Teen Pregnancy and How to realize its importance
Some might find it completely natural for teenagers to go around and be completely promiscuous. And it is fine, they're teenagers, what bad can they do that adults wouldn't? Well, how about a botched education because of reckless sexual behavior that inevitably resulted in a conceived, unplanned baby?
Tactless and idiotic is the proper words to describe Teen Pregnancy. Unbelievably disruptive while being incredibly damaging to the futures of the children—because that is what teenagers are, children—involved.
Adults might find it within themselves to be prideful and say, not my kid, nuh uh, my kid is smart and they're a good kid, they won't do something so shameful. But that is just it, the more you pressure a child, the more they will act out. And the result of their rebellious tendencies is terribly destructive.
Take student S. for example, she is highly above average in academics, captain of the fencing team, brought back more than dozens of gold medals in competitions, defeated thousands in her capability to make friends; but, with one misstep, one sad, pathetic, school-break related party, and with one boy who wasn't her boyfriend, whom no doubt seduced her: student S. was bounded by the chains of motherhood.
Say what you want about student S., she was very much under strenuous pressure. She wouldn't show it on a daily basis, since no kid would show that they're under heavy stress, it's something prideful that children like to endure, and so S. endured, she endured it day in and day out until one day, she just broke.
She broke and committed a tragic mistake. To have sex at a party with someone other than her boyfriend without proper use of protection.
Maybe the fact that she committed to such an act with someone she barely knows was also a way for her to rebel. Besides the fact that she lied to her parents to attend said party in the first place. Maybe having a dream-like life while still in school is more displeased to a person than one would have thought.
Let this example be one of the many instances that would raise our awareness towards…
"Goddamit!" Thor roared as he crumpled up the newspaper and slammed it on the table. Steve frowned unhappily at the sight of his friend in such a troublesome heap. "I'll murder that little twerp!"
Clint shook his head disapprovingly, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. They were all on floor 23, the only floor that was still under construction, for some reason Mr. Stark, Tony's father, suspended the work a few days before he went on a business trip a year ago; since then, Steve and his group of friends had been occupying this floor as their hanging out spot. But, considering the situation Thor Odinson was in, the floor would need to be reconstructed soon. They had been staying there since lunch, and already half of the pipes have been bended by Thor in a fit of rage.
Slamming his heels onto the floor, Thor paced aggressively.
"Fucking fuck, fuck!" Thor yelled frustratedly. "What happened Steve?" Thor screeched in rage, swirling around to glare at Steve. "What the fuck happened? No one was supposed to know about this! We kept this whole thing under lock, you said you were going to distract everyone away from Sif! Goddamit Steve!"
"Jesus Christ, Thor, not everything is under my control." Steve argued, he glared up at his friend from his slouching position on a pile of red steel cylinders. "I did what I had to do, I beat the crap outta Stark. I even brought the fucker into the clinic, what more could I have done to put the spotlight on myself and away from you and Sif?"
"I don't know, man! I don't fucking know!" Thor roared loudly, the sound vibrating across the entire floor. After another couple of steps, Thor flopped down on the dusty ground. "What am I gonna do, man? What if Jane finds out?"
Clint rolled his eyes, looking at a piece of gravel on his leather jacket before dusting it off.
"How did Loki find out? I was so sure he would be focusing on me and Stark." Steve shook his head, dangling his fingers through his soft blonde hair in disappointment. Steve even suffered through the whole i'll fix your wounds really close to you move he pulled on Tony yesterday just for the sake of keeping Sif's little bump out of the spotlight. He had made sure that everyone saw him bringing Tony into the nurse's office, a collective amount of reporters witnessing him entering the clinic a few hours later and emerging out with medicine stained fingers. "Maybe he got suspicious at the whole theatricality of it. I would never fix Tony up no matter how much guilt I feel. That asshole is such an… asshole."
"Okay, Steve, let's back away from your steamy relationship with Stark for a sec to figure this out." Clint interrupted. "Thor, I already sent Fandral and Hogun out to contain the spread of those rumors, they should be back pretty soon with the first batch of the papers, and Volstagg is taking a little visit to Loki and his accomplices to get them to stop the printing."
"But what about mouth to mouth? Loki's pretty good at that as well. He's not that dumb to just spread things on papers." Thor muttered, his neck length, golden blonde hair brushed his face like curtains, showing his incoming depression.
Clint sighed. "Yeah… there's that too huh?" Looking at his shoes, for the first time that day, Clint began to pretend to think about his friends' problems.
Steve rubbed his face tiredly.
"Thor, come on. We can control that when it comes. Can anybody really make fun of us? Sure they might whisper but who cares?" Steve said, trying to lift up his friend's spirits. "And I think if you tell Jane the truth she would forgive you, Thor. Remember that summer when you ditch Jane completely to go to your parents' cabin and totally deserted her for weeks? You said you were sorry and she forgave you."
