I was just hit with an extreme wave of Lucaya feels... And I don't even know why. Next thing you know, Microsoft Word is open and I'm typing without blinking for a good four hours and literally write out the entire plot and a couple scenes of a story...
What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I starting a new story :/(Especially when I have an exam in seven hours I have yet to study for...)
Rated T for Tiramisuspice Stupidity (I literally have no self-control)
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own GMW, but Lucaya is bae.
Maya blew out an anxious breath, pacing back and forth across her room's floor, trying to quiet her frantic heartbeat. She plowed through pile after pile of discarded clothing—clean or dirty, she couldn't make the distinction anymore—scraps of sketches she had yet to develop into paintings, and of course, textbooks she'd never bothered to open since the first day of classes quite a while back.
In her lack of attention, she stepped right onto an open tube of paint of which she had forgotten to replace the cap. Alarmed at the wetness sliding beneath her shoe, she snapped out of her worried trance and stared down at her feet. The blue paint had seeped out and stained her carpet.
"Shit…"
She snatched up an old t-shirt and stooped, absentmindedly rubbing at the stain. But even doing so, she could not keep any kind of focus whatsoever. Her thoughts were only on the device sitting innocuously on her desk. Maya stared at the big hand of the Hello Kitty clock Riley had gotten her for her birthday in their youth.
Three minutes to go…
"Did you eat something bad, Maya?" Riley ran her hands up and down Maya's back, holding her hair back as her best friend upchucked everything she had eaten that morning in the latrine of the breakfast diner.
Maya wiped her mouth and panted heavily, trying to regain her breath, "Not that I know of… I feel like shit." She groaned and pressed her cheek against the cool porcelain of the toilet.
"I know that you're kind of out of it, but this bathroom has got to be full of dirty germs and you're kinda putting your face all over them and that's pretty gross." Riley shuddered in disgust at the thought of some dried, crusty poop touching her friend's face. Especially in this dank bathroom with floors sticky with unidentified excrement. Riley tried to ignore how being on said floor made her skin feel like it was crawling.
"Shut up Riley." Maya groaned.
She rubbed Maya's back, "Aw baby… If it wasn't bad food, then what could it be?"
"I don't know…"
"Maybe it's some sort of PMS? Don't you throw up when your cramps get bad?"
"No… Besides, I'd have to have my period for me to have PMS and…"
Maya tapered off in shock. A single image flashed through her mind. A provocative image. Male hands gripping her thighs hard enough to bruise. Her nails raking down his back. Tangled sheets and intertwined limbs.
"Shit…" she breathed out, her voice haggard and strangled.
There was no way to save the carpet. Her haphazard rubbing had caused the paint to further cling to the fibers of the carpet. If she wanted to get the stain out, she'd have to do a thorough clean up. She tossed the raggedy shirt aside and stood up, sighing heavily.
Cleaning was the last thing on her mind right now.
She started pacing once again, chewing on her thumbnail anxiously, hoping that maybe this one time, her intuition would be incredibly wrong and that she'd be able to go to school with a clear head and heart.
Maya adamantly refused to look at the box sitting innocently on her desk, mocking her in its own way. An elated grown woman holding an ecstatic baby, overjoyed. And here Maya was, seventeen, and about to find out just how fucked up her life was about to become.
Nerves riding her hard, she spun around and checked the clock once again.
The clock hand had only moved one pathetic minute.
Riley blinked in confusion, "What? What's wrong?"
Maya sat up slowly, a high pitched ringing starting to climb slowly into her ears, "When was I supposed to get my period?"
Riley scoffed, "Why are you asking me that? As if I'd know when you're supposed to —"
Maya gave her an expectant look with a single raised eyebrow.
"…the seventh."
"And today's date is?"
"It's the thirteenth."
Maya licked her lips slowly, her mouth having gone dry in a matter of seconds. Her pulse was skyrocketing. This couldn't be happening, right? She was just a little bit late, wasn't she? There was no way what she thought was going on was going on. No way in hell. But even so, six days late was pretty huge. And if she really calculated from that night and now… only one conclusion made sense.
"…aya… Maya. Earth to Maya!" Riley shook her shoulders, "Are you feeling even sicker? You're going pale. Maybe we should call off brunch and go back home."
"…Riles… I think I'm pregnant." Maya whispered in shock.
Maya rolled her eyes in annoyance. Why the hell did time have to move so slowly whenever you needed it to go much faster?!
She knew doing something else would probably make the time move faster, but in situations such as this, she would usually paint. However, the therapeutic capabilities of her painting had failed her that morning when she had tried and the unfinished background of a new portrait sat forlornly in the corner, probably never to be touched again.
She needed catharsis. And she needed it now.
Maya entertained the idea of calling Riley, but knowing her chipper best friend, she'd unintentionally make her nerves increase tenfold. She flopped backwards on her bed with a groan, trying to pretend like she wasn't about to have a nervous breakdown. She blew out another breath, watching as a stray lock of wild hair flew up and landed in the middle of her face.
She rolled her head around lazily and glanced at the clock.
One minute to go…
Riley started laughing, "Don't be melodramatic. A late period doesn't necessarily mean you're pregnant. Besides, you always use protection."
Maya stayed quiet, averting her gaze from Riley's amused glance. When Riley realized Maya wasn't agreeing or responding at all, the smile slowly fell from Riley's face.
"You did use protection, right?" Riley said slowly, taking Maya's face gently in her hands to bring her eyes back to hers, "Maya. You made sure you were safe, right?"
