Okay, so this is my first fan-fic, so don't hate me if it sucks. If I need to work on somehthing, please say so. Don't feel bad for me or anything like that.
I was pacing back and forth in the little space we called a bathroom. Was it two minutes yet? Damn, why did this have to happen to me? Shit. Shit. Shit. I looked the little white stick on my bathroom counter. I saw a little pink plus shimmered it's way on the screen.
" Shit" I said out loud this time.
My name is Clary Fray and I'm 25. And this is what life brings me. A baby. A freaking Baby. I leaned my head against the wall. I just got out of college, I was going to start fresh. And the worse part is, is that my baby's daddy just happens to be the most arrogant, selfish, annoying, Asshat that I've ever met. Jace Lightwood. My best friends brother. What the hell was going through my head that night. We did a bet, he won. So,I danced with him. Then we drank more. Then, we danced again. I remembered being totally wasted. He took me home, and then I woke up with a Golden Boy next to me, naked. And to top it off, I'm having his baby. How am I suppose to tell my best freind I got knocked up by her brother? C'mon, Clary. Pull yourself together. I let out a sigh that I don't know how long I've been holding.
I wrapped the white stick in toilet paper, and threw it in the trash. I opened the door and dragged myself to the kitchen. I opened the frezzer and pulled out a can of cookie dough. I sat down on the couch and changed the channel to an episode id Skins. About a half and hour later, Izzy comes barging through the front door. Almost scaring me to death.
"Hey Clary-" She took one look at me, and rushed over to the couch, dropping her shopping bags on the floor. Man, can that girl shop. She plopped down right next to me.
"What's wrong." She asked curiously.
My hands were shaking. How the hell am I going to tell her! I'm just going to say it. I'm pregnant with Jace's baby. Five words. It can't be that hard.
"Izzy, I messed up." I said. My voice trembling.
"What is it? You don't have herpes, do you?"
"No. that's not it."
"Chlamydia?"
"No." I said very slowly. God, who did she think I was. Maybe I should start putting an 'A' on my wardrobe.
"Gonorrhea?" She asked. A disgusting look was growing on her face.
"God no, Izzy. What I did was bad, but not that bad!" I said horrified.
"Tell me! Tell me why the minute I walked through the door, it looked like you were about to pee your pants!" she asked.
"Because I'm pregnant Izzy!" I blurted out. She gasped. I clapped my hand over my mouth. I didn't expect it to come out like that. I expected it to be more smoother and calm. Not rushed and pushy.
"You're WHAT!"she asked shocked. "I'm pregnant." I said it more smoother this time.
"How? You don't even have a boyfriend!"
"I know. But it was an accident. I-I was drunk!" Tears threatening to come out. Great. I'm breaking down already and I didn't even get tothe worse part.
" How did this happen? I mean, if you don't have a boyfriend who is the father?"
" That's the worst part Izzy!"
"Please don't tell me you dont know, because I really don't want to be on the Maury Show, sitting next to him while he's screaming'You Are The Father'" She said imitating his voice. How could she be cracking jokes at a time like this? This is serous!
"No Izzy. I no who the father is."
"Who is it!" she asked eagerly.
"Please, Izzy. Don't get mad. It was an accident I-I-"
"Shhh, Clary. I won't get mad, just tell me." she pleaded. I took a deep breath. I can say it. Two words. Not that hard.
"It's Jace." I watched her eyes go wide. They were showing so many emotion. Shock. Confusion. Anger. Disbelief...Hate. Great. Now my best friend hates me. But who wouldn't. How would I react If Izzy said she got knocked up by Jonathon. Not good.
"WHAT!"
Okay, was it good, bad. should I continue, or should I stop. Review please.