Hope Gray was just a normal 18 year old girl who crushed over Jamie Campbell bower like any other girl.
Begging her mother until she would get her tickets for counterfeit concerts.
Today is again One of these days she would get a ticket for counterf...
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Not everything can be perfect,right?
2nd pov:
You don't know what to do.
Since your first time with Jamie he had asked you the next morning to be his girlfriend which you happily answered with an "yes".you were happy and met a lot,your mother still doesn't know it and so doesn't Sarah.
Sarah had moved in into your house cause she got thrown out for not paying the bills for almost a year so that she know lives in the guest room.
You and Jamie were like a perfect couple.you had gone on dates,sleepovers where you would always find the excuse "I'm staying at lizzies"it was the easiest cause Lizzie your best friend already lives alone and she is also the only one who knows about yours and Jamie's relationship so she always would have your back.
Now 2 months later things had gone a little more.
Last weekend you and Jamie couldn't keep your hand to yourself and had sex like the whole weekend until you'd have enough.
That was 2 weeks ago.
Now you were sitting on the corner of your bathtub waiting for the pregnancy test,hopping it will be negative.
Tears streaming down your eyes,not ready(if positive) to be pregnant not be a mother in general.
In fact you were only 18,having a whole life in front of you.
What would Jamie think of you.
What if he thinks you just used him,you never said that you love each other.
But you did love him.
Maybe a little more than a normal couple should.
——— 10 minutes had passed and you were still waiting a few minutes,too scares to look at the result.
"Please not be pregnant,please not be pregnant..."you whispered as you slowly walked over to the sink,hands shaking trying not to be too loud cause your mother and Sarah were downstairs.
"Okay...3...2....1..."you slowly looked at the test.
