“Hey, Carter Daniels here. I’m sixteen years old and currently a sophomore in high school. You’ve probably heard of me, everyone has. I’m what you would call the local player around the school. Sure, it’s not the best reputation, but everyone has to get their name out there some way, right? Honestly, most of the rumors are all talk, not that I’d ever admit it. I’ve only slept with one girl in my entire sixteen years on this Earth. It all started one night at Freshman homecoming. The girl I went with asked if she could tell everyone I had taken her virginity. Sure, what the hell? The next thing I knew, everyone was claiming they had slept with me, all because she was popular and they wanted to be like her. Hey, I don’t care. The guys respect me for it and I have plenty of friends because of it. Sure, at times it feels like I’m living a lie and it does get pretty tiring keeping up this charade.
Majority of the time I act like a total ass, mainly because that’s what everyone expects me to be. But honestly, that couldn’t be further from the real me. I’m actually a really nice guy. Don’t give me that look, it’s true. I enjoy kicking back and watching Saturday night cartoons with my three year old little sister and pouring over my newest comic of the month. In all honesty, I’d do anything for anyone, especially my family, I’m a very caring guy. Not a jerk in the slightest. You see, my family is definitely my weak spot. My dad left my mom three years ago, after my sister was born. Not that he had ever been much of a father to me anyways. In fact, I hardly remember seeing him. He was always gone on “business trips.” Which seemed strange to me when my mom was working two jobs and still had trouble playing the bills and providing for me and my sister. When he was home he was always drunk and throwing things. The last night I saw him he tried to hit my mother. I was standing in the kitchen, watching the whole thing and sprung into action. I hit him in the jaw and grabbed a knife. Needless to say, he fled. He came back the next day for his things and we haven’t heard from him sense.
My mother seems happier now, much happier and I’m glad. My dad was a deadbeat and I vowed to never become anything like him. I’ve even picked up a job at the local sporting goods store to help with some extra cash. I can’t stand the idea of my sister never growing up to be able to afford the small things she might desire. I’m a family kind of guy, which might end up being a good thing. Why, you ask? I’ll be a father pretty soon. It all started on a summer night, I was with a few guy friends and we decided to crash the local carnival for the hell of it. I ended up meeting Shiloh Reynolds that night. We hit it off and started talking, and I found that I genuinely enjoyed her company.
There was something about her that I couldn’t shake. She was so beautiful, so sweet, so seemingly pure. Before I knew what I was doing, I was inviting her over to watch a movie. And literally, that was all I had in mind. I wasn’t ready to leave her side just yet. So we went back to my place and I legit did put in a movie. I asked her about herself and listened. She had been quiet at first, gradually opening up as I got to know her better. Before I knew what I was doing, I had leaned in and kissed her. It was just a kiss, yet it meant a lot to me. I felt something. A spark, if you will. It drove me on and she never stopped me either. That was the first time I had sex and honestly, protection had never even crossed my mind. She left right after and I could tell she was upset. I was ashamed as well. How would I feel if someone did what I had just done to my younger sister when she was older? I was disgusted with myself and couldn’t bring myself to talk to her for the rest of the summer, even though I desperately wanted to make things right. I couldn’t get the beautiful girl out of my head.
When school started back, I began to hear whisperings in the hallway. A freshman girl was pregnant. You see, that was unheard of in our town. In fact, the last teenage pregnancy had been my mothers’ when she had fallen pregnant with me. My heart went out to the girl. A freshman raising a baby? Surely she wouldn’t keep it. Then the girl’s name began coming up in conversations. Shiloh. I knew, I wasn’t dumb. I had been her first and she wasn’t the type of girl to sleep around. I marched up to one of my friends and demanded to know what was going on. He merely told me that Shiloh was apparently pregnant, he had heard it directly from one of her close friends, and that he parent’s had kicked her out a few days ago. Shell-shocked, I done a little investigating and soon found out she was staying with Kayleigh Garcia.
I had to know the truth. Surely she couldn’t be pregnant? After school I went directly to Kayleigh’s and confronted Shiloh for the first time in months. She looked so small, so fragile, so young and terrified. She was pregnant, it was true and it was all my fault. I left without a word, having no idea what to even say. I was sixteen. A sophomore. I had vowed to myself that I would make my mother proud of me, that I wouldn’t make the same mistakes my father did. But I hear I was, doing just that. I went home in, completely terrified to my wits end. My mother was home and asked me what was wrong. All I could do was cry. She held me for the longest time, simply comforting me while I let it all out. I told her between sobs what was going on and she merely held me, whispering reassuring things in my ear. I fell asleep with my head in her lap.
I stayed home from school the next two days, recovering from the news and shock. What was I going to do? Shiloh was pregnant and it was my fault. She was also homeless and it was my fault. I did the only thing I knew how to do. I went to my mother and asked for her help. The next thing I knew, we were at Kayleigh’s and my mom was telling Shiloh that she was going to come live with us. I didn’t protest, too ashamed and disgusted with myself to say much of anything. That’s how I was for the first few months of her living with us, anyway. Hey, I had just found out I was going to be a father. Could you blame me? The poor girl probably hates me and I honestly, I can’t blame her. I hate me too. But lately, I’m trying. I really do want to be there for the baby. I don’t want to be like my father. I want to be the best dad that I can be. Shiloh is a amazing girl and she deserves that much from me.
I asked to go to a the gender scan about a month ago, knowing that my mom usually accompanied her to those types of things. She said yes, much to my surprise. We found out it’s a boy. I’m going to have a son. In the privacy of my room later on that night, I cried. Merely from emotion and apprehensiveness. And maybe just a bit of joy. Shiloh and I are getting on better now. She’s so charming. The sweetest girl I’ve ever met and just so full of life. I can tell she’s hurt, but honestly it’s so easy to make her smile. I’d give anything to see her happy. I might even be falling in love with her. If only I could make her see that I’m not who she thinks I am. If only I could explain to her that she was my first. Maybe things would be different. Maybe we could have a chance at being a family. Me, her, and the baby. I’m going to do the right thing.”