slut ; zayn malik

12; Babies

The immigration reform isn't happening, man. Obama tried, but it died. Fucking republicans.

Children are evil. That's always been my number one thought on children. I was one hundred percent sure I was never going to have one and that there was no need to have one. I've always liked babies, though. It's just once they are able to talk.... ew. Cause then you have to raise them and teach them between right and wrong, but you could do it wrong and turn them into a terrible person and, ugh. It's just too much for me. I was sure I would never have to handle children other than my cousins. But Diana had to ruin my sense of security.

So, we were walking home from school (My dad said my car needed a few repairs so I'm not gonna have it for a while) when Diana just suddenly tells me her period is late. Now, I love Diana, but I'm walking home with my feet aching and a text from my nanny telling me she made chiles rellenos for dinner so I just want to get home. Sadly, it seems that this is going to be a long walk. So, we're walking and she's telling me about her steamy night with Trayvon the other night to celebrate their one year anniversary. She said he put on a condom and it was on correctly, but for some reason her period is a week late. I tell her that periods move a lot and she shouldn't be alarmed because condoms are our saviors. But on the inside, I'm thinking about how condoms only work 96% of the time and that using both those and birth control is the only effective way of getting it on without getting a present.

We concluded to just go to the convenience store down the street and buy a pregnancy test where the cashier lady gives us weird looks and I mumble to her to piss off before walking out of the store like a badass. Then, we make our way to my house, where of course the chiles rellenos are begging to be eaten but I have to be strong. So I keep my demon-like hunger to myself for the sake of friendship.

Which leads us to where we are now: Sitting in the toilet, waiting for a stick with Diana's gross pee on it to tell her what her future contains.

"Don't you think Tray should be here with you instead of me?" I mumble.

"It's just cause I want to be sure. I don't want to give him a false alarm and scare the shit out of him," She grunts into the palm of her hands before handing me the little stick.

"Ew, that has your pee on it, I'm not touching it!" I screeched.

"Oh, grow up, Lucia. Just take it!" She yells and I do. You're not my mom, I whine in my head. Deep down, I know she (figuratively) is, but I'll never admit that to her. I look at the results and get an idea.

"Do you want a baby?" I ask.

"I-I don't know. I've always really liked kids.... but I'm young and I still have college... and what if Tray doesn't want kids.... I-I... I really don't know. Yes? But, at the same time, no? Does that make sense?" She answered.

"No, it doesn't. But the truth is...." I hesitated, "You're not pregnant."

"Oh my God," She sighed in relief and ran her hands through her hair. The look of peace that came across her face was once in a lifetime. I'd never seen her so stressed before. All these years of her being the independent and strong girl who always knew what to do. Now, to suddenly see her break down like that was quite a sight.

"C'mon, Nana made chiles rellenos today!" I cheered before dragging her down the stairs and into the kitchen where we greeted my nanny. My mother and father were away a lot when I was young, so they hired Fernanda to care for me. I just call her Nana though. When I was young I couldn't pronounce her name correctly, so it just stuck.

"Hola, Nana," I kissed her cheek before walking over to get a plate and putting the stuffed pepper on it. I got some rice and tortillas before walking to sit back down. Diana sat down next to me and we ate in silence.

"Mija, what were you and Diana doing up there?" She always pronounced Diana's name in Spanish. Dee-Ana.

"Oh, just looking through some stuff, Nana, don't worry," I mumbled before stuffing my face so she wouldn't ask anymore.

When we were in the middle of eating, I got a call. It was strange since I never got any calls after school, unless it was Diana or James, but it wasn't them. It was Zayn.

"What the hell do you want?" I whispered into the phone after excusing myself to answer the call. His voice was scruffy and I could hardly hear him. He sounded a bit intoxicated.

"Lucia, m-my dad just kicked me out of the house.."

Alright it's time to educated y'all selves on some Mexican food. Chiles Rellenos are basically these peppers that are stuffed with cheese and covered in egg. They're amazing and my favorite. I'm sure y'all know what mija and hola is so no need for that, but if you don't it's cool. You can just ask me :)

~Judith