Matthew Espinosa Imagines

Mistake?

*Erica's POV*

I wake up dizzily in my room. I felt like I was just in a coma and was just drugged as well. I felt gross, also, like I needed five showers in a row.

I wiped my eyes and groaned softly, looking over to look at my alarm clock and instead I saw a naked boy in my bed, sleeping away drowsily.

Fuck. Mother of fuck.

It took me a while to finally realize it was just my boyfriend, Matthew. Thank God I didn't cheat, that would've been the cherry on top of the horrible morning.

I smile at his sleeping posture and face, seeing how calm he was somehow made me calmer, until I then realized again we were both naked.

We had sex?! Oh my God, Erica, you really can't handle your liquor.

And it was true. Anytime I drank alcohol something shocking happened that I can never take back.

That's why I should stop throwing parties like the one I hosted last night.

I sigh and stand up, almost falling onto my dresser from how un-sober I was.

I try to be quiet, for Matt's sake, and start slipping on my favorite skinny jeans and then a long sleeved maroon sweat shirt, printed with my school's logo.

I suddenly feel a lurching feeling in my stomach and flee for the bathroom outside in the hall. I kneel over the toilet and vomit.

I was so disgusted with myself right then.

When I thought it was over, I washed out my mouth by gurgling tap water and then wiping my mouth, until I felt more coming, and puked again.

Why was I so sick? This can't be right, when I'm having a hangover I only puke once or even not at all and then I move on with the day...but I continue puking until it was a total of three.

What the hell?

Suddenly, I freeze with horror.

...Matt and I used a condom last night...right?

I charge out of the bathroom and grab my keys to my car, ignoring the mess of my house from last night and drive off to the nearby pharmacy.

I storm in and purchase a pregnancy test stick, my hands shaking and I felt like vomiting again.

I am eighteen years old. I can't have a baby!

The word baby made a lump form in my throat and my eyes water. Oh God.

Oh God, oh God.

Right when the woman checks out the box for me I sprint back into my car and drive home in silence. What if it's a positive?

Oh God, my parents. They might never even look at me the same way knowing I got "knocked up" at eighteen.

Eighteen.

I quickly park my car and run back inside and upstairs, first making sure Matt is still asleep and then race back to the bathroom.

Right when I saw Matt still sleeping, I wanted to cry. My loving, kind, incredible boyfriend might leave me to be a single mother.

A mother?!

I was officially panicking as I proceeded with using the test, which was difficult, since my whole body was still shaking and I was half crying by now.

Once I was done, and the stick was clean, I zipped up my jeans and then just stood there with the stick's answer hidden in the towel. My hands were over my mouth and I was a frozen statue.