NOTE: I AM RE-DOING ALL OF THE CHAPTERS AGAIN, SINCE I WROTE THIS A YEAR AGO AND I HAVE IMPROVED QUITE A BIT.
STORY: Zoe is a 17 year old girl who has been dating her best friend Sam for almost 2 years. To celebrate the end of graduation some peopl...
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*5 weeks later*
*Zoe's POV*
I groaned to the sound of my alarm clock signalling 7:00 am. Great school. I roll out of bed and walk up to my vanity mirror cleaning off the sleep in my eyes. I quickly put my hair in a messy bun and slide a pair of leggings on and an over sise t on my body. I groan loudly as I walk down the stairs and sit at my dining room table.
"What's wrong with you?" My mom laughs as she slides me a plate of toast. I ignore her and roll my eyes.
"Okay then" she turns away."it must be someone's time of the month". Yeah I guess she's right. Wait. Actually i'm not on my period at all. I'm 2 weeks late. Shit! It must be stress, right.
I groan again at her comment "whatever mom" I get up from my seat and head out the front door slamming it behind me. Shortly after I arrive at school , entering the building and getting stuff out of my locker that I need for that day. Suddenly, I felt 2 large hands snake around my waist. Sam. "Hey baby" he whispers in my ear. Ugh I don't need this right now.
"Hi" I fake a smile.
"What's wrong babe?" He turns me around to look at him.
"Nothing" I say bluntly not giving him eye contact.
"Clearly there is. Just tell me sweetheart." He strokes my forearms up and down.
"For fuck sake Sam" I shrug him off me beginning to walk away. I suddenly feel a hand grab my arm pulling me forward.
"What the hell Zoe? Just tell me what the hell is wrong with you!?!" He raises his voice slightly.
"I don't fucking need this shit right now sam! Okay?" I shout. Trying to get away again. Instantly if get pulled back.
"What have I done Zoe? I just asked you what the fuck is wrong? That's all". People are starting to stare. Why can't be just go away can't he see I'm in an awful mood.
"Nothing! I told you nothing is wrong . Just fuck off sam!" I shout again pushing his hand of me. He goes silent and every student in the hall is staring at is. "What you staring at? Huh?" I shout. I sigh and walk away. That's the last time I spoke to him all day.
The rest of the day wasn't any better than the events of this morning. I feel so bad for what I did to Sam, I shouldn't I've done it. I don't know what's been going on with me lately. I've been so moody, Ive missed my period, I've had headaches and I've been feeling naus- Oh shit. No I can't be? Can I? Surely not? Right? Oh god. I sit in my car, tears spilling out of my eyes. I have to do this. I drive a short 5 minutes down the road to a drug shore. I enter the store timidly and scan for the isle I'm looking for.
I feel a hundred eyes staring into my soul as I pick up a box of pregnancy tests. I can't believe this is what my life has come to. By all means I've always wanted kids, but not now. I wanted to wait till I'm happily married and...you know..older. Not 17 and in a relationship I might have just fucked up. I pay and leave the store as quickly as I can hoping no one is secretly judging me as a 'unfortunate case of teenage pregnancy'.
