Hello my loyal readers! So today, this chapter is a little saucy. For some reason, I was itching to write something a little scandalous. So, here you go!

Jared and I had been secretly dating for four months. Of course, the whole school knew, so it wasn't the biggest secret, but we had kept it from our parents.

"Come on, Helga," he said quietly. I was sitting in his lap in his room, cuddling into him. "We need to tell our parents," his voice muffled by my hair.

I pressed my lips to his. I tried to avoid the subject as much as possible. He broke off and gave me a stern look. He couldn't hold it for long, the corner of his mouth turning. "We can't keep it from them forever," he said, kissing my cheek.

I nodded my head. "I think we can. I mean, if your parents haven't found out you've brought a girl into your room the last four months, then I think that's fate telling us we shouldn't tell them."

He laughed. "The only reason they don't know, is because I'm so stealthy." He moved his face to mine and whispered, "We don't have to tell them now. I can wait." I smiled at him; he understood. "But," he added. "We have to tell them sometime. How about we set a deadline? In the next month, we have to tell them." He held out is hand. "Agree?"

I nodded my head and brought his lips to mine. I shivered as he touched the bare skin on the small of my back. He giggled, noticing how tense I became. I responded bringing my hands to his face and pushing myself on top of him. He brought my hips down to his. I gasped at his sudden forwardness. Usually I took the lead, but I was strangely okay with this. I could feel his smile forming under my lips. I laughed and he pushed away.

"Are you amused?" He asked, staring at me.

I shook my head, still laughing, and brought myself onto him. His hands found the hem of my shirt. I arched my back, and helped him take it off. My cheeks immediately flushed; he'd never seen me shirtless. His eyes scanned me, but before he could gaze anymore I began kissing him again.

His fingers slid under my jeans, but I grabbed his hand. "Jared," I spoke, catching my breath. "Jared, we can't do this; not now." I sat up next him.

He shook his head. "Yea; you're right." He stood up, grabbing his shirt that had someone flown off his body at some point. "Sorry," he added.

I grabbed his waist. "Don't be sorry. It's not like I wasn't enjoying it." He pushed my shoulders down onto the mattress and slid his hands under me. He began unbuttoning my jeans. I let him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I spoke breathlessly.

X X X

I woke up next to Jared, feeling utterly guilty. Had I just done what all parents tell you to wait years for? Had I just broken the one major rule in the book? Jared was asleep with one arm lazily strewn on my stomach. I gently took his arm off and searched for my clothes, which were scattered in the room. I tip toed into the bathroom and got dressed.

I sat on the toilet, dizzy from reality hitting me. Yes, we'd been together for awhile, but was I really dumb enough to do something like this? Was I going to be the gossip at our school for the next few weeks? I put my hand over my mouth, holding back the nausea. "You. Are. An. Idiot," I said out loud. I got dressed quickly.

There was a knock on the door. "Caressa, are you okay?" Jared whispered. I stood up and quietly opened the door. "Are you okay? I woke up and you weren't there. I thought you'd left," he said, looking away with sadness.

I tilted his chin towards me. "No, I would never leave. I came in here to get dressed."

"Don't you wanna sleep some more?" He asked.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I'm not an expert on this, Jared. I've never-" I didn't finish the sentence, the embarrassment keeping me from completing it. I've never had sex. You were my first.

"Hey," he said, smiling at me. "To tell you the truth, I've never done it either." He looked away.

"Really?" I said in surprise. "I thought you were the stud muffin of the school." He laughed, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back onto his bed.

After a few moments on silence, I asked, "What's the time?"

He picked up his phone from the nightstand. "About 11:45."

"Shit," I said under my breath. "I'm supposed to be home by 11; that's my curfew. Do you mind driving me home?" I began walking to the door.

He put a hand on my waist, stopping me from moving. "Calm down, Caressa. Just text your parents and tell them you're at a friend's house."

I contemplated my options; disobey my parents on so many levels or go home and get screamed at for coming home late. "Fine," I finally said. "I'll text them." He smiled at me. "I don't feel good about it though," I added.

He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. "What don't you feel good about?"

"I just went against my parents in more ways than I ever thought humanly possible," I snapped back.

He kissed my cheek. "Don't worry, Caressa. Everything's fine."

"How do you know that, though?" I said, looking into his eyes. "We're just dumb teenagers."

"Actually, we are quite intelligent teenagers." I glared at him. "Just pointing that out," he added.

I smirked. "Obviously not," I scoffed.

"Hun, you have to stop worrying." He kissed me deeply. "Promise me you're okay?" I nodded my head as the kiss intensified. The buzz of my phone broke the kiss. "Is it your mom?"