Thor gave him a look and Steve nodded.
"Right after she iced you for weeks, and slapped you twice in under an hour. Right."
Thor groaned, standing up in a huff. His muscles clenched in anger.
"I swear to God, Loki better run and hide his little mousy face before I friggin find him and punch it in!" Thor growled angrily, his hands hardened into huge, vein popping fists.
"My, my, my. Thor." Loki sniggered as he walked in from the entrance a few feet away, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg following solemnly behind him. "What a threat to be making to your savior, Thor."
Thor charged at Loki at full speed, despite being at equal height, Loki was considerably thinner and weaker than Thor was, but Loki didn't let this faze him. Even as Thor slammed his fingers around Loki's smooth, pale throat before crashing his entire body onto the closest wall. Thor's fingers tightened.
"Fuck you, Loki." He spat into Loki's smug face. His nails diggin roughly into soft skin. "I'll kill you, then I'll fucking butcher your fucking corpse."
Wincing amusedly at the loud threat Thor made, Loki blinked slowly up at the angry, so called, God of Thunder with humor in his eyes.
"I don't get why you're so mad, Thor, it's just a little article piece about the dangers of teen pregnancy." Loki said, moving his hands up to rub teasing circles around Thor's wrist. "Unless…"
"Unless what, Loki?" Thor leaned in closer to Loki, their breaths mingling, mere millimeters separating them.
"Unless you're in the know of someone who's preggers, Thor." Loki smirked triumphantly. "The article uses an example of a stressed out student who made a bad choice at a dumb party and ended up pregnant, it was supposed to be about the acknowledgement for stress upon students everywhere, and the prospect of what would happen if students like you and I continued to be carrying such a weight load." Thor's face was murderous. "I have no clue that it was Sif who is actually with child, Thor I had absolutely no idea… until yesterday. But sadly, it was already too late, the papers were already in circulation and there's nothing more I could do."
Thor squeezed harder at the shrug Loki made, pretend to be in distress, Loki scratched his nails slightly at Thor's skin, making marks that a cat would.
"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't break your neck right now." Thor grumbled, his eyes ablaze with hatred.
"Well," Loki strained. "Your fingerprints would be all over my neck and there would be definite bruises appearing in about a few hours, so if you ditch me out the window and pretend I slipped and fall, your prints would still be all over my skin, and with the people admitting to our annual trifles, you'd be the first suspect to my accident-turned murder, your friends would be accomplices, and you all would be in jail."
Thor put pressure onto his hold.
"I can live with that knowing a scum like you is gone." Thor gritted his teeth and seem to be really considering Loki's death.
"Then who… would fix… your Sif… probl… ugh!" Loki struggled for real now, sighing his own fingers in between Thor's and his neck, trying to rip the buffer man's iron grip off of him.
"How are you going to fix this, Loki?" Thor muttered, eyes clouded over with rage.
"Leh… go…" Loki heaves. Stunted that Thor's friends would let this go on. "Then… I'll… tell…yough!"
Tossing Loki roughly away from himself, Thor sneered at the coughing ginger.
"Then fucking speak, bitch. I doubt any of my friends are going to say no to me ending you."
"Ha, ha ha." Loki wheezed, swiping at his nose. "Damn… Thor… you really like that Sif, huh?" Loki swallowed painfully, his saliva tasted like acid down his throat.
"I fucking love her. Now tell me how you'll fix this." Thor declared loudly, his arms crossed as a way to stop himself from grasping at Loki again. He just might commit a felony.
Snickering, Loki straightened up, sniffled, then fixed his clothes.
"Just chill the fuck out." He advised coolly. Face blank.
Thor felt his nerves stretching and his blood boiling.
"What?" His voice was shaking with unimaginable anger.
"Chill out." Loki repeated. This time with a fake smile. "Just don't react to it, although it would be extremely boring for me; if you don't react to it, those ants down there wouldn't even look at you twice. They'll just think it's another one of those school board takeover health awareness days and Sif's pregnant self would be in the clear." Loki grinned. "Simple as that."
"Uh huh, and what do you get in return for keeping this a secret, Frost Giant?" Thor hissed, sneering still at the straightened form of Loki. Whose face turned cold at the nickname.
"You'll know in time. God of Thunder." Loki meant it as a good bye and walked away.
As he passed the Warrior Three, Fandral, Hogun, and Volstagg, Loki whispered to Fandral, another blonde, although his hair color was dirtier and he seemed more relaxed than his friends, Loki knew he could become mighty dangerous.
"You're going to stay with the woman who cheated on you with your friend?" Loki murmured as he passed Fandral. "Pathetic."
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Steve rubbed his forehead, deep in thoughts. He was in English class, it was the next day, and Loki had kept his promise; no one peeped a peek at Sif's growing stomach. But Thor was still on edge.
