Page 2 of Pregnant By the Joc

I have been working since I forged my mom’s signature on a worker’s permit so I could wait tables at the diner. Every dime I make I save. When I turned sixteen, I opened one of those High School savings accounts and that is where all of my checks go. My goal is to save enough to leave this place and find somewhere to live while working and going to community college.

Then Cobi happened. Despite all of my protests, my attempts to ignore his six foot two, dark haired self and my refusal to date him, he wore me down. No, that’s a lie. He swooped in, rescued me, and never let me go.

From the first moment he talked to me, he has been a bossy asshole, telling me what to do, what not to do and taking care of me. It felt different, weird and new and I loved it. The first time one of his teammates tried to start a conversation with me, once word got out we were dating, he flipped his shit. He stood up in the cafeteria and announced I was his. I was his girl, his woman, his property. All questions, comments or conversations with anyone who didn’t have a pussy needed to go through him first. Can we say mortifying, but also oddly hot?

Right after making that scene, he took me into an empty classroom, and fucked me right up against the door. The entire time he was chantingmine.Thank God I had already lost my virginity to him.

The first time he took me home he introduced me to his parents as his future wife, I elbowed him, positive his parents would balk at that and turn their nose up when they found out where I lived, but instead his mom embraced me and whispered in my ear that her son is much like his father. I had no idea what she meant by that, but the more time I spent in their house, the more I come to understand. His father is dominant. Commanding. Bossy. Like Cobi, but neither of them do it just because they can. It is always to protect the women in their lives.

For example, we were eating dinner one night and his mother dropped her napkin on the floor. She bent down to pick it up and he pushed her chair back and placed his hand on the corner of the table, all to protect her head. I swooned so hard.

Then, Cobi and I went out with his Cousin Louis and his girlfriend Cecelia to dinner. Cobi and I were sitting by a wall, and I threw my head back to laugh at something and he put his hand behind my head so I wouldn’t hit it. My heart burst open that day. That was the day I fell in love with him. The little things he does to protect me or make me happy is what counts.

Which is why what I am about to do later today, is going to kill me on the inside, but I will sacrifice the pain to protect his future. It is the least I can do.

Dressed in what he picked out for me, I go into the bathroom to do my routine. Routine. That sounds like a funny word. I didn’t know women had beauty routines until his mother took me to Sephora and bought me all sorts of skincare and fragrances. She showed me how to use makeup and even bought me things for my hair.

Once I feel like I can smile even though I am dying inside, I walk downstairs. “There she is.” His mother says, embracing me and kissing my cheeks. “How are you this morning?” she asks, holding my hand while we walk to the table. I notice she is overly motherly lately, and I am a little confused.

“I am fine. Just another day,” I answer, looking at everyone. His parents smile at me, but Cobi is eyeing me suspiciously and it is making me a bit uneasy. I don’t like anything but his loving gaze and that predatory primal part of him that calls to me.

“Excellent. If that changes honey you come see me immediately, alright?” My mind begins to go through her words looking for hidden meanings because this is beginning to get weird. I mean they have always been nice to me and everything, but she is being overly…something and it is making me feel cornered. It could also be my guilt. So, instead of answering her, I nod my head and grab a piece of toast from the counter. I pull the pot of ginger tea I asked Cobi for last week and pour myself some, before heading toward the door.

“Are you going somewhere without me, Angel?” Startled, I turn to look at him and put my hand to my chest trying to calm my erratic heart.

“No, of course not. I was just getting my shoes on and grabbing my…” I stop because I realize my mistake.

“Grabbing your what?” he asks, leaning into my face. I lick my lips seeing that predatory gaze I was just talking about a moment ago. Cobi doesn’t like for me to carry my bookbag. He says the only bag I can carry is my purse or his balls. The one time I forgot that rule, he spanked me ten times, hard and wouldn’t allow me to come. I couldn’t sit for days.

“I… uh, was looking for my purse. The one that would go with this dress.” He doesn’t look like he is buying it but because I didn’t actually pick it up, there is not much he can say.

He opens the door for me the same as always, but something is off with us, and I know it is my fault. I mean how can it not be when I am lying to all of them, racked with guilt? In the car, we pull out of the lot when he gets a call coming in. I breathe a sigh of relief because it saves me from having to talk right now. From his end of the conversation I gather it is his coach giving him some information about changes to the plays and players.

By the time we pull up to the school, he has been on the phone the entire time giving me the opportunity to breathe for a second. “Hey Rip,” my best friend, Heather, says, walking up beside me and Cobi.

“Hey. Where’s Ivan?” He is her boyfriend although I think she can do better.

“He got suspended,” she says, scowling.

“What? I didn’t hear about that. What happened?”

“He got caught smoking pot in the locker room.” Of course he did. I am not surprised.

“Angel, do you need to put anything in your locker?” Giving my attention to him I shake my head.

“No babe. I’m good.” Smiling, I try to bring some lightness to his gaze, but he is still studying me too intently. Heather picks up on the vibe and coughs before excusing herself. We walk to my first class, and he pulls me to the side.

“I won’t be able to meet you after class. Seems Joe got injured doing a fucking climbing wall last night and now he is out for the season. Coach needs to meet with him now so we can run through the plays with the alternate.” I know he can’t stand it. He is going to be a bull not being able to be beside me between classes.

“I understand. I will be fine, Cobi, don’t worry.” On my tiptoes I try to reach him, but someone bumps me from behind and knocks me into his chest. I turn to see who it was, but he pulls me behind him and calls out.

“What the fuck is your issue, Leslie?” he confronts the head of the cheerleading squad.

“I have no clue what you are talking about, Joc. It was a simple accident.” She tries to sound sweet and reach for his jersey, but he grabs her wrist before it can touch him.

“Sure, Mali-hoe barbie. Just remember, you fuck with her, you fuck with me, and that you don’t want to do. And another thing, keep your hands to yourself. We wouldn’t want that wrist to get broken and that sports scholarship to get lost because we all know your daddy’s money can’t cut it.” Pursing her lips, she yanks her hand from his grasp and stomps her foot before scurrying off. Touching his chest, I get his attention trying to calm him.

“Thank you, babe but you didn’t have to do that. I am fine.” Once again I try to reach his mouth but that is not easy. Chuckling, he lifts me under my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

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