carpet and then the linoleum before turning the doorknob and opening the door.

Nick.

Shizzzzzz.
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Nicks POV
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Evidence, I had all the evidence I needed that she was pregnant. I had been oblivious to the rumors, but thanks to Amber I was seeing for myself...and sure enough she was.

Was it my baby? That's the question I had asked as I ran up the stairs my heart thumping wildly in my chest and the sound of my own breathing made ragged by the thought.

What would Amber say if the baby was mines?

She was great, I hadn't expected her to be such a cool, down to earth girl and I was glad that she was my girl. She made me happy and I made her happy.

What would Nia say?

I shook my head hard and stared at Ivy's belly.

That Nia sh*t popped into my head every now and then...it came infrequently. I would experience brief flashbacks of my hands moving through her hair and her soft small nose pressed into the crook of my neck.

Honestly I hated it. I really did.

Amber was all I needed....but Nia just could not leave me alone. I could see her physically and be just fine, but the moment she popped into my head mentally I would fall to pieces and go back to the days when we were together and how much I lo-.....cared about her.

Now Ivy was pregnant. She tried to hide, she tried to cover up her stomach but I heard the whispers I just ignored it. But now I was going to find out. For once and for all.

I cleared my throat and ran my tongue over my dry lips.

"Is that my baby?"
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Ivy's POV
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I backed away from the door and he walked in closing the door behind him. We stood there for a moment in silence.

"Well." He urged.

I wish someone else had told him. Because now I had to tell him everything, my heart was too weak now for me to continue lying.

"No. It's not."

He nodded, "Well whose is it? Are you sure it is not mine? I'll be there Ivy, don't lie if its mines."

I looked down at my feet and took a deep breath. Then I raised my head and looked him full in the eyes.

"It is not possible, there's no way the baby could be yours."

His face contorted, "Wait what? What the f*ck does that mean?!"

I touched my chest and waited for the tears to escape my throat.They were in there waiting to be set free, but they still wouldn't come. Why couldn't I cry?!

"Because I n-...I n-"

"Say it!" He roared.

"I NEVER HAD SEX WITH YOU." I screamed back.

Nicks face changed completely....to confusion.

"W-what?"

"We never had sex.....I lied. I lied, it wasn't true...I just wanted I just w-...I'm j-....I'm s- sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

And that's when they came. Guilty hot tears. Burning me, just as I deserved to be burned.