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Noelle

"No, no, no!" I agitated.

I paced around the inadequate bathroom. My body briskly became sweaty and my heart was pounding. I couldn't think straight and it felt like the walls were caving in on me. This can't be happening. That test couldn't be one hundred percent accurate.

"I'm so stupid. How could I let this happen!?"

[Flashback]

"Are you sure you're ready?" He asked.

I nodded and felt him push his long length inside of me as I screamed out his name. The pain was appalling. I felt tears brimming in my eyes as he apologized and kissed my cheek. I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair as he began to quicken up his pace.

"You can do it, baby," he announced.

I began to moan in pleasure and requested him to go harder and faster. It felt undescribable. I've never felt this valuable before. I know I shouldn't be having sex with him already but I can't help it. Eventually, I felt a knot in my stomach and he told me that he was close, too.

"I-I," I stuttered.

I released into him and I felt him release into me as well soon afterwards. He pulled out and breathlessly lied down beside me. We tried to calm down and catch our breaths after the heated moment. I then felt him put his strong, muscular arms around me and nibble at my ear.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

"I love you more," I beamed.

[Present]

I promised myself that I would save sex for marriage. I don't know what took over me that night. I guess I just got carried away and caught up in the moment. We've only been dating for six months. I can't even imagine how he'll react.  I took one more test and it was positive, as well. I'm only sixteen. He's seventeen. We're too young to be parents. We won't be able to give the baby the life it deserves. I wiped away my tears and slowly opened my bathroom door.

"Hey, cutie," He answered after the third ring.

"Shawn, I need to talk to you. It's important..."

Shawn

I hung up the phone and my heartbeat began to race. My hands also became clammy. That didn't sound good. What if she lost interest in me and wants to have a break? Or an official break up? What if she's moving? What if she's hurt? All of these questions started to make my head maul.

"Don't assume the worse, Shawn," I advised myself.

I put on my maroon hoodie and vans. I said a quick goodbye to Aaliyah and strolled out of my house. Noelle's house wasn't far from mine so I just hiked. I ran my hand through my hair and bit my lip. I'm really apprehensive right now. Anything could happen. I knocked on the door to her house and immediately hear footsteps walking down the stairs. Noelle opened the door and I gave her a smooch on her lips. She didn't kiss back. I pulled away, frowning. Something is definitely wrong.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" I stroked her hair and cheek.

She started to bawl and I cradled her in my arms, surprised by her sudden outburst. I took her onto the couch and pulled her onto my lap. I hummed a song for her and rocked her back and forth. The pad of my thumb brushed away her tears as I shushed her.

"Sh-Shawn, I'm pregnant..."