I sat on the bathroom floor, hugging the toilet bowl, emptying my stomach into it. I glanced at the stick again before heaving into the bowl once again.
Positive.
It was practically impossible to stop the tears from leaking down my face. I am pregnant. My shoulders shook with the sobs that escaped my mouth. I grabbed my cell phone before running into my room, dialing the number that I haven’t called in awhile.
“Hello?” His chirpy voice answered.
“Ezra?” I cried into the phone.
“Babe, oh my god, what’s going on? Do you need me to come over?” He asked quickly, as I nodded my head, then remembering that he can’t see me.
“Yes, please.” I cried into the phone, him immediately uttering that he’s on his way. I quickly brushed my teeth and pulled my hair into a ponytail. I changed into my sweats and his tee-shirt, the light scent of his cologne making my heart clench.
Ezra walked into my room with eyes bright with confusion.
“What’s going on, love?” He asked, sitting down next to me. I handed him the stick while choking a sob, his eyes wide with confusion once again.
“You’re pregnant? I didn’t even know that you lost your virginity!” He said. I shrugged my shoulders.
“Who’s the dad?” He whispered. Oh no, here goes my only friend.
“Um.. It’s Mr. Gilinsky.” I choked out. Oh god, I didn’t realize how bad that sounded until it came out of my mouth out loud.
“What? You were sleeping with our teacher?!” He yelled.
“And you didn’t tell me?” He shouted. His face went for stone cold, to a big smile.
“Oh my god. Tell me everything.” He smiled. Thank fuck. It’s kind of nice to see someone support us as much as he did. I smiled and told him, well, nearly everything.
“…And I love him.” I finished off. His eyes were sympathetic, his hands clasped under his chin as he laid on his stomach, on my bed.
“Babe you need to tell him.” He sighs.
“I know.” I sighed. We talked for a little while longer before he left. My mom stormed into my bedroom holding the pregnancy test between her fingers.
“What the fuck is this?” She yelled. My eyes began to water as I started crying again. Her eyes were flaming with anger, her jaw clenched and mouth in a straight line.
“Pack your shit.” She spat at me. I cried even harder. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number hoping he would pick up.

ESTÁS LEYENDO
Mr. Gilinsky // book i
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