(Foul language and taboo subjects in this chapter, you have been warned)
Kat's POV:
Uggh, sometimes being the most popular couple in school is so hard, yeah and I know I shouldn't complain, many people would die to be in my shoes, but they don't even know the half of it. It is so stressful having everyone wanting to be you and watching your every moment and everything you go through, its ridiculous. Though honestly I love the attention and all but what if I screw up and everyone knows it, Wyatt would probably dump me like I am a piece of trash, but I wouldn't blame him. I wonder why he even date me . . . Does he just want to use my fragile body? Does he even care about me? Besides for my body I have nothing going for me . . . I'm not popular, I'm smart but the jocks usually don't go for the smart ones, most of the time they only want one things which would to use me. GOD! I am so stupid, of course Wyatt would only date me because of sex, he just wants to use my body, and sure he is good, but I don't want to be used. Is our relationship even healthy? Should I be questioning our whole relationship and all we've been through? Geeez why am I so stupid sometimes?
As I walk into the school I find myself walking straight to his locker while he is digging around I whisper to him hoping no one will hear me, "Hey, we need to talk,"
"'Bout what?" He replies.
"Us."
"What about us?"
"Look, we just need to talk. In private."
"Okay," he says concerned proceeding to lean in closer, "You're not pregnant? Are you?"
I look at his face that is filled with worry, "No!" I blurt louder then I wanted it to be. I look around and a few people are looking at me but soon return to their conversations. "Or at least I don't think so," I say, leading to his face to relax a bit. "Why'd you ask anyways?"
"Uh, um, let's talk about that some where else where there isn't hundreds of people around."
"Okay, so after school? At your place?"
"Sure, I guess," he says.
We walk together to class and we carry on our days together as if nothing happened this morning. At the end of the school day I walk over to Wyatt's vehicle and sit in the passengers seat.
"Your parents home?" I ask.
"Nope," he answers. It was the last thing said till we got to his place. We walk to his room where we feel there is more privacy.
"Speak," I say.
"Well, I think it broke . . ." The last part lingering in the air for a bit.
Those words make my stomach drop and I feel myself getting dizzy but soon I snap out of it. "What broke? The protection? Wyatt, I don't want to be a teen mom! And I know sure a hell you don't want to be a dad!"
"Well, Katilana, I don't know for sure, because I am not you, but, I think so, I just have a gut feeling about it."
"Well what are we going to do? I don't want a child, I am fucking 17, I won't be an adult for another 4 years! I don't want to be looked down upon and thought of a whore! Plus what are we going to do if I am! Damnit we were so stupid! Are we going to abort-"
"Abortion is NOT and option Katilana! I know you don't want a child but taking away its life is not fair, we did the deed now we need to deal with the consequences."
"Look Wyatt," I spit, "we're not fit to be parents, and ultimately it's my choice. I like how my body looks and I am happy with my life and I don't want a child to ruin it all!"
"Okay, but let's not make any rash decisions until we know for sure."
"Fine." I spit, noting to him that I am clearly frustrated.
We walk into the car, and start to drive to target, "do you have cash?" I ask.
"Yeah, why?"
"Don't want them to find out from a bank statement."
"Good point."
"So, you seriously would abort if you are pregnant?"
"No, I mean I don't know I don't really want to be a parent but if we are I need to respect your wishes too."
"Okay, thanks for the truth, and remember no mater what happens I love you, I hope you know that."
"Love you too." I say not really sure whether I mean it or not.
We walk into a target where neither of us shopto be more cautious, first we circle the perimeter of the pharmacy to see if anyone from our school is present, when it is all clear we walk over to the section of pregnancy tests. "So, which one do we get?" He asks me.
"I don't know, I've never done this before!" I say, while glaring at all the test until I grab a cheap one. "Okay, let's go pay." We walk to a self check out till (thank god for that invention.) "Okay where to next?"
"Back to my place? My parents aren't home till super late," Wyatt claims.
"Okay, that's fine to me," I reply.
We drive back to his house, and walk into his room and he sits on his bed. Meanwhile I walk into his personal bathroom, that's connected to his room. I slip the package out of my purse after closing the door. Then I read the instructions and follow them step by step. After finishing I place it on the counter and sit down next to him, "So?" He asks.
"We have to wait five minutes," I reply, placing my head onto his shoulder. When five minutes is up we are both nervous wrecks.
"It's long past five minutes, you should go check it," he says.
"I-i-i can't, you go, please I'm begging you please."
"Okay." He says while standing up, then proceeding to walk to the bathroom. Right before he enters he takes a long, deep breath in. He's nervous, I can tell because he is shaking. Once in the bathroom, my nerves are spiked and I feel sick to my stomach like I never have before. I try to concentrate on something else and I close my eyes so I don't feel so light headed. I shake so bad, but I still try to convince myself that there is no baby, and this was all just a false alarm. All the techniques I try aren't working, and I can feel bile creeping up my throat. Finally Wyatt speaks "Umm Katilana? What does two pink lines mea-." He is cut off by the sounds of my gagging and vomit splashing against the wall.