Pregnant (Emilio Martinez)

Chapter 1

7:00pm- Monday Morning.
Molly's PoV
-BEEP BEEP BEEP-
I am awoken suddenly to the horrible, dreaded sound of my stupid alarm clock. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I groan as I get out of my warm, cosy bed for work. As I'm only 17, I don't get many job options. So I work at Starbucks, which to be honest.. I'm not going to complain about. The warm smell of coffee, tea and hot chocolate in the morning brings up my mood by quite a lot. I LOVE tea! My favourite kind just has to be White Chocolate Mocha. If I start my day without it, I get extremely prissy and bossy to people. For example, this one time when I ran out, this brunette came up to me at work asked for the sugar and I told her to get he sugar from her *ss.
Awful, right? I apologised straight after because I never like being mean to people who don't deserve it. Anyways, I walk over to my dresser and start brushing my long, golden hair and straighten it. I usually don't straighten it though as I like my natural waves and curls but today I decided to. I get dressed into my work clothes, wash my face, brush my teeth, skip makeup (I never wear it because I don't really need it plus I'm terrible at applying it).
I walk into the bathroom and use my moisturiser, deodorant and perfume.
Now that I'm all ready, I look at myself one last time I'm the mirror before picking up my keys and heading out the door. "Oh for gods sake." I moan as I step outside my apartment building and I into the rain. I forgot my umbrella (not a surprise as I lose stuff all the time) so I try desperately to keep under the roof of other shops as I walk to Starbucks. I get to the point where there are no more hanging roofs to be protected by, and carry on miserably to my job, watching the ground as it seems to be receiving more luck than I am at the moment. About 5 minutes of sorrowing have gone by, when suddenly I find myself be accompanied by a very handsome guy around my age. "Um.. would you like to share my umbrella?" He asks me.
"Thankyou, but really I'm fine."
"No, no I don't mind."
"... oh okay. Thanks." I step under the   umbrella with him. "Sooo where you heading to?"
"Work." I reply nicely.
"Where do you work?"
"Starbucks. I managed to land a job there last summer and I have been there ever since."
"How old are you? Shouldn't you still be in school?"
I pause and there's an awkward silence.
"Oh- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked your age."
"It's okay. Just do he clear though, I'm 17. You look trustworthy. Are you?"
"Yeah yeah. You can trust me. I'm 18."
"Cool." I say not thinking of anything else to come up with. We reach Starbucks a while later. "This is me!" I announce. "Thanks for letting me use your umbrella."
"It's no problem." He smiles. God, I love his accent. And his eyes. And his-
"Before I leave, I never got your name." I stop myself.
"Oh- its Emilio. Martinez."
"Ooh! French?" I guess joking around.
"Spanish, actually." He corrects me.
I am taken back by this. Spanish? Handsome? Polite? Smart?

He will be mine.
"Any chance I could get yours?" He smiles. I blush and reply sweetly,
"Molly Dawson."