"Yea. She said: Ok sweetie. Have fun at your friend's house. That was easier than I thought."

Jared smiled, pleased with himself. "Now you can stop worrying, because there are other things that I would like to be doing at this point." I flung myself onto the bed and he came down next to me. He pulled the covers over the both of us.

"Night," I whispered, smiling. He leaned forward and kissed lips lightly.

"Night, honey." A few seconds later, he added, "I love you."

My heart stopped. We had never said those words. I definitely felt the same, but never had I had the courage to physically say them.

I lay there, silent. "I love you, too," I blurted out.

His shoulders released tension and he was asleep in minutes. I lay, staring at the ceiling.

I thought of how pissed my mom would be if she found out I had sex. Or how disappointed Arnold would be for not telling him I had a boyfriend.

You're going to end up like your mom. She fell in love in high school, too. What if he's like Rob? You never know. I faced Jared, who was now soundlessly asleep. His hair was messy and his cheeks flushed. He could never be like- My mind rejected his name in pain. I quickly tried to think of something else, distract myself. Rob.

Just thinking about him made me feel sick to my stomach. My stomach twisted as my mind reminded me of him. What if Jared turns out to be like him? No, he could never be like Rob. Rob is a terrible person; Jared is the sweetest and most thoughtful guy I know. Are you sure you can trust him? Mom trusted Rob with all her heart.

The lump in my throat grew as I attempted to hold back the tears that wanted so badly to fall. I didn't want to wake Jared up, so I quietly removed the blanket off of myself and slid my legs off the bed. The tears were already falling down my face. All the awful memories of Rob surged through me. As me breathing quickened, I knew a panic attack was coming. I stood up, not wanting Rob to see my like this again, but automatically my knees buckled and I was on the ground crying and gasping for air. I heard movement from the bed.

I looked up and saw Jared staring at me. "Sweetie, are you okay?" I wanted to lie. I wanted to lie so bad; tell him I was fine, go to the bathroom, and cry through the panic attack. I shook my head and let the tears stain my cheeks. "Caressa," he whispered in my ear.

He got out of bed and stood next to me. He wrapped his arms under my knees and picked me up. We sat on his bed while he was cradling me in his arms.

I didn't get a panic attack that night. Jared managed to stop it in his tracks, and after he soothed me I had the best sleep I'd had in months.

The next few weeks were relatively the same; sleep, eat, go to school, and see Jared. After three weeks, Jared told me we set a deadline to tell our parents about our relationship.

Knowing that I made a commitment to him, one day after school, he and I went over to my house to tell my parents.

"Mom? You here?" I yelled into the empty hallway; it wasn't empty for long. Little Liam waddled up to me and held onto my leg.

"I'm in the bedroom, Caressa." I looked behind and motioned for Jared to come in.

"I need to talk to you. Could you come down into the living room?" I picked up Liam and began walking towards the living room.

"Sure thing, honey. I'll be down in five."

"So this is where my girlfriend resides in," Jared said, sitting down on the couch.

"This would be where I grew up…partially," I said, sitting down with Liam, still in my arms. Liam giving Jared a death glare.

Jared laughed. He stretched out his arm and let Liam hold onto his fingers. "Hey, little man." I looked at Liam, whose face was lighting up. For being 3, he was quiet and sweet. He never really went through the terrible two's phase.

I kissed him on the head. "Do I get one?" Jared asked playfully.

"In the house where my parents are? No thank you." I said, turning my face away.

"We do it at my house," he said, making me look at him.

"Yes, but I'm about to tell my parents about us. Now would not be a good time. After we tell them, we can go out and get something to eat," I came down to a whisper, "and you can kiss me as much as you want." I winked at him.

Footsteps sounded through the hallway. I put Liam down, grabbed Jared's hand and made him stand up with me. "Caressa, what did you-Oh, I didn't know you brought company." She walked over. "Want to introduce us, Caressa?"

Before I could say anything, Jared held out his hand. "Hello, Mrs. Pataki. My name is Jared." My mom took his hand.

"Nice to meet you," she said. "Oh, I must look terrible right now. If I'd known someone was-"

I interrupted her before she could embarrass herself more. "Mom," I looked at her, widening my eyes to try and make her stop. "This is Jared. He's my boyfriend." I just let it slip out.

"Oh," she said, her face stunned. "When were you planning on telling me, Caressa?" She sounded angry.

"Mom, I was going to-"

"No. Don't give excuses. And you," she pointed to Jared. "You better treat my daughter well. If you break her heart, I will break you." She stormed off into her bedroom.

I let out a long breath. "I'm so sorry she was rude to you, Jared. I don't know why she acted like that." Jared cupped my face.

"Although I care what she thinks, I only care about us right now." He leaned his face and gave me a light kiss. "Come on, let's go get some food."

I nodded my head and giggled, and walked out the front door.

We went to a little restaurant downtown; he insisted this place was amazing.

We ordered quickly and stole kisses from each other when no one was looking.

I had an ongoing pain occurring in my stomach for a week, and the intenseness of it grew every day. I clutched my stomach when people weren't looking and cried whenever I got home and was by myself. Too bad Jared noticed.

"Sweetie, are you feeling okay? You keep holding your stomach and making weird faces." He held my hand across the table.

"Yea, I'm fine. I think I have a stomach bug or something. My stomach has been bothering me for a week now. Don't worry about it," I said, trying to smile.

Before he could respond, the food came. I ordered the pesto spaghetti; it had always been my favorite on the menu. The smell of garlic lingered in the air and hit my nose. My stomach flipped from the smell. I threw my hand to my mouth and ran to the bathroom. I wretched into the toilet.

"Honey, are you throwing up?" I hadn't locked the door to the one bathroom they had, so Jared walked in. "Oh, Caressa."

I was slouching next to the toilet and the smell of bile filled the air. He ran over to me and held me. Another wave of nausea came through me. I immediately flung myself over the toilet and gagged into it. Jared was rubbing my back, trying to soothe me. He stood up, wet some paper towels, and wiped my mouth. He then held a clean one to my forehead. After a few minutes of not throwing up, he helped me stand up and lead me to the car. He went back inside to pay as I sat helplessly in the car.

I feel like shit right now. What could possibly be making me- My heart dropped. It couldn't be; I didn't even want to think about it. Is it possible? I thought to myself. Am I…pregnant? I shook the thought out of my mind; I didn't want it to be true. Was it even a possibility? In our whole relationship, I'd slept with him once; after the first time I was too terrified to do it again, no matter how amazing it was. And we used protection. I should be okay, right?

There was a grocery store right across the road. I wrote a little note to Jared, telling him I was in the shop and I'd be right back. I quickly entered the store and walked towards the pregnancy tests. I still looked like a child myself, so being in this section was extremely embarrassing. I skimmed the aisle and just picked the one that looked the best. I grabbed two of them, just to make sure, and walked towards the checkout.

"Is this all for you today, miss?" The woman said, obviously shocked.

I looked away from her, avoiding eye contact. "Yes."

She bagged them up in a little, white, paper bag. I gave her the twelve dollars and rushed to the bathroom. When I saw myself in the mirror, my cheeks were flushed from embarrassment.

I opened the box, examining the instructions.

My heart was racing. After taking both the tests, I sat them down on the counter. My forehead was shiny from sweat and the feeling of throwing up was coming again. After a few minutes I picked both of them up, hoping for the minus sign to appear.

I looked at them; the same symbol on both. My face went white. I dropped one of them from shock, the + sign facing upwards. I grabbed my backpack, and walked past the woman I had just bought them from.

"Honey, you'll get through it." I'm going to guess she noticed the look on my face and the fact that I wasn't carrying the tests anymore.

I nodded in her direction and walked back to the car.

I slowly opened the passenger door. "You took awhile; did you throw up again?"

I shook my head. I was looking blankly out the window. "What's wrong, Caressa?"

Without looking back at him, I spoke flatly. "I'm pregnant."

He gasped. "What?" He asked, making me look at him.

"I'm pregnant," I said, tears falling off my cheeks.

"But we-we-" He couldn't finish his sentence.

"We used protection, I know," I was saying between gasps of air. He reached out and held my head to his chest, letting me cry into his shirt.

"What are we going to do?"

I looked away, guilty. "We can't keep this baby. We're teenagers." I put my face into my hands. "We're just stupid teenagers."

He removed my hands from my face. "Hun, we can get through this. I know we can." he smiled weakly. "We can choose the decision we think will work best for us."

"We can't take care of a baby. I don't want my parents finding out." I was crying loudly, getting weird stares from the people walking by. "I don't want them finding out ever." I gave him a look.

"Are you sure? You're sure you want to do this?" He looked sad and terrified.

"It's the best thing to do. I know it. Please don't hate me," I whispered, crying into my sleeve.

"I could never hate you."

Yes, I know. Abortion is a controversial subject. But I believe its okay. I hope if you don't support abortion, you'll continue reading. If not, no need to leave rude commentary.

Anyway, leave a review! I love reading them!

Edit: Someone who reviewed said te dialogue between Helga and her mom was too short, so I added a little bit to it.