Steve had advised him to tell Jane Foster the truth, the sooner the better, but Thor, being quite a coward every once in awhile, refused to. He didn't want her to leave him because of some dumb, drunk, partying mistake.
"Steve, can you read the next passage?" Ms. Hill requested, her face passive as she gave Steve an annoyed stare.
"Uh… I'll read the next one." Steve said, looking at her with a strained smile. Ms. Hill blinked slowly in aggravation.
"Alright then, class, let's continue—" Ms Hill was interrupted by the door sliding wide opened. Steve tensed, his eyes grew wide.
Tony Stark walked in with his tanned lenses—sunglasses on his face, his suit newly ironed, and his shoes brightly shined. He was rich and he dressed like it. Tony gave Ms. Hill a pass silently and trotted his way to his desk. Tony never bring a backpack to school.
"Stark." Steve regarded, nodding at Tony neutrally.
"Rogers." Tony replied, raising the corner of his mouth up into a small smile.
"Now if there isn't anymore interruption, Mr. Stark, please turn your Dracula book to page twenty two, Mr. Rogers, please help him and pay attention." Ms. Hill ordered, then the class stopped their stares and resumed.
"Was your injuries that painful?" Steve asked, almost stupidly, his reluctance to befriend Tony showed through his attempt at conversation.
"Not really, no, they stopped aching once I've had some ice packs on them but Jarvis wanted me to stay home anyways. He's a little guilty for being so late at picking me up on Monday." Tony explained. Surprised both himself and Steve at how much he was sharing.
But Steve recovered quickly and gave Tony a soft smile at his description about the interaction he and Jarvis had. Tony's eyes widened a bit at the gentle expression and turned away, slow enough to not look stupid, but fast enough for Steve to caught on.
"Is there something wrong, Tony?" Steve asked, despite not liking Tony at all, Steve still felt a tender feeling towards the rich kid next to him. It was a strange feeling Steve had, the blonde man thought quietly.
"No, I just remembered I don't have my book." Tony said gruffly, hiding his out-of-nowhere realization of Steve Rogers' handsomeness through a cough he shielded with his fist.
"You can share with me." Steve suggested after giving Tony a long gaze. Even though Loki said he wouldn't let anyone found out the truth about Sif, Steve couldn't take that chance, so he'll keep on trying to get close to Tony and eventually Loki wouldn't be able to resist the strange relationship between the two arch nemesis, and would forget about the whole Sif ordeal.
Steve Rogers would do anything for the sake of his friends. Even if it means that he would have to do something he didn't like.
"Since you never bring anything to school anyways, Stark, and I never actually pay attention in class, you can just use my stuff." Steve said cooly when Tony gave him a sideways glance. "Might as well put these stuff to good use."
Tony smirked at the offering.
"Sure, Cap'." He replied shortly and took the book.
Ms. Hill shook her head at the two enormous presence at the back of the class, clearly they had no idea that they were distracting the entire class from paying attention to the lesson, and even though Ms. Hill was young and just started on her teaching career, she knew very well that both Steve Rogers and Tony Stark would give no care about acting as distractions even if the fact hit them in the face.
The rest of the kids were trying to ignore the short interaction between the two powerheads of their school and focus on their studies, but try as they may, the students could not avoid giving Rogers and Stark quick glances all throughout the class period. Why were the two nemesis suddenly became friendly towards each other? And when did that happen?
Exactly just what was going on? The students gave each other short stares full of questions. Just exactly why wasn't Tony and Steve changing relationship mentioned in the Loki Daily? Things of Rogers, slash, Stark's level of importance would always catch Loki's resourceful attention and he would always be the first to know and make things like this public. Has Loki lost his touch?
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Tony was frowning as he toyed with the lighting fixtures above the stage in the auditorium, Steve was behaving strangely ever since their fight on Monday, he said he felt guilty and ashamed for his actions but there was just no way that Steve's entire demeanor would shift from aggressive to demure in under a day with just mere guilt. Tony frowned harder, Steve had never cared about Tony's state of wellbeing before, and especially not after their blood physical fights, and Steve Rogers would most certainly never, ever lend Tony any of his stuff.
Just like Tony wouldn't ever ask or accept or offer anything to Steve.
Maybe the all powerful Captain America is sick? Tony asked himself with amusement.
"Hey Tony, is everything alright up there?" Bruce Banner asked as he pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"Yea, everything's fine, should be running smoothly comes Friday." Tony replied, looking down at his friend.
"Come down then, I need your help on the stage settings, the art kids just delivered the finished scene, we need to pull them up." Bruce said, pointing behind him to where a group of messily dressed kids with numerous paint stains set down a long, rolled up, painted canvas.
"Damn it, Bruce, we're acting as the directors so we don't have to do any labor!" Tony complained. He loved working with his hands, but that was only when he was doing something important. Like creating a automatic hazmat suit from scraps and selