That One Nerd (Completed)

I'm Only Sixteen, Sir

Before I knew it, I was walking through the doors of a nearby CVS. Indiana dragged me over to the pregnancy section. Without saying anything, she picked up two boxes and turned around so she was facing the checkout line. The line was long. I felt embarrassed. I was 16 years old and I was buying a pregnancy test. The man at the desk gave me a disapproving look when he realized how young I actually looked. Indiana rushed me out of the doors so fast I tripped over my own feet and fell into the arms of a boy. The pregnancy test flew out of my arms and hit the boy's head. "I'm so sorry," I said as I stood up. My face was bright red. It only got worse from there. I sighed, "hi Ben." "May I ask why you're buying a pregnancy test?" he asked. I started messing up on my words. I looked back at Indiana who finally made a move. "Sorry." she said grabbing my wrist again, "she needs to get home... now." She gave him an awkward smile as she pushed me to the car.

"You need to stop doing that Rosie," she said. "It makes it sound like you still like him." "I don't Indie, It's just... he's still my friend and all." She also gave me a disapproving glance and then put her eyes back on the road. Instead of driving back to my house we stopped at a park where we knew we'd have more privacy. Indiana sat on a park bench and waited as I walked into the bathroom. Before taking it, I carefully read the instructions. Over and over I read them. I was scared. What if I was? How would I ever tell my mom? It was almost like my worry got the best of me because I threw up again.

After giving myself a minute to breathe I opened the test and pulled it out of the small bag it was in. I stared at it again. Two lines means pregnant, one line means I'm not. I hoped it would only show one line.

Seconds later I walked out of the bathroom, not looking at the test. When I walked over to Indiana I placed the test face down on the bench. I looked at Indiana. "What if I am?" she looked at me. "Then you're going to have a baby," she said reassuringly. I sat down on the bench and placed my hand over the test preparing myself to flip it over. I breathed deeply. "3... 2... 1..." At that very minute I found out that I would be having a baby with the school's hottest guy. My first reaction was to cry. I covered my mouth with my hands. The tears streamed down my face and Indiana brought me into a hug. "It's ok, Rosie." "How will I tell Grayson?" I said stuttered over my words. "Just tell him, talk to him. It's all you can do." I didn't really know what to think. I'd always wanted to grow a family, but never would I have imagined I would be doing it at 16.

Later that night I was going over to Grayson's house, mostly to tell him. I fixed up my makeup and put on some different jeans. Every time I stopped at a light I would look down at the pregnancy test that was sitting in the cup holder and want to cry again.

When I got to his house I lightly knocked on the door. I put the test in my back pocket with my phone and pulled my shirt down so it was hidden. When he answered he lifted me into the air hugging me. "What's with the glum look, Blondie?" He asked. "We need to talk, Grayson." He brought me into his room and closed the door behind us. I sat down on the foot of his bed. He stood in front me holding my hands. "Don't freak out," I told him. His smile lowered. I let go of his hand with one of mine and reached into my back pocket. He still looked confused. I handed it to him. His hands dropped mine so he could examine the small test I had handed him. He handed it back. "You're... pregnant?" He asked. I looked down at the floor as tears filled my eyes and then back up at him. "yes." Anger filled his whole body. He picked up a pillow and threw it on the ground. I cowered back. I didn't understand. How could this have made him so upset? I was upset, but not that much. We heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Grayson opened the door and stormed out. I cried. I cried so hard it hurt. His mom ran past him and came into his room where I sat crying. His mom sat next to me and asked what happened. I showed her. She hugged me tightly. "Is he mad at me?" I said through the midst of all my tears. "Has Grayson ever told you about his father?" She asked me. I shook my head. She sighed. "Grayson's father was abusive. That's why he doesn't talk much about him. Grayson has always talked about being scared he'll be like his father. Do you understand why he's upset now?" "Yes," I said over my tears. "Do you know where he went?" I asked. "He's probably on the roof again." "Thank you," I said as I stood up to go find him. She grabbed my wrist. "You have changed my son. So thank you for that. I'll make an appointment at the doctors for you, have you told your mom?" She asked. "no," I said hesitantly. "You should tell her." She said to me, "she needs to know what you're going through. "Thank you," I said as I ran off to find Grayson.

I climbed up the ladder that led to the roof. I saw Grayson sitting on the couch covering his face with his hands. I walked over to him and sat down. "I'm so sorry," he said as he cuddled up into my arms. "I'm not mad it's just my dad..." I interrupted him. "Your mom told me." I said. I took his hands in mine. "It's going to be ok. We have each other." I revealed a small smile to him through my tears. "Your mom said she would make an appointment for us." "I'm just worried, Rosie," he said. "I am too. But we can do it... together." This time I smiled largely at him.