Two lines. Two, bright blue very clear lines.
I'm pregnant.
As soon as I see the lines my heart stops and I instantly drop to the floor.
Avery breaks out into sobs as she sits on the floor next to me.
We cry silently but hard. Heavily.
About a half hour goes by, no words just tears. I calm myself down enough to sit up and face Avery. My head is pounding and I feel extremely dizzy.
How? How am I pregnant? I haven't hooked up with anyone in months. Since my last boyfriend.
It doesn't make any sense.
But then it hit me.
Grayson.
The night of the party. I was so drunk I didn't even realize what was going on. I didn't even care. I didn't care that I didn't know him. I probably didn't even care about using protection.
My heart syncs to my stomach knowing I was on my own. Someone like Grayson wouldn't give a damn if he got someone pregnant. He's probably wear it around like he'd changed the world.
And he's right. He just changed my entire world.
"Avery, how do I tell my parents?" I ask with my head in my hands.
"I, I don't know."
I sigh deeply knowing I was screwed. My life will never be the same after today.
My parents are really chill. They both work extremely busy jobs and aren't around a lot. But they are going to hate me.
Knowing now that I was pregnant I needed to tell Grayson I needed to get a test done. To double check that it's his.
The day goes by slow, very very slow. It's almost midnight and I can't sleep. I'm about to be a mom.
I'm not gonna be able to finish school, my friends are going to hate me. And I'm doing this alone. I'm about to be a teen mom, and all by myself knowing Grayson wouldn't do a thing.
Who do I tell first? Should I tell anyone?
Alex. My best friend. I have to tell him. I might lose him, but I have to tell him. We tell eachother everything and it'd be wrong to hide this from him.
12:09 am
Me: hey. I really need to talk to you.
Alex: ok. Are you ok? Do I need to come right now?
Me: No, it can wait till morning. I'll come get you and we can get breakfast?
Alex: sounds good, night.
Me: night.
12:20
End of text
As soon as I turn my phone off my eyes begin to feel heavy, is he gonna hate me? I'm gonna be known as the schools whore.
My thoughts were in a million different places.
Hours go by feeling like days. My alarm goes off. My eyes stay open as I didn't get one ounce of sleep due to my busy mind.
I stand up instantly feeling it, I run to the bathroom with my hands over my mouth.
I hunch over the toilet holding me hair doing my now morning routine.
Why is this happening. Why right now?
