The morning-after pill went wrong

Chapter 2- Confrontation

-CHAPTER 2- Confrontation

I was going to confront Dylan with the truth. I set down at mathematics when Victor sat down beside me. "Hi" He said with a smile as I nodded in reaction.

I wasn't really in a good mood, I was extremely nervous. The class began and I looked behind me where Dylan was siting. He was already staring. I quickly looked back forwards. Class went slow but it was finally lunch.

Victor and I both walked in the cafeteria as I saw Dylan on a round table with all his friends. It was time; I'm going to tell the truth. I sighed deeply and walked towards the table.

"Uhm, Dylan can I talk to you?" I said as everyone looked at me.

"Yeah sure" he said and stood up.

"I'll be right back, so nobody better try to steal my lunch!" He said to his friends.

We walked an empty class as I closed the door.

"Gisselle, what are you doing? Why did you close the door? You know I have a girlfriend right?" He asked me as he frowned.

"I have to tell you something." I said "Do you remember when we were at Ginny's house, and we hooked up?"

"Yeah, and when I woke up you were gone. What about it?"

"I took the morning pill after but it somehow didn't work." I said looking at the ground. Dylan didn't react, he just came closer and pulled my shirt up.

"Do...Do you mean..your pregnant?" I nodded.

"You don't look pregnant." He said.

"I took 7 pregnancies tests, all of them turned positive." I looked at him, he walked back and forwards.

"Gisselle, did you slept with anyone after me?" he asked.

"No. Only you. Dylan, you're the father." His hands were in his hair, he was freaking out.

"What do you want to do?" he asked looking in my eyes.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I'm have an appointment at the clinic tomorrow. Do you want to come?"

"I'm sorry, I-" He said before leaving.

I walked back to Vic and sat don besides him. I looked back but Dylan wasn't with his friends. The day went by and I was already at home.

I walked upstairs to my room. A few tears came out.

I laid on my bed as the memories of the night came.

"Victor? Victor? Where are you?" I looked everywhere but I couldn't see Victor. I went upstairs trying not to puke as I bumped into somebody. It was Dylan.

"Hi, what are you doing here?" He asked me with a smile. "Dylan, I don't feel that well."

Dylan grapped my wrist and dragged me into the closest bedroom. "What are we doing here Dylan?" "To give you some rest. You probably feel better afterword's." He said with a smile.

I layed down on the bed, Dylan sat next to me. We looked each other both in the eyes. He has amazing honey brown eyes. For I could think anymore we both leand forwards to kiss.

When our lips met each other, it was like they electric. His lips were so warm and soft. Every kiss had more passion. His hands hold my hips as mine was behind his neck.

Dylan was now hovering above me. We were kissing so passionately. His lips left my lips as they left to my cheek and soon he was nipping my neck. My hands were to his curly brown hair. I couldn't help to moan by his touch.

His lips moved towards my lips, he pulled away as he took off his shirt and connected our lips again. My hands pulling Dylan closer to me. He pulled back "Are you sure you want to do this? I wouldn't want to pressure you." He asked me.

"No, I won't this. Please, continue." He sighed as our lips connected again. His touch was so warm and comforting. He pulled back as he took my dress and his pants off.

He was back nipping my neck as he was leaning on one arm as he easily pulled himself into me. It hurted for a few seconds but then the pain was gone. Our lips crashed at each other.

The rhythm was going faster and faster. "....Dylan...." I mutter kissing his neck as he breathed deeply.

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The next morning I woke up and I put my dress back on. I went over to him, he was still peacefully in sleep so I didn't want to wake him.

I stood up as Dylan said "I like you to Gisselle."

A smile went on my face. I gave him a kiss on his cheek and went towards the pharmacist to get a morning-after pill. While last night was great, I wouldn't want to be pregnant.

Tears fall of my face at the thought. What if I need to raise this baby on my own? What if Dylan doesn't want anything with our child? I closed my eyes trying not to think about that. Soon I fell in sleep.