I was meeting Ricky Dillon for dinner tonight. Honk! Honk! It was Ricky, that's rude why can't he come to the door.
We got to the restaurant, he took me to Carmine's. Carmine's is a fancy restaurant, good thing I wore a dress.
When the date was over we went to his place and watched Grey's Anatomy. This Netflix date went way better than the other one, mainly because we didn't have sex.
He took me back to my place, "Hey, I had fun tonight." "Me too." I responded. "Can we go on a date again on Friday?" "Absolutely, where are we going?" "My place?" "Sure, more Netflix?" "Well... yeah but I thought maybe we could do something else too." "Yeah, I think I'm ready now." "Good, see you Friday. I'll pick you up at 7." "Ok. Bye." "Bye." He leaned in for a kiss, but I pulled away and shut the door.
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Friday came faster than I thought and his car was at my house. He honked. Again. But that was ok, I got in and we went to his house. We started watching Grey's Anatomy. Then, he started unbuttoning his skinny jeans. He started to pull my shirt off. We had sex.
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The next Monday I felt so sick. I threw up. I decided to take a pregnancy test. I left the room waiting for the results. My waiting was stopped when I had to puke more. I ran into the bathroom and puked. I decided to look at the results. There were 2 lines. "OH MY FUCKING GOD IM FUCKING PREGNANT HE WAS WEARING A CONDOM WHAT THE HELL!!!!! MAYBE THE CONDOM POPPED WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! SHIT!!!!!" I called him,"Fuck you," I said,"What did I do?" "You got me fucking pregnant did you cut a hole in the condom?" "No, maybe you it popped." "Sure." "Well what are you going to do with the baby? Keep it? Get an abortion?" "I'm getting an abortion!" "Don't you fucking dare, put it up for adoption." "Fine! See you on Monday." "Bye"
My pants felt wet. I went to the bathroom. I was bleeding. "What the hell!" What's happening kept repeating in my head.
