“Honey? I’m home!”
I whipped my eyes furiously, scurrying into the bathroom before my mom saw my red puffy face and eyes. Sniffling quietly as I could, I took a look in the mirror.
“How could you have done this?” I asked myself. I was a mess. That’s why I’ve been throwing up and so tired and moody.
How could I have been so stupid? Thinking I got a stomach flu a month after Fred had his. All the tell tale signs were there, and I brushed them off like an idiot.
Now I would have to take a pregnancy test like an idiot teenager, and hope for a negative and false symptoms.
Wiping the last of my tears away and applying the powder I left in the bathroom this morning, loving how it covered the last of the red from my cheeks and made it seem as if I didn’t just realize I’m pretty much as good as pregnant.
“Sorry, my stomach doesn’t feel to good today.” I told my mom as I walked out, trying to silently sniffle.
“Oh honey, I’m sorry. Does that mean I should avoid the bathroom?” She joked, but it didn’t keep me from blushing.
“Mom! That’s so gross.” I said, shaking my head at her nasty thoughts. “Just asking. Still fighting off that thing you had this morning?”
“Pretty much.” I informed her, letting a long sigh escape my mouth before remembering why I was sighing so damn much.
“How could you invite Ryder for dinner?!” I practically screamed, my eyes bulging as tears threatened to break the mask of calm I had created for my mothers sake. “Calm down Sel, Alana thought we should reschedule since it went a little haywire the last time we had dinner.” She raised an eyebrow at me, and I rolled my eyes.
“Sorry for getting sick and tired of Ryder. Literally.” I groaned. She just sighed. “I want you to work out your problems with Ryder. You never know how long you have with someone.”
“Well if the good die young, then he wont be going anytime soon.” I hissed, narrowing my eyes at the hem of my shirt.
“Selah! Don’t talk about people, it’ll always come back to slap you in the face.” My mom scolded, scowling at me.
“You don’t know Ryder like I do, he’s manipulative and evil. Rude and just plain out mean.”
“Then why did you go out with him.”
“I think I was drunk the whole relationship.” I said, bursting into laughter when my mom’s eye widened to the size of saucers.
“Are you okay honey? You just screamed at me, insulted someone and are now cracking jokes.”
“I can’t have a little variety in my life?” I questioned, hoping I didn’t throw my hands over my stomach in a failed attempt to conceal that I may be pregnant, like I wanted too.
“You can…Why don’t you go clean up before supper?”
“So now I have to get dressed whenever they come over?”
“Well it’s not just them…I invited over the Martinez’s and the Robinson’s as well.”
“Sam’s parents?”
“Yes, they also have an interest in what my company has to offer. Nice couple.” My mother said thoughtfully, getting out some pots and pans.
“And Camille’s family?”
“Well just Camille’s mom and herself, her dads retired, remember?”
“Yeah.”
“There like a second family to us anyways.”
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The difference between forgiving and forgetting
Teen FictionSelah was always one to keep to herself, to build walls people couldn't see through. Ryder was always one to keep people close, to let them in, but only half way. When the two are forced to work together because of a druken mistake, anything could h...
