Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
It is my senior year, and when I should be happy, free, frolicking with my boyfriend, and looking forward to the future, I am none of those things. Instead, I am lonely, scared, isolated, sad, and pregnant.
I broke up with my boyfriend the day I found out I was pregnant and cut myself off emotionally from everyone I love. Parents included. There is no need to ruin his life as well. We had a plan, and at least one of us should follow it.
Now, my mom is insisting I end this part of my life with a right of passage that threatens to uncover my secret and potentially change the course of everyone’s life.
I have kept the love of my life at bay, hid our most precious secret, and now, it will all come out. The question is, what will I be able to hold onto, and what will I lose?
Hunter
I had the girl of my dreams by my side. We had plans. I was blindsided and heartbroken when she ended it.
I vowed to get her back. When I learned why she ended it, I amped my plans up to get her back.
Prom was the perfect excuse to get back everything that was mine. I want it all.
Gwen Ayala is mine.
This is Book Two in the Heartstrings Dating Service Series by ChaShiree M. & M.K. Moore. This secret pregnancy, high school sweethearts, and high school pregnancy romance will pull at your heartstrings and give you all the feels.
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prologue
Gwendolyn
Four Months Before Prom
“Ugh. This freaking sucks.” I have been puking my guts out for the last hour, and I am over it. I have two tests sitting on the counter, staring me in the face, waiting for me to look at them for the life-changing result. Although I know this could possibly change my life, on the one hand, I want it to be negative, of course. I have plans. College plans and other plans and having a baby right now would derail, tremendously. On the other hand, having a piece of Hunter and me inside of me, this little human, would be amazing.
Feeling better about the outcome either way now, I pick up both tests, close my eyes, and take a deep breath before turning them over. “Shit!” There it is, in glaringly final colors. POSITIVE! All that bravado from a minute ago dies, and I fall onto the toilet. Within seconds, I am weeping for a future I don’t think I will be able to reach. I am weeping because of the disappointment my parents are going to feel, but most of all, I am breaking inside because this means I am going to have to break up with Hunter. Eighteen and pregnant.
Hunter is the love of my life. I know, I know. Everyone says that when they are in high school and have their first love, but I am serious. We both vowed to go to the same college and move in together our senior year in anticipation of graduation and marrying. For heaven's sake, we got tattoos together with the date of the moment we met.
Hunter and I have dreams, you know. I want to go to college to be a teacher. I have always loved helping people and teaching, which is why I am currently working part-time at our local private tutoring center.
Hunter wants to be an accountant. He has a knack for money and numbers. I have never seen a person who can answer any math equation in their head like him. He secretly wants to handle the business end of his father's construction company when he is done. He hasn’t said it, but that is the feeling I get.
Our plan is to go to the University of Georgia together and graduate together. But now, that can’t happen, at least not for me, but I won't be selfish and do that to him. Hunter is one of the sweetest, most caring guys I know, and he deserves better. Oh, did I mention he is hot? I mean, picture a tall, 6 '3'’ Zac Efron with green eyes and chestnut hair. Yeah, see, hot.
Putting my hands in my head, I dread what I must do today at school. I look at my book bag, and my lips begin to quiver. Slowly I get up from the toilet and walk into my room. Instead of walking out the door, I find myself sinking further into my bed. Maybe I will be sick today and blow my life up tomorrow.
prologue
Hunter
Two Months Before Prom
“I’m sorry, Hunter. I can’t do this anymore. I need to be free.”
“Free?” I questioned. “To do what?” I was so confused.
“To see other people.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m too young to settle down. I want to be free to see what else is out there. Don’t wait for me. I’m not coming back.”
“Gwen…”
“I’ve made up my mind, Hunter.”
“Why are you doing this?” I asked, dangerously close to tears.
“I have to. You’ll thank me one day. You’ll see.”
No, I don’t believe that I will. I’m supremely glad I didn’t say anything to her that I’d regret, but I still can’t believe she did this to us. It’s been two of the worst months of my life, and everyone has been telling me to move on from her, but how do you move on from the other half of your soul? I couldn’t move on from her at gunpoint. The day we met will forever be on my mind. It’s tattooed on my chest as well as her name. 8-13-2020: the first day of freshman year. We didn’t go to the same middle school, but I thank God we were in the same district for high school every day. The freshman got assigned lockers when they picked up their schedules on the first day. Ours were right next to each other, and the rest is history. She was my first everything, and I was hers. We had plans. She was going to be my wife, and I won’t accept anything less. I don’t know what happened. She blindsided me and broke up with me. My heart shattered, and now she won’t speak to me. She looks awful… sick… we both do, but she won’t let me fix whatever I did wrong. I can’t function; I can’t breathe without her.