Pitter Patter of Little Feet

Sh/it. The pregnancy test just came out positive. I haven't had my period. Oh, how will I tell Logan?
I sat in my room and cried that night. I didn't want a baby! I just wanted Logan!
His strong, muscular scent, his loving touch, his great body. He would leave me if I told him I was pregnant!
Hi, my name is Scarlet. I am head cheerleader and very popular. I'm a junior. Logan is quaterback in the football team. He is mine and will forever be mine. Even if he dumps me.
But why would he? He's always loved me, for who I am.
Ok, we've known each other since we were 10. I moved in down the street from him. We played at the park together, we wrote valentine's to each other. We loved each other since we met.
I showered and got dressed in my cheerleading uniform. I got my mom to drive me to school. I was very quiet and I kept to myself. Logan came up to me.
"Hi babe." he said stroking my hair. I started crying.
"What love? Was I too rough the other night?" he said in his oh-so-sexy voice.
I sniffled. "I'll tell you later. Meet me at the park at 8 near the roses."
He nodded and left.

I didn't want to go. But I did.
Oh, what a sl/ut I was.
I sat on the park bench, smelling the roses. He sat down next to me.
"What love?"
There was an awkward silence. I chose to break it.
"I'm pregnant." I said quietly.
He was silent, odviously shocked.
"Don't leave me!" I said, clutching his waist.
He shrugged me off and walked away into the misty night air.