"I… think so." She said, frowning to try to remember, "Or at least, I thought we were covered. I can't really remember. I was kind of tipsy."
"Maya!"
"I know, I know. We probably shouldn't have hooked up half tipsy."
"This is serious! What if you really are pregnant?" Riley screeched, her eyes starting to look crazed. "Why didn't you guys use protection? The number one rule when you sleep with anyone is to use protection!"
"I thought we did." Maya said, the sick feeling in her stomach starting to grow once again.
"How could you be so careless?!"
"I don't know! It's not like I planned it! It just sort of happened!"
"This is SexEd 101 Maya!"
"I know Riley! You think I would want to purposely get pregnant?!"
"Stop shouting!"
"You stop shouting!"
"Well I'm sorry! This is freaking me out!"
"I'm the one who's about to have a damn baby! Why the hell are you freaking out?!"
Riley took a deep breath and closed her eyes, opening them after she had calmed down a bit, "You know what? There is no point in getting worked up over all of this… Let's just go to the drug store, buy a test and then… and then it'll be clear, right?"
"And if I'm pregnant?"
"We'll cross that bridge if we get there."
"You mean when." Maya corrected sourly, already knowing what she was going to find after taking that test.
"I mean if. Don't stress yourself over this right now. Let's take it one step at a time." Riley said, standing up in a flourish of lanky limbs, "For now, let's get you cleaned up. And then we can go buy that test."
Maya nodded, taking Riley's hand to get help standing up. But she already felt that foreboding, sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She just knew. She had a feeling the results would be positive. Positive in that she was pregnant…
It was time.
Swallowing thickly, Maya rose from her bed and crept towards her desk, scared as hell of what she would see.
"Now or never Maya…" she muttered under her breath, picking up the test on her desk with one hand while covering her eyes with the other. "Be brave."
And then she uncovered her eyes and stared at the mini screen.
Two vertical pink bars.
Two vertical pink bars that, according to the box, meant that she was pregnant.
It was official.
She, Maya Hart, was pregnant.
"Fuck…" Maya breathed out, her voice so strangled and breathing so shallow that the sound almost didn't leave her mouth. Every part of her body felt heavy and her hands had gone cold and clammy. She could hear her heartbeat pounding a mile a minute in her ears. Blue eyes wide, she slumped to the ground, still staring at the offending test.
She could vaguely hear her mother telling her to start heading over to Riley's or they would both be late to school, but she was only focused on the two pink lines that signified the end of her high school career, the end of her hopes and dreams for the future, and the end of her life as she knew it.
But what if it's a mistake? What if the test is wrong? The optimistic voice in Maya's head chirped up.
Maya looked up at the box. 99% accuracy! It boasted. It only served to give the despair creeping up on her more fuel.
"I'm fucking pregnant…" she said, her voice wavering in disbelief. It was all so surreal and unbelievable. Part of her didn't even think this was really happening.
She'd seen plenty of movies and TV shows in which the girl got pregnant in high school and had to deal with consequences of the pregnancy, but she never in a million years thought it would happen to her. All those years, mocking the girls who would end up accidentally pregnant on the shows, and now... she was one of them.
"Maya!" her mother shouted from down the hall, "What is taking you so long? Get going to school!"
"Be out soon!" she shouted back, mustering up enough strength in her voice to respond.
Two things had to happen: One, she needed to discuss this with Riley, pronto. Her mind was far too scrambled and racing to try to figure anything out on her own. She was spiraling; she could feel it. And she most definitely needed Riley right now.
And two: She needed to make sure her mother never found this test. Ever.
So Maya ripped the box up into indecipherable miniscule squares and stuffed it at the very bottom of her trash can. She pulled up the trash bag, deciding to get rid of it now, rather than later. Then, gathering up her bag and her notebooks, she wrapped the test into some tissue and stuffed it in her pencil pouch. She slung her bookbag onto her shoulder, picked up the garbage bag and rushed down the hall to head out of their apartment.
Play it cool Maya. If Mom doesn't see you're a mess, she won't ask questions.
Thankfully, Katy was facing the sink when Maya walked out into the living room, and she quickly rushed past her to head out the door.
"No breakfast, Maya?" Katy asked, still facing the sink, "This is one of my few days off where I can make you something."
"I'm, uh… I'm good Mom." Maya lied quickly, "They're doing that senior brunch thing at school, remember? I'll eat there."
"Okay." Katy said, "Hurry on up to school then."
Releasing a mental sigh of relief, Maya raced out the door and tossed the bag immediately in the apartment dumpster.
She headed toward the subway station, her mind, body, and soul weighed down by the single tiny test wedged in her messenger bag. She felt like the results of the test were branded on her forehead as she walked down the sidewalk. As ridiculous as it seemed, she could have sworn people were smirking and sneering at her, as if they knew what was currently growing in her womb.
As Maya passed by a small coffee shop on the way to the subway, she caught whiff of the strong scent of freshly ground coffee beans. Almost immediately, as if punishing her, her stomach lurched violently. Gagging loudly, Maya gripped her stomach and rushed over to one of the public garbage cans, dry heaving into it for a good minute or so. Her stomach was completely empty, yet it continued to fight her and attempt to upchuck even the air out of her stomach. She felt unbelievably sick.
Shaking, and eyes red and watering, she straightened up, wiping her mouth of the saliva and trying to catch her breath. People walked by giving her worried, disgusted, or amused glances, but she paid them no heed. Because only one thought was going through her mind:
Fuck… I really am going to be a mother…