18 And Pregnant: My Brothers Best Friend is a popular web novel written by the author Temera, covering BABY, ROMANCE, LOVE, FEMALE LEAD, MALE LEAD, FUNNY, PREGNANT, FORBIDDEN, AMERICAN, BROTHERS BEST FRIEND, Contemporary Romance genres. It's viewed by 7.4K readers with an average rating of 0/5 and 0 reviews. The novel is being serialized to 4 chapters, new chapters will be published in Webnovel with all rights reserved.
Piper Fitz, at the age of eighteen she's thinking of going to Yale and getting a degree, maybe becoming famous. She hadn't thought that she would be getting pregnant by Brett McCall. Brett McCall, your everyday nineteen year old, dashing, charming, sexy. He hadn't thought that repeating another year at high school would end with him being a father. I guess life really does throw stones at the ones who don't deserve it. ---------------- I stared at him in disbelief. Before I knew it, I had raised my hand a loud crack echoed through the hallway as my palm hits Bretts cheek. It was only then that I realized that we were the only people in the corridor. "Shut the fuck up Brett! You have hurt me too many times and I was stupid enough to forgive you, but now-" I sighed "-Now I have had enough. You can think I cheated on you but I know I didn't, nor would I ever do that to you or anybody else. You love to make other people seem like the bad guy, but it turns out that you are the bad guy. I will say this one last time, this baby is yours." "How am I supposed to believe that? I told you, I used protection!" "Well we weren't really worried about that at the time, were we? It seemed to me that you really did just want to get into my pants. You know I loved you, I still do but the hate overtakes the love I feel for you. I hate you because you can't trust me, I hate you because you can't believe me, I hate you because I love you and all I can think about is your cute dimples, your smile and the way you ran your fingers through my hair. I hate you because I can't hate you, trust me I really want to but I can't, I love you too much. You called me a slut and said I cheated on you last night, what you think of me hurts. You think I am dishonest and not loyal, you can't trust me. We were together for what, two weeks? You already can't trust me, doesn't that say something to you? I thought you would have been happy that I am pregnant with your child because I thought you loved me. Guess I was wrong."