Arranged and pregnant. With two different people.

“Cody” I grumbled
“What babe” he mumbled back
“Move you’re fucking hand”
“Why?”
“It’s on my face”
“I’m sorry”
I rolled my eyes
“Dude it’s taking up my whole face. Move it or I’m gonna lick you” I threatened
“Ohh she’s gonna lick me! I’m screwed!”
I stuck my tongue out, pulling it up the inside of his palm
“Oh yeah baby” He groaned loudly “Just like that”
“Ew you’re disgusting” I muttered, pulling his hand away from my face.
“But you like it”
“I sooo do not”
“You sooo do” He mocked, moving his head to face me. I shot him a look of annoyance.
“You’re not as funny as you think you are”
“Could say the same thing about you, Carts”
“Ah but that would be lying. And could you stop calling me ‘carts’?!”
He smirked “Hmm let me think… nope”
“Douchebag”
“Whatever” He said, propping his head up on his elbow “How’s A.S.S. doing?”
I groaned, rolling onto my back “I’m going to change the fucking name if you call him or her that”
“Aw but then it won’t have a fun name”
“I’ll get a fucking abortion if you don’t shut up”
“Have you ever seen pictures of aborted fetuses?”
“No…and I don’t want to”
“Come on” He said, sitting up abruptly. Cody grabbed my wrist, dragging me out of bed. I stumbled as I fell out, not wearing any pants.
“Dude let me put some pants on or something” I said, pulling my cami down
Cody looked over at me, smirking “Naaah. I like you better this way”
“Moron”
“Whatever loser”
“Idiot”
“Dumbass”
“Wimp”
“Retard”
“Pussy”
“Oh yes I love pussy” He grinned, pulling me over to his computer. Cody sat down on the chair, starting it up. I stood next to him, hip cocked, arms crossed.
“You’re so immature”
“You know it turns you on”
“No. It doesn’t. It turns me OFF”
“Its ok. I wont tell anyone”
“I’m going to put some pants on” I said, turning around. Cody wrapped an arm around my waist, not letting me go. He pulled back making me land on his lap awkwardly. My head almost hit the wall.
“Dude!”
“Hey baby” He grinned, not letting me up.
“Dude let me go” I fidgeted
“I don’t want you to wear any pants”
“You don’t realize how bad that sounds”
“You know what I mean” He winked
“Can you at least let me get comfortable?” I said, still fidgeting. Cody released his grip, helping me move so I sat on both legs. He rested his chin on my shoulder, reaching his arms around me to move.
“You realize this would be sooo much easier for you if you didn’t make me sit on you?”
“Yeah but you realize how much funner it is making you?”
“You’re a dick”
“But you like it”
“Not your tiny thing”
“You wish”
I pulled my shirt up, realizing how low it was.
He chuckled once next to me.
“You’re disgusting, you know that right?”
“Yup”
“Do something about it”
“Here” Cody typed in ‘Abortion’ into Google images and pressed search. I fidgeted slightly as it loaded, not even being able to imagine how bad they were
It loaded in seconds
Let me tell you something.
Don’t. Ever. Look. Up. Abortion. Pictures.
I put a hand to my stomach, not feeling so great anymore
“See? Still want to get an abortion?”
“Oh shit Cody” I muttered, quickly getting off him. I could feel it crawling up. Shit.
I ran into the bathroom, puking my fucking guts up.
Cody followed, pulling back my hair.
I leaned my elbows against the toilet bowl, using them for support.
“Shit” I muttered, as I puked again.
“Told you.”
“Oh my god that was the most disgusting thing ever” I shuddered “Is that what really happens?”
“Yeah…”
“Ugh! WHY WOULD YOU SHOW ME THAT” I said as loud as I could. My throat stung from the vomit though
“Dude. I’m serious. Don’t ever get an abortion”