"Are you sure? I-I mean the line looks more pink then red." Will asked, extremely concerned.
"It's red for fucks sake Will! I'm four weeks late. You just have to face the facts." I say trying to hold back my tears.
"I mean maybe it's a mistake. M-maybe you have weird urine or something. I mean did you pee on it right? Maybe try a different angle?" he stuttered.
"Will, that was the fourth fucking one. They are 99 percent accurate." I say calmly, hoping he will calm down too.
"But I m-mean their is like a 1 percent chance your not-"
"I'm fucking pregnant Will!" I yell.
"Oh god..." he says running his hand through his hair and nervously pacing around the room.
I just sigh and wrap my arms around my stomach, imagining a little me growing inside of there.
◊ July 20, 2014 Huntington beach California ◊
"Are you sure your ready? We don't have to do this..." Will says anxiously as I unbuckle his belt.
"Will it's not like I'm a virgin it's fine." I answer now unbuttoning his pants.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." He says as I pull of my shirt. He fumbles with my bra clasp and eventually get it off of me.
"You ready?" he says awkwardly. He's such a dork.
"Yeah." I say.
Thats when my life changed. There was only a two percent chance of the condom breaking, and of course, it breaks. Little did we know how different our life would be.
I remember when I met Will. I was late to class and racing down the hallway. I completely crashed into him and I just kept going. I turned around to see him give me a sly grin as he picked up his book from the floor.
Later at lunch, I found him and apologized for leaving him on the floor.
"Oh, it's ok. We're even anyway." Se said smiling and taking a bite of is sandwich.
"How are we even?" I asked perplexed.
"Your skirt was tucked in and your ass was practically hanging out." he said smiling.
"Oh..." I said looking down. Not much I could say. We are both assholes.
"I don't believe I got your name." He says just as I began to turn around.
"Oh, I'm Willow. You are...?" I asked.
"Will." he says.
"Well, see you later Will." I said and headed towards my friends.
I sat down at the table with my friends and stared at Will.
"The fuck are you looking at?" my friend Hannah asked me.
"Do you think he's cute?" I asked her.
"You're asking a lesbian you fuckwit." she smiled.
"Oh yeah. Hey Jazz, do think he's cute?" I inquired.
"Oh mama is thirsty. Which one?" he asked taking off his sunglasses.
"The one who just slipped." say staring at Will who had just slipped on some creamed corn.
"Ah, ok. Oooooh yes he sure is. Why are the straight ones always cute." he sighed.
"Oh god are you two gawking over some football player again?" my friend Kitty says plopping her tray down at our table.
"Not this time babe. It's some dork." Hannah said as kitty gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Oh shush." I said. Jazz pulled a pair of binoculars out of his pocket.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked as Jazz zoomed in on Will.
"Just getting a better view." He smiled.
"Give me that. Jazz, we've talked about this.Normal people don't think that this is cute." I say prying the binoclars from his weak grasp.
"God..." he said with an eye roll.
I ingnored him and just put the binoculars in my backpack.
"So, you like him?" Jazz asked.
"Yeah. I do."
