Hey! I've had this idea on my mind for a long time and I just finally wanted to get it out! Alejaheather for the first time! Woo.
Their roughly like 21 in this fic. Pretty young.
Soo...go head and read and tell me what you think! All reviews are appreciated.
DISLCAIMER: I don't own total drama
"God dammit..."
Heather placed her head in her hands as she slammed the small plastic object in her hand back on the counter. It'd been two fucking months and she should've known something was wrong. She laced her fingers into her raven hair and shut her eyes tightly as she glanced over one last time at the test lying on the counter. Why couldn't she tell beforehand that even spending longer than two hours at that stupid party would end her up either dead from alcohol poisoning or pregnant.
Guess which one she was.
It was all because of that stupid party that her "friends" decided to throw. But ordinarily friends wouldn't let their fellow friend nearly drink themselves into a coma and run off with some random guy to who knows where. He could've fucking kidnapped her and murdered her in the woods, but to her friends it was just good, young adult, fun. Heather barely remembered what happened that night in general. She did however, remember the face that caught her eye at the bar where the party was held. She could never mistake those soft-green eyes for anyone else but him.
"You seem a little...tired, bonita." Heather felt rough hands slither around her waist from behind. A husky voice breathed into her ear and nearly drowned out the blare of booming music shooting through the room. The voice seemed familiar...but how so...
"...I..." The raven haired girl stared off dizzily as the owner of the voice rested his chin in the crook of her neck, lightly brushing the fallen wisps of silky hair away. Slow, sensual kisses showered her neck, taking the girl aback. "I'm fine..."
"Are you?" He breathed into her ear yet again, tightening his grip on her waist as they rocked back and forth.
"Y-yes." She stated firmly, running her dainty hands down to clasp onto his. The attempts to pry his hands off of her so she could slip away went awry as he lightly bit on the soft of her neck, earning a small gasp out of her.
"Ah, ah, ah. Not here music is too loud...I can't hear you...moan." He brought his lips back up to her ear. "And I would love to hear that. But I want you just to myself."
She felt it in her drunken soul that she was going to go home with this man, and she knew just what would happen. Slowly she, craned her neck to the side, giving him better access to her lightly tanned flesh. God he had amazing lips, such an amazing feeling against her skin. And those small hot breaths he took between contacts pushed against her neck and made her want to shove him against a wall right then and there.
"Let's go. Heather." He breathed one last time, right before he memory went hazy. Moments on from that were all a blur.
Now she sat against her bathroom wall and tub, holding back the urge to vomit. Fucking morning sickness was kicking in and nearly making her pass out every day. It was an endless cycle of eating breakfast and puking it up thirty minutes later. But that was the least of her struggles she had to worry about for now. She was pregnant. Pregnant. With his child.
Heather brought her hand up towards her mouth as she dry heaved. "God dammit." How was she supposed to tell him, let alone her parents. I didn't take long for her roommate to find out at all. If anything she knew the instant that Heather had burst in apartment from the dance studio three hours early and into the bathroom.
She was right. She was now expecting.
Slowly, Heather pulled herself from the cold tiles and into her bedroom. She reached for her small, pink covered phone and began scrolling through the contacts. She still had his fucking number; she'd meant to delete it right after that night.
"Oh my God..." The dancer couldn't believe what she was doing. She waited nervously as the dial tone rang through the room.
"Hello, you've reached the voicemail box of 'Alejandro Burromerto'. Please leave your name and number after the beep."
Heather swallowed hard...thank God he didn't pick up. After the number read out the list of options, the beep soon came; the girl bit down on her bottom lip. "...Alejandro?...This...this is Heather...we need to talk..."
Okay, so this was kind of the first chapter/prologue, so yea.
Tell me whether i should keep going.