My Mistake ➵lucaya➵

It Can't Be Real

Maya's POV

Positive.

The stupid piece of plastic read positive. It took me a couple of seconds to process before tears started to pour out. I started to breathe heavy.

I picked up the shitty thing and threw it across the bathroom, causing it to break.

"Fuck!" I screamed while sobbing.

I backed up against the wall and slid down it with my knees to my chest. My throat was dry and I just couldn't stop the tears from pouring out. It felt like my whole life had just ended right then.

"Maya?!" Farkle screamed, trying to open the door but it was locked.

The handle rattled as Farkle continued to try to open it.

"Maya, open the damn door!" He screamed.

"Fuck off Farkle." I mumbled putting my head in my hands.

A few moments later the door had surprisingly opened and Farkle gasps at the sight of me.

I continued to sob as I heard Farkle walk over to me and slide down the wall next to me.

"Maya, everything is going to be okay." He said soothingly.

I was getting more frustrated by the second at every word he said. I just wanted to be alone. But I wasn't necessarily frustrated with him, more at myself than anybody.

"Everything is going to be okay??! Are you sure because right now I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant with my best friends future husbands baby!!" I screamed sobbing uncontrollably.

I was more concerned about me and Riley than anything. She is going to hate me.

Farkle furrowed his eyebrows at me, and I bit my lip looking up at him, instantly regretting my words.

"Sorry I screamed at you. I just-I'm going to lose my best friend." I mumbled wiping tears off my face.

"No. She'll be disappointed at first but eventually she'll understand." He said.

"Are you sure?" I asked looking up at him in his eyes.

"I'm sure." He said and we hugged.

He kissed my forehead, in a friendly way though. We decided to sat on the bathroom floor for a while and in silence, not awkward silence. Comfortable silence. I didn't know what this day would bring. But for now, I just enjoyed it while it lasted.

4:20

It had been about 10 minuets and Farkle and I had decided it would be best to stop wailing on the floor and get up. Besides, we can't sit here forever.

I sighed wiping the tears off of my face and standing up.

Farkle looked at me, "Wait a second... your moms home right?" He asked.

I shrugged and sniffled. Actually, that was a really good question. How could she not have heard any of this?

He opened the door and exited the bathroom. We both had a tear stained face. Well, I had mascara stained all over my face from crying so much.

"So," I said, "What now?"

"Well, we can see exactly how long you've been pregnant. Not for fun though." Farkle said.

"And exactly how are we going to do that?" I asked.

"This guy." He said and pointed at himself and smiled.

I gave him a small smile.

Before we did this I got changed into a blue long sleeved shirt and jeans, and I wiped all of my makeup off of my face.

We sat crisscross on the floor diagonal from each other.

I was still a little flushed from crying so much, so I wiped my nose with my sleeve and sniffed.

"Ok--"

"Wait, why are we even doing this?" I asked, "Can't we just count up from the days I had sex?" I asked like it was obvious.

"Actually, no. You don't get pregnant on the first day, or at least your baby doesn't start growing yet." Farkle said. [A/N: I actually don't know if this is true I just though it would sense cuz you could actually do that if you the baby does start growing on the first day... lmao]

"Oh." I said and sighed.

"So uh, do you have like a piece of paper or something?" Farkle asked.

Without replying, I reached over to my sketchbook and opened up to a clean page while grabbing a pen and handing both of those things to him.

Farkle inhaled deeply, "Ready?" He asked, writing something on the paper.

"I guess." I mumbled under my breath.

"So uh, first question. What is the date you u-uh... had sex with Lucas?" He asked cringing.

I sighed, "January 22."

"You sure?" He asked again looking up at me while looking down writing.

"I'm sure." I mumbled sighing again.

"Do you by any chance remember the time?" He asked looking up from the paper.

"I'd say about 10." I shrugged.

"Date of last period?" He asked.

"Um," I looked at my calendar at the date of my last period, which I always mark on my calendar, "December 29..." I said embarrassed.

"Uh-- ok give me a sec." He said writing something else on the paper.

After about a minute he finally said, "You are about 7 days pregnant." He said.

I sighed once again looking on the floor.

I can't believe this is happening... it's all happened so fast. But I'm just going to enjoy it while it's not really bad.