"Jack! Oh, fuck, Jack!" God, he knew exactly where that bundle of nerves was in me, for he was ramming the tip of his dick into it with every thrust. My body was pressed against the wall while my hands wrapped themselves around the rusty bars of the chemical shelf. My teeth were gnawing at the bottom of my lip so hard that I could taste blood in my saliva. The aroma of bleach and sex bombarded my nostrils, but I didn't fucking care. Jack was fucking me way too good to worry about what I was smelling or even tasting. Once again, he hit that spot in me, a moan ripping from me. "Oh! Right fucking there, baby!"

"Yeah, Alex?" Jack growled against my shoulder. He removed one of the hands he hand on my waist to slap it harshly against my ass. I squealed like a hurt puppy.

"Yes, Jack! Yes! I love it, baby!" I sang. Jack gave me another slap against my, now, red bruised ass which earned him another squeal from me. My body was on fire and covered in sweat while my gut was clenching together like a tightened fist. He, again, bashed the tip of his dick into my prostate, and soon, I was yelping out, "I'm going to fucking cum! H-Here it --" My orgasm cut me off from my warning. My dick spewed it's white, thin juices all over the chemical bottles. My orgasm was enough to send Jack over the edge, and I could feel his juices drench my walls in sweetness.

We both rode out our orgasms for a few minutes, Jack remaining in me and us both heaving in and out to regain our steady breathing. Once we were given back our composure, we pulled ourselves off of each other and got dressed. I was about to head out of the janitor's closet when I was pulled back by Jack. I looked at him with pinched brows. "Yeah, babe?"

"Just, you know I love you, right?" he sighed. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Babe, you always show me how you love me, so how could I forget?"

"I just don't want you to think that, what I did in past, meant I didn't love --"

"Jack," I had to cut him off; I didn't want to hear about the past anymore, "no more about that, okay? I forgave you. I don't want to talk about that anymore. I love you, and I know you love me. No more sadness, okay?" I walked over and kissed his lips softly. Pulling away, I poked his nose with mine. "Now, get your butt to class before we get caught."

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I clutched my hoodie to my body as I walked over to the football field which was holding the marching band competition. There were hundreds of people there along with dozens of bands from different schools. I had made it there just in time though, for our band was beginning to perform. I walked over to one of the empty benches and plopped down. I kept my hoodie close to me because honestly, I didn't need anyone questioning, staring, or snickering at me about my pregnant belly. Not today, and honestly, not ever. Plus, it was pretty chilly.

The drum major was someone I knew, Taylor Jardine. She was a sophomore, and I knew her from her boyfriend, who played on the lacrosse team with me. She gave the commands for the band before beginning the first number of the performance. I watched Brendon move around the field like a ballerina; he was doing so well. I clapped, along with the entire audience, as each song concluded. And, finally, when the band concluded their line up of songs, the entire stadium gave them a standing ovation. I cheered out for Brendon, yelling, "Yeah! Go Bren!" Somehow, he heard me because he turned to me, a bright smile on his face, and waved at me with one of his drumsticks.

The band ended up winning first in their division. When the competition ended, I met up with Brendon at the entrance of the stadium. My stomach was growling like an angry lion, so I was kind of glad Brendon was taking me to dinner. I waved at him as I caught up to him. "Hey, Brendon! You did so good tonight!" I provided him with a small embrace.

"Thank you so much, Alex. I am so glad you could make it tonight. Why don't we head out to eat? Where would you like to go?" He was letting me choose? Why did I get to have such an honor? I shrugged.

"I mean, I'm kind of in the mood for some Burger King. If that's alright?" Brendon nodded and dragged me over to his car.

"Of course! Let's head out, okay?"

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We sat at a booth at the end of the restaurant. I had a triple Whopper in front of me along with a large fry and drink. Yeah, I have to say that I was pretty hungry. Plus, the baby had me craving something as large as a triple burger. As I took another hunk of the meaty goodness, Brendon peeked in with, "So, I see you and Jack are back together and happy." His tone was pretty low. I looked up, and with a full mouth, I responded.

"Yeah. He apologized, and we made up. I'm glad we're okay again. I didn't believe I could go on with this on my own."

"So, this means you're keeping the baby?"

"Well, for now, I guess so? I mean, I know Jack wants to."

"You're only doing it because of him?"

"I mean, I want to do what makes him happy. But, it'll make me happy too, don't get me wrong. But --"

"You're only doing this to please him? That's not healthy, Alex." Lately, interrupting me wasn't a good idea. I couldn't stand it when it was done to me, but when I did it to someone else, I hadn't had a care in the world.

"Look, Brendon," I grumbled, "if I keep the baby, it's for both of our happiness. I am not doing shit to please him. Plus, I haven't even decided if I am keeping it, and if I don't want to, I'll let Jack know, and we will discuss that, but as of now, I am thinking of keeping the baby." My snippy tone took Brendon aback, and he frowned as he slumped down in his seat.

"Sorry. I was just wondering." I knew I was rude, and I felt awful. I grabbed his hand and rubbed my thumb against the skin.

"I didn't mean to snap. It's the hormones, you know? I'm sorry." Brendon then leaned closer to me, so we were nose to nose. I looked at him with confusion.

"I could never stay mad at you. I forgive you, pumpkin." With that, he smashed our lips together. My eyes widened to the size of bowling balls, and my lips never once kissed back. When he pulled away, he cupped my cheek with a smile. "I've always thought you were cute." I was looking at him with shakes going through my limbs.

"I-I," I stumbled with my words, "I need to go to the bathroom." I shot up and ran to the bathroom as quickly as I could. Slamming the stall door, I knelt down and began to vomit in the toilet. My head was spinning. Everything was happening at once: the pregnancy, Jack, and now, Brendon. I needed a break because if I didn't, I'd lose my mind.

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