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"Text me right after, okay?" Chloe says "no just come over"

"I might go somewhere to talk more with Luke, I'll let you know"

"Ok talk to you later" she hangs up. Luke and I were going to the doctors today. I'm happy he decided to come. I was going to meet him there but he said he'd pick me up so I was waiting for him right now

"Natashia, Luke's here" Brooke yelled up the stairs. I hopped down and he was waiting at the door. We walked out and sat in his car, the ride there was almost silent except for the radio quietly humming and Luke tapping the beat on the steering wheel. We got there and went inside. We sat in the waiting room

"Thank you for coming with me" I say

"Not a problem, I wanted to come anyways"

"Natashia Matheson?" One of the nurses came out with a clipboard. I stood up but Luke stayed sitting

"Come on" I turn to him

"Oh you want me to like, go in with you"

"I was hoping"

"Ok I'm coming then" we went into the room and I sat on the main bed, Luke on a side chair.

"So what are you here for today?" The doctor asked

"I think I might be pregnant but I want to make sure"

"Alright. We'll get ultrasound equipment and you can you can just lay back on there for now" he walked out. I layed down on the bed thing, my head slightly elevated. Luke pulled the chair closer to me and held my hand, he moved his thumb back and forth on the back

"I'm scared" I say barely above a whisper

"It'll be ok" he kissed my hand "don't worry" they brought in the equipment and a nurse asked me to pull up my shirt. She put a gel on it and then the scan thing

"Ok, I've got it" she says to herself "so if you look here," she points to the screen "that space there is your uterus," she then directs her finger to the bottom left of it "and that tiny little dot there, is a 7 week along baby. Congrats" she smiles

"Can we have a minute?" Luke asks politely, she nods and walks out

"I cant do this Luke" tears prick at my eyes "I don't want a baby, I can't"

"Natashia, don't cry" he pulls me into him "we're going to figure this out"

"How Luke? We're 17"

"I don't know how"

"Just take me to Chloe's, please" I sat in the passenger seat of Luke's car

"Ok" the car ride to Chloe's was pretty quiet "can we go out tomorrow and talk about this?"

"I'm working on my English tomorrow when ashtons done football, and the next day"

"Saturday afternoon?"

"Sure" we pulled up in front of Chloe's house "thanks" he just nods and I got out. I walked in the door, as usual, and went straight into her room. Michael was also there, not a big surprise. I sat down on the small arm chair

"Hey" Michael said softly

"I'm so fucking stupid" I almost whispered

"No you're not" Chloe said

"Yes I am, Chloe. If I was smart I wouldn't have even become fuck buddies with Luke. He's probably had every std possible, he's such a man whore. But I was dumb enough to not only be friends with benefits for one period of time, but 3. And now I'm pregnant with his baby. Tell me I'm not fucking stupid Chloe" I spat out all at once

"You and Luke are fuck buddies?"

"Were" I corrected Michael

"How long?"

"This summer and then for a while last year"

"That actually makes a lot of sense" he half whispers "who else knows about, this"

"You two, Emily, Luke and my sister"

"Ashton?" I shook my head "I thought you two were close"

"We've worked on one project together"

"He said you talked in full sentences the whole time, like you do with us, but with you 2 alone"

"I can talk Michael"

"He's right though" Chloe butts in "its with mostly us and Brooke. Hardly even to your dad and Emily you'll say more than a few words"

"And he likes you, a lot" I raise an eyebrow at Michael "he does" I just rolled my eyes

"So how was everyone's day?" Dad asked when we sat down for dinner

"Fine"

"Yeah, same" Brooke agreed with me

"Both not going to talk much now? I think you 2 are spending too much time together" he jokes

"What does it matter?" Brooke replied snobbishly

"Well, your sister doesn't talk too much and I don't want you that way"

"I'm just reserved, what's the issue?" I take offence to what he says

"Natashia it kind of affects your social life too. I mean your sister is 14 and asks to go to parties, you're 17 and don't leave the house"

"I'm not hungry" I stood up and quickly walked to the back garage. Why does everyone have a problem with me being so quiet? Who cares if I talk to Ashton? Who cares if I don't go to parties? I plugged an electric guitar into an amp and began playing a song I'd written a few months ago

You say that I'm too complicated

Hung up and miseducated

Well I say 9 to 5 is overrated

And we all fall down

Can't sleep cause my mind keeps racing

My chest hurts cause my heart keeps breaking

I'm so numb and I can't stop shaking

And we all fall down 

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