Pregnant Little Liars

Positive

* Aria's POV *

I find myself standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. I think back to a few weeks ago, one of the best nights of my life. Ezra and I were so in love, but was it all worth it? I glance towards the un-opened pregnancy test sitting face down on the vanity. I can't really be pregnant, can I? I swallow hard around the golf ball sized lump in my throat and pick it up.

Once I take it, I wash my hands and and set it next to the sink. " Please, Please, let it be negative! I can't be pregnant. There's no way!" I think aloud, reassuring myself. I'm only in High school! Plus we used protection, I'm positive!

I walk into the kitchen to stall for time and grab an apple. My parents are at work, and Mike is at school. I stayed home from school, because I lied and said I didn't feel well. Well, it isn't a total lie because I don't feel well, at all. In fact I'm shivering from head to toe and I've been throwing up for five days. I force myself to eat a little bit of my apple before tossing it into the trash, realizing I'm not hungry. I feel like I'm going to vomit again and hunch over, trying to wish the feeling away.

Once I regain my ability to walk, and the nauseous feeling settles down in my stomach, I reluctantly walk into the bathroom. My hands shake uncontrollably as I pick up the test, not wanting to see the results.

When I finally bring myself to look, tears spring to my eyes. It's positive! I suddenly feel sick. I turn around to face the toilet just in time, before vomiting into the bowl. Once I've thrown up everything in my system, I sit up and wipe my mouth, crying and shaking uncontrollably.

"What am I gonna do?" I think aloud. "What am I gonna tell Ezra? My parents? What will my friends think of being friends with a slutty pregnant teenager?" All of the possibilities swarm around in my head like a category five hurricane. My head is spinning too much and I sink into a ball on the bathroom floor.

"How could be so stupid?" I sob staring up at the ceiling. I suddenly feel small and insecure compared to the vast world around me. I place a hand to my stomach. The idea that a living, breathing, human is growing inside of me is too much to bear and I cry even harder. This can't be happening. It has to be a dream! I pinch myself repeatedly, hoping to somehow wake up from this nightmare that I call my life, but nothing works. I'm still stuck in the same moment, in the same bathroom, with the same sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.

As if matters couldn't get worse, my phone buzzes. I pick it up with shaking hands, hoping it's not who I think it is. I have one new text message from an unknown number. My stomach drops to my toes, but I open it anyways with tears still streaming down my cheeks.

Poor little Aria. What's Ezra gonna think of having a slut for a girlfriend? You know most high schoolers like you take spelling tests, not pregnancy tests. -A