A/N: This is the first story that I have ever written, and it may seem a little harsh at first, but it is a Bible fanfic, so don't worry, God is in this story! I hope you like it, but even if you don't...I like writing it anyway!

"So…this was fun…" Jacob Newton stood in front of me at the bus stop, awkwardly wringing his hands as if he didn't know exactly how to end our date.

"Yeah…it was…so I guess I'll go home then" I moved towards the bus, hoping that he would say something, anything, that would make the date a little more worthwhile.

"Uh, wait…you forgot something!" I rushed to him, thankful for the excuse to not board the bus quite yet. "What?"

"This", he leaned towards me and planted a soft kiss on my lips. It was nice, different then anything I had ever felt before; soft and sweet. But as he began to run his hands up and down my back, my lips lit on fire, I pulled him closer to me and ran my hands through his short hair. Our kissing became more urgent, and I could barely breathe. He broke the kiss, and looked at me seductively, "Hey, my parents aren't home tonight, did you want to come back to my house?"

The heated kissing had made me feel very confident, so I brazenly leaned forward and bit his earlobe, "Yes", I whispered in his ear. So we crossed the street, boarded the bus on the other side, and drove to his house, kissing all the way.

I came home around two in the morning, and went straight to my bedroom, where I put on a sweat suit and crawled into bed, curling up into a tight ball. I was in pain, and I was feeling a very strong pull of regret. Something about what we had done wasn't right, it didn't feel romantic; it felt sleazy and wrong. Maybe I should've waited until I was older before I slept with someone, I thought, but now it was too late to go back. A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it, and soon they were pouring out of my eyes like rain.

I woke up the next morning with red puffy eyes, and at first I couldn't realize why I felt so awful. It came rushing back just as my mother opened the door to my bedroom,

"Andrea! It's — oh, you're up! Are you OK? You look a little off."

"Actually Mom, I feel pretty sick so I don't think I'm going to go to the mall like we planned. Sorry."

"No, its fine, that gives me some time to work in the garden. I'll bring you some thing to eat before I get to it. I hope you aren't coming down with the flu!" She tucked me in, and left to get me some food, leaving me feeling even more guilty.

Jake called me three times, and texted me after I answered none of them. "Hey Andrea! So do you want to get together again sometime today? ;)" I couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask me that! Was he stupid? Clearly I was not in the mood to talk to the guy who had ruined everything! I tried to calm down, I knew it wasn't his fault, but at the time, it certainly felt like it.

Two weeks later I woke up, and I knew something was very wrong. It didn't feel right inside my abdomen, and I was very sore. I knew right away what the problem was. I was pregnant. I don't know how I knew, I just did, but I wanted to be sure, so I went to the drug store, bought a couple tests and tried them at home. Both were positive. "CRAP!"

A/N: I know that chapter is majorly short, but I'm just getting into it...hopefully as the story progresses, I'll be able to lengthen them a bit! Please review and give me all the advice and criticism you can! I'm sure you can tell that I need it!!