Waterloo Road~ Gabriella & Hector Love Story (Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Forty Six- Not Knowing What To Do

I woke up on the bathroom floor. What just happened?!

I saw my Mum standing there, staring at me as if I was an idiot.

"What on Earth are you doing?" Mum asked.

"I was tired...?" I made up an excuse.

"I'll never understand you, Gabriella", Mum shook her head and left me alone in the bathroom.

I looked around the room, still oblivious to what was going on. I saw a pregnancy test scattered on the floor and that's when everything became clear again. Okay, so I must have blacked out from the shock.

I picked up the positive pregnancy test and quickly locked the door.

No. It's not true. It's probably a mistake. I'll try again.

I did the same routine and waited for the pregnancy test to show the results.

Still positive...

There is only one word to explain all of this.

Crap.

I leant against the bathroom wall and allowed myself to slide down until I hit the floor. I sat against the wall and had a small panic attack.

Then, I felt the tears splatter down all over my face. What am I going to do?!

I threw away both of the pregnancy tests in the bin.

Now, the problems I used to have with my eyebrows seems like nothing. This was a real problem.

I looked at my phone and realised that it was quite late so I decided to try and go to bed to calm myself down. I quickly ran to my bedroom and buried my head in a pillow. I think I must have cried for about...two hours? At least.

I couldn't sleep. I just laid there in the pitch black, worrying about all of the upcoming events.

I honestly, for the first time in my life, was speechless. Absolutely shocked.

Then, another terrifying thought entered my mind. Whose the father?! I slept with both Barry and Hector.

With Hector, I used a condom. I'm not sure about Barry. I learnt from a TV show called Friends that condoms only work 97% of the time.

It it was Hector, I know for a fact that he'd freak out. He wouldn't know what to do just like me right now.

Barry, on the other hand, would be shocked but, for some reason, I think he would handle it more efficiently.

Wait, no. I'm not saying I want it to be Barry. That would completely mess my life up.

I think the worst part would probably be telling them. I've always been bad at breaking bad news to people.

How would I even begin to explain?