Positive

Chapter 2

"Oh my god." Brooke looks at me with wide brown eyes.

"I know." My voice cracks at the words and tears tickle the back of my eyes.

"Are you sure it's accurate? How many times did you test it? Since when did you have sex?!" Brooke rambles on getting louder and louder with each question. The next thing I know, I am sobbing in her arms. Tears are starting to soak into her green shirt.

"Do you remember the frat party we went to last Friday night?" 

"Ya."

"Well for starters I had a bit to drink. I can't remember exactly what happened,but I think I lost my virginity." I sucked in my breath watching the wheels turn behind her eyes as she remembered back to that night.

"Oh, wow. I knew you were out of it but I didn't know how much the alchohol took you under. Do you remember how many and what kinds of drinks you had?"

"I don't know but Chad gave me this fruity vodka drink that was really strong and sour. I don't remember anyhting after that."

"Emily, he took advantage of you! Did he use a condom?"

Lifting my head up from her chest, I try to explain, "I aready told you, I can't remember anything after the pink drink took it's place in my veins."  Brooke's face softened a little bit from it's shocked expression.

I am trying to think of fragments of memories I might possibly have. But there's nothing. Nothing at all. Still in her arms, she squeezes me tighter, making me put my head back down.

"I'm so sorry, Emily."

The next morning I didn't want to wake up for school. I just wanted to sleep forever, and not be awakened. My whole life just got twisted and turned around, and then twisted again. It's like someone took my life and put it in a blender on full speed. But, it was a Friday so I told myself over and over, "Just a couple of hours until the weekend Emily, just a couple of hours." 

During my classes I couldn't think straight. Everything reminded me of babies. When my math teacher called on me, I completely blanked out. The worst part of today was when I heard the football players talking in the hall while I was passing by. "Too bad no one got pregnant during this year beacuse we don't have someone to be the official slut of Maple Valley High School," they had said loudly.

It was like they knew about my pregnancy and were just trying to embarrass me. It worked baceause their words really got to me. Tears welled up in my eyes and threatened to fall if I didn't get to a bathroom soon. Practically running, I got to the bathroom as soon as the first tear fell. Luckily no one was in there to see me cry.

Now I am wiping my not-so-cute running mascara off, after the tragic incident with the football team. I really have to figure this whole "having a baby" thing out because it is really happening. I need to start by telling my parents. If I am going to have a kid it doesn't matter whether I am having it at eighteen years old or thirty years old. My kid will be raised correctly and will be able to look back to a good, memorable childhood.

So, by the time I walked out of the bathroom, I was feeling a littled less stressed than from when I first walked in.

-written by S