Dangerous Attraction

12|Now You're Talkin'

𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓪'𝓼 𝓟𝓞𝓥

I awoke the next morning feeling pretty nauseous for some odd reason.

In a flash, i hurried straight out of my room and into the bathroom.

Once i made it to the toilet, i kneeled down at the bowl and started vomiting into it.

Damn, was it something i ate last night? Because this seemed to be very unusual of me.

...

30 minutes into the lecture, i kept feeling like i wanted to puke some more, which was somehow giving me the thought of being possibly pregnant.

But no...

That couldn't exactly be the case.

So i simply stood up and darted out of the lecture room in an abrupt manner without even politely asking to leave for a bathroom break.

Hmph, Miguel's influence.

I made it to the college's bathroom station and immediately threw up into the toilet once i reached one of the stalls.

Oh, god, no! What was this?

Another stupid ass day?!

I decided to not return to the lecture because i couldn't stand the thought of relentlessly taking pointless bathroom breaks during the lecture i was already semi-paying attention to!

So i hopped in my car and decided to make a little trip to the pharmacy.

...

After returning to the apartment and making my way to the bathroom, i tried taking a pregnancy test just to be 1000% sure that i wasn't already carrying a bun in the oven.

I hope not... I still kinda want my freedom i have left over, at least.

Then finally after having to wait about 5 measly ol' minutes for the results, i checked the pregnancy test again only to see that...

The results came back positive. Fuck.

...

I went to go visit Miguel's dorm later that day and honestly, i hated the idea of feeling obligated to go talk to him, but oh well, fuck it.

I wanted him to know that this was his doing.

I had knocked on the door about 5 or 6 times and there was still no answer.

I mean, it sounded like he was on the phone communicating in Spanish with someone on the other line.

So i tried knocking again for the seventh fucking time until the door had suddenly flung open.

Miguel immediately turned the phone away from his ear as he shot me a fiery glare.

"Seriously?! Why the fuck are you bangin' on my damn door like a fuckin' psycho?" He said, angrily through gritted teeth.

Great, he already seemed irritable.

"I knocked several times and i just thought you were trying to ignore me." I answered meekly, barely looking him in the eye.

He shut his eyes as he sighed, trying to regain his cool.

He opened his eyes again and calmly said, "Okay, well, i'm on the phone, soooooo..."

"I came to tell you something." I stated in a dulcet tone.

"Oh..." He plainly said, unsure if it's about the breakup. "Well, in that case, step on in."

He stepped aside and i easily let myself in as he shut the door.

Then he turned to me and said, "Just lemme finish this and then we'll talk."

"Kay." I said, smiling sweetly.

He pressed the phone against his ear again as he made his way back over to his bed.

"Si, si. No, esa era mi novia."
𝙴𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍.

After waiting and listening to him conversing in Spanish on the phone for 20 minutes and some change, he finally hung up and focused his attention on me.

"Sorry, that was my cousin. Uh... what was so urgent again?" He asked as he frowned.

"I'm pregnant, Miguel. I found out this morning."

No hesitation, straight to the point.

I bit my lip nervously as i wondered how he was going to take it.

His frown deepened. "What the fuck? I don't want no baby by you!"

Well, that didn't sound too good... just like i thought.

"How the fuck you even end up pregnant already?" He asked, sounding silly as hell.

Uhhh, does he seriously not remember all of our constant escapades?

I folded my arms as i said, "Um, all our countless times of fucking? Especially when the few times i tried to hand you a condom, but of course you'd always just toss it to the side as if protection wasn't a real thing."

He clicked his tongue before he said, "Man, whatever! I say get rid of it. That's the least you could do for dumpin' me."

My eyes felt like they were about to pop out of my head!

"What do you mean 'get rid of it?' 'Get rid of it' as in 'abort it?'"

"What the fuck you think i mean?! You know we're not in no position to be raising a fuckin' child!" He scoffed, adding, "I know i'm not! I still got shit to do out here and i won't allow no damn baby to cramp my style!"

He grabbed up one of his cigarettes and lit it up.

I tried to think of something that would get him to accept this growing baby of his... some way or somehow.

"Well then, how 'bout this?" I suddenly began as he regained my attention, emitting puffs of smoke from his mouth.

"If i agreed to move to Miami with you, thennnnnn... would you agree to let me keep the baby?" I bit my lip in hopes he would go along with the compromise.

If not, then oh well, at least it was worth a shot.

But to my surprise, a pleasing smile began to appear across his face.

Oh my Lordy, was it really working?!

He finally responded by simply saying, "Now you talkin'."