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Fuck my life. I seem to be thinking of this phrase a lot lately.
It's mentally said at least 6 times a day. Normally thought in every lesson that I share with him, which is basically every class I have.
I wasn't always this depressed and hateful, but in light of recent events I think I have every right to be.
It is currently Friday evening and it is the end of my seventh week at Spencer Academy. So far I have made one friend (who is awesome by the way); she is also my roommate which is how we came to be. Her name is Marisol; she is of the bad boy rock persuasion, which in my opinion is due to her obsession with a certain blonde God of Spencer. At the moment she is sitting across the table, at Nicky's, from me munching on a tray of fries while gazing lovingly at Reid Garwin, the number two playboy of Ipswich. Though others would disagree and rank him as number one, I have other reason to believe his best friend has that status.
Yes. That's right, I think Tyler Simms is the biggest playboy jackass in this oh-so-quiet little town.
It all started on my first night here. I was bribed into joining Marisol attend a party at some rich students house, so dressed in my black figure hugging skinny jeans, tight white 'wife beater' topped with black leather fingerless gloves and my three inch black heels, we set off.
Arriving at the party, already in full swing, I danced a little with cute boys and drank way more than I should have! At about one in the morning, most people were rather smashed, and I had been flirting with a brunette guy who was painstakingly beautiful with bright blue eyes for a good hour. I found out his name was Tyler and the party was for his eighteenth birthday.
We were both intoxicated and decided to move to his bedroom. Locking the door our lips attached and broke only to let out moans and get down and dirty in the art of recreational sex. Waking up that morning alone in his bed, I quickly found my clothes, dressed and headed back to the dorms. I found myself thinking about that night and what could happen in the future frequently, until my first day in classes when he ignored me and shot me down when I asked him out for coffee.
I was literally crushed. I came to Spencer with hopes and dreams, with my virginity in-tact, and within the first twenty-four hours Tyler Simms had ruined my life. Literally.
Now I keep the biggest secret I have ever had in hopes that it would disappear. But it never will, unless I do the unthinkable.
I am not about to kill my child. Even if it wasn't conceived out of love.
Oh, and nobody knows that I am with child except myself and my roommate.
Nobody knows who the father is, except me.
"Want another drink?" I asked Marisol, breaking her out of a trance.
"Yeah sure"
"Malibu and coke coming up!" guessing her drink was an easy task as Malibu was the only alcoholic beverage she has. That is until she gets drunk and throws it up the next morning, which is enough to change your drink choice.
"It really sucks that you can't drink," she commented, "but it is your fault!" I raised my eyebrows with shock.
"I didn't plan it Sol." I whisper shouted.
"What? It was an accident? You 'accidently' fell on some dudes unprotected 'penis' and made him a little too happy." Marisol stated with added air quotation marks.
"Ha, ha. Your humour never ceases to amuse me. Anyway, what was with the air quotes for penis?"
"Well, I have been assuming that you had sex with a human male, but that may not be the case." I just continued to stare in question at the strange girl sat in front of me.
"You might have been abducted by aliens and sent back to give birth to an alien baby. The possibility of your child not being human is rather large." Wow, I'm starting to wonder is she was human!
I got up and walked to the bar without commenting on what she had just concluded.
"What can I get you?" Nicky asked with a smile on his face.
"Just a coke and a Malibu and coke, please."
As Nicky was tending to my order I turned around to look around the bar but found I was staring at a chin. Slowly I looked up to see a familiar blue eyed blonde god.
"Well, I must say you are looking mighty fine today! Do you know what the word of the day is?" he asked while placing a gloved hand round the back of my neck softly.
"No, but do enlighten me." I said trying not to sound bitter.
"The word is legs. Now let's go back to my place and spread the word." He pulled my face so close that our lips were nearly touching.
"Sex with one Ipswich son was enough to fuck me up for good, thank you." his face turned to shock and embarrassment as I pushed him gently away, got the drinks and went back to my table.
Marisol was staring at me with and angry expression. Of course she had seen the little exchange between me and Garwin. Damn it.
"What the hell was that?"
"He was just being an ass; don't worry all he wanted was a shag. I harbour no feelings for that particular son; don't worry your little heart."
"Well, ok but I got my eyes on you." she said while trying to look intimidating and seductive at the same time.
"Kinky." My input had us both laughing hysterically. We didn't realise that all four sons of Ipswich had walked over and was now standing and looking at us like we were mental.
"That little comment earlier caught me off guard, but none of my brothers admit to ever sleeping with you. So, tell me which one." Reid delightfully spoke.
"Number one, what's with the 'brothers' thing, you're not related. Number two, you guys look like you should be in a boy band or something, but I doubt you'll ever be as good as NSYNC." Hearing Sol try and suppress her laughter I stood up, "number three, I would prefer to not lose my virginity through drunken sex at a birthday party." By this time I could see Tyler shift uneasily, contemplating whether I was going to tell them what a douche bag he is. "And number four, did it ever occur to you Garwin, that not everybody wants to shag you. It was just a way to decline your offer." I smiled sweetly at him and heard a small sigh of relieve from Simms.
"Well, aren't you the little feisty bitch, what's your name?" the other boys followed him as he sat down at our table. I could tell that Tyler was nervous and on edge as he sat next to me, while Marisol had changed into her shy mode that came about whenever Blondie was near her.
"Roxana." I answered simply trying to forget about the way my body wanted to touch Tyler.
"Pretty, what about your friend?" when Marisol looked up I saw their eyes meet and automatically new this was the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
"Marisol." I answered not that they were paying much attention.
I looked away before the feeling of sadness and longing over came me like it did sometimes when I saw happy couples, knowing that I would have to raise this child alone. My hand unconsciously went to my stomach.
"I'm Caleb, this is Pogue and Tyler," he pointed respectively; "i've seen you around school, and in the music rooms." Oh crap. My singing was a secret talent that I never want anyone to hear, I sing with my feelings so who knows what Caleb might have found out!
"Oh, you have? Great."
I was starting to feel a little queasy, thanks to stupid morning sickness. I took it as my sign to leave.
"Mar, can we head back now, I'm not feeling too good." She looked to me with a face full of concern.
"Damn it Rox, I knew you shouldn't have come out, come on."
"We were going to head out now anyway; we will walk you to your car." Reid so kindly offered.
I got up and grabbed my purse. We all walked outside and I could feel my stomach starting to hurt more and more.
With quick goodbyes Marisol started to drive back to the dorms. My temperature was rising and the pain in my stomach was so intense I let out a shriek of pain. Marisol stopped the car quickly and rushed around to my side, opened the door and started trying to ask what was wrong.
"I... *Shriek*... I-it... hurts so god damn...*shriek* freaking much!" I was saying in between cry's of pain. I was clutching my stomach with sweat and tears running down my face. Leaning forward I could fell my body shaking with fear and pain. I couldn't lose my baby, it wasn't an option. I heard another car pull up and voices talking. I thought the voices sounded familiar then I heard Tyler's voice laced with concern.
"What's wrong with her?" at least that's what I think he said; by this time everything around me was going fuzzy and spinning.
All I could think about was my baby and the pain. I started to drift into unconsciousness, the last thing I heard was 'you have to help her, she's pregnant!'