Where the bad boy leads

17 and Pregnant

"Are you guys like dating now?"
"How could Joey do that to you?"
"Are you okay?"
"So are you and Joey like officially over?"
"Do you need a shoulder to cry on?"
"Are you still into Joey?"
"Who kissed who first?"
"Joey and Melissa?"
"Do you like like Jake?"
"Why Melissa?"
"You guys are killing me with the questions. I really need to get to class. I'll explain everything at lunch." I told V and Becca, cutting their 3rd degree to an end.

I actually thought I would be relieved if I told my two supposedly best friends about what happened. But I certainly wasn't relieved. I felt more trapped then I did before I told them. Simply because they had asked me all the questions I didn't have answers for. All the questions I had hoped they would have the answers for. I was so confused. I didn't know what my heart wanted.
If I liked Jake instead of Joey, why did it hurt so bad and why does it still hurt every time I think about it?

I decided to pay a visit to the restroom before I had to get to class. Though I new I would be late if I made a bathroom stop, I needed to. Or the entire school would see blood stains on my jeans. It was the time, if you know what I mean. The time of the month that every girl needs to prepare for. I always keep a pad in my satchel just incase it unexpectedly appears. Even though that has never happened. My period was always on schedule. I was kind of surprised I didn't get it the past few days. I usually get it earlier in the month. But I'm 5 days late.
Should I be worried?
No, nothing to worry about Emma. I'm pretty sure you have blood stains all over your underwear right now.
After I gave myself a little pep talk, I went inside one of the stalls and locked the door.

I came out and I was shocked. What? I was like 100% sure I would get it this morning. I mean, I can't be six days late, I've never been a day late. Nor have I been a day early. For the past few days, I have been giving myself pep talks and telling my self not to worry. But reality can be a bitch sometimes. Truth was, I needed to worry. I mean I could be dying. Or maybe I'm just older than I thought.
Unless....
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"Will that be all?" The cashier asked.
"Mmmh" I nodded. Not being able to form word.

My head was drowning with so many questions. I was just frustrated with myself.
Why did I go to the stupid party? Why did I get drunk? How could I let myself get drunk and have unprotected sex? How could I not be careful?
"That will be $19.46. Do you want it in a bag?"
"No I'm good." I answered her, going through my wallet for a 20.
As soon as I found it, I slammed it against her palm and mumbled,
"Keep the change."
"Come back again." She yelled after me.
I ran back to my moms car, praising the Lord she didn't come home last night. I always drive her car to and from school when she doesn't come home.

I drove straight home, and ran inside. I slammed the bathroom door shut and grabbed the box. I bought two so I could test twice. You can never trust only one of these.

I closed my eyes shut. I wasn't ready to see. I wasn't ready to have my life taken away from me. I wasn't ready for any of it.

I took a deep breath.

I brought the stick that had my pee all over it to my face and slowly opened my eyes.
My eyes shot wide open when I saw the positive sign on it.
No, no, no
This can't be happening.
It's too soon, too soon.
I grabbed the other box and ripped it open. I released the rest of my pee that I withheld onto the stick. I pulled it out and just stared at it.
Oh my goodness gracious world.
It was another positive. I burst into tears and yelled at no one in particular.
"Why me? What did I ever do? Is this some kind of a punishment for sleeping with Jake? I won't do it ever again. I promise. Please, just prove me wrong. Prove these stupid tests wrong. I can't have a baby. I can't be a mother. I need a mother for heavens sake. Don't do this to me. I still need to graduate and go to college. I still need to figure out who I am and what I want to do with my life. I don't even know if I want to spend the rest of my life with Jake. How are we suppose to raise a baby? Hell, I'm not even over Joey yet. Please. Oh god, please. Don't do this to me? Not now." I sobbed.
I sobbed and sobbed until I had no more tears. I just laid down on the bathroom floor and a few tears slipped away every now and then. My eyes lids started to get a little heavy and I whispered
"Why me?" Before my whole world fell into dark.