Let's just say that we hoped the boys who went into the locker room, after practice, watch where they walked once Jack and I finished our business because lemme tell you, Jack rocked my world on that tiled floor. The way he made me feel let me know that he was sorry, and I think the way I sounded and how loud I moaned allowed him to know that I forgave him. We were on that floor for what felt like hours, and my back was killing me afterwards. Not just from the fucking but because of that hard tiled floor. Now, I know why beds are the common places to fuck.

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I had slept over Jack's that night. I didn't want to go home, to be honest, because what Jack and I had at that very moment was too good to just go home and conclude. As a result, I stayed with him in his, sadly now, quiet home. I planned on staying for a few days, if mama and papa allowed me, because I knew Jack would really need me. I mean, come on, he just lost his parents! He needed me right now more than anyone on this damn planet, and I planned on being there for him every step of the way.

I awoke that morning to Jack shuffling around the room. He was butt naked, and he was trying to find clothing to wear to school that day. I admired his amazing body. God, I loved his muscles, and it made me crave that they were fucking me once more. However, we had no time to get in a quick fuck before school, so I dragged myself out of bed and made my way over to the mirror he had in his room. I wore no shirt to bed that night, so I could see my bump clear as I day as I stood sideways before the mirror. My reflection was something I was beginning to admire and cherish; my baby was growing which was an amazing sign.

As I rubbed my hands around my gently, Jack waltzed over and wrapped his arms from behind me. My eyes widened, for this exact moment resembled the scene I imagined in my head, in the locker room, those few months back. I melted into his touch, resting my head against his which was on my shoulder. His hands were on top of mine which made my cheeks flush into a pinkish-red color. I felt the small flutters of the baby inside of me, and I sensed that the baby knew their other daddy was finally there with them. We just stood there in silence together, massaging my tummy and whispering sweet nothings to each other while placing soft kisses against our lips. We finally broke apart when we were only mere minutes away from being late to school.

Upon arriving to school, Jack ran over to the passenger side door for me and yanked it open. I looked at him with a funny look, laughing. "Why, thank you, Speedy Gonzalez." As I reached for my bookbag, he grabbed a hold of it. I whined out, "Come on, Jack, I want to carry my stuff!"

"Hey, I want to help you, okay? Can I do that for you?" he asked me with a pout. I groaned with a roll of my eyes.

"Fine, fine. But, don't make me look like some incapable swine around school, okay? I don't want anyone starting shit."

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I sat in English, listening to my headphones. Our English teacher was out today, so we had a sub who didn't give two shits as to what we did. So, I put my headphones on and began to listen to some Blink-182. Beside me was Jack, who pulled a seat on my free side where Brendon wasn't at. He was holding onto me, rubbing my belly, as he listened to his own music on full blast. As one of my favorite songs popped on, Adam's Song, I felt a tap upon my shoulder. I looked over to find the tap was from Brendon. I pulled out an earbud and asked, "What's up?"

"Hey, I don't mean to bother you, but I was wondering if you'd want to come to my marching band competition tonight. The school's holding it, and afterwards, I'm going to go to Burger King for dinner. I wanted to take you along." I smiled at the offer. I loved our school's marching band; they were extremely talented. Brendon was apart of it, for he played the drums. The offer was sweetened and practically closed when Burger King got involved. With a watering mouth, I asked,

"Can I bring Jack along?" Brendon looked over at my boyfriend who was completely lost in his musical trance as he played air guitar and lip synced. Brendon's eyes soon met back to mine.

"Um, well, I thought it could just be you and I. We don't get much time to hang out together, so I thought you and I could go together." The offer was great, but leaving Jack behind just didn't sound good at all. Then again, Jack would understand me wanting to hang out with a friend; I don't think he'd get mad.

"Sure, then. What time should I meet up?"

"It starts at 6:30, okay?" Brendon looked like he was going to explode with happiness. Nodding, I gave him a genuine grin.

"Awesome. I'll definitely be there to cheer you guys on." With that, our conversation ended. I sat at my desk for another 35 minutes listening to my Blink-182 soundtracks before the class conclusion bell rang. I got up along with Jack, who was now holding my hand, and walked out of class. As we walked down the hall, Jack looked over at me and asked,

"You free tonight? I thought we could go see a movie or something." I looked up at him with a shocked yet saddened expression. Of course this would happen to me; I would have two offers in one night from two people I cared a lot about.

"O-Oh, well, uh," I stammered like an idiot, "I actually got an offer from Brendon to go see his marching band competition tonight, and he's taking me to dinner afterwards. I kinda wanted to go." My words made Jack's face tense up and drain from a positive expression.

"Oh. Um, okay then. That's fine."

"Jack, I'm --"

"Alex, don't apologize. I can change the plans for another night, okay?"

"Jack," I stopped us in the middle of the hall. Yeah, I heard the people grunting and moaning, but they could shove it, "on Friday I have my ultrasound to find out the gender of the baby along with finding out the health stats of it. Why don't we save our day out for then? It could be a big, happy, special day." My words made Jack's face light up once more. Damn, was I good or what?

"That sounds amazing baby. Do you at least want me to drive you to the competition?"

"No, I can walk, but thank you for the offer. I need to head off to History, but," I leaned up to meet up to his ear, "meet me in the janitor's closet after second period. I want to see you." Without another word, I slapped his tight, toned ass before skipping off to History. I was good and a total slut; Alex, you really out do yourself.

Notes

So, I would like to say that I am so happy to see that we're in the top 3 stories on the popular list, that's awesome. Plus, we're almost at 1000 reads! Even more awesome !!!

what's going to happen in the janitor's closet? stay tuned to find out c;

xoxo krys