The next morning, I went to the clinic, in a different city, with a different name, and a different age, just like three years ago. Except this time I did have something, and I'm not the only one who knew. So when I got home, I just sat in bed and cried.
Jay kept on calling me so many times that day, I turned off the phone. I could not deal with him right now. I decided to jump in the shower, even with the gonorrhea gone, I didn't feel clean. And when I got out, guess who I see?
"Jay, just go away." I said sadly.
"Emma look, I'm sorry okay." He started pacing the small length of my basement bedroom. "You think if I knew I had something, I would have done that with you?"
I sighed, sitting down on my bed. "No."
"See? So please Emma, please forgive me." He was on his knees in front of me.
"Jay," I got up and paced around. "It's not just the STD. I mean, I obviously know I wasn't the only girl you were with, but I didn't know it was that many!"
Jay caught my hand and I looked at him. "Look, I'm sorry, Emma. I'm sorry for everything. But please, I don't want to lose you."
I sighed and sat back down. "I don't want to lose you either, but Jay, you hurt me."
"Look Em," My ears perked up when I heard him use that name. "I'll give up all those random girls."
"Amy?"
"Gone."
"Girls at the ravine?"
"History."
I sighed. "What about Alex?"
He sat down next to me. "Em…"
I looked at him struggling this choice. "I guess I can deal with Alex. I mean, that's way better than before."
Jay gave me a real smile, not a smirk. "Emma, you are the best!" He kissed the top of my head, and left.
"Emma, what have you gotten yourself into?" I sighed, and layed back on my bed, pillow covering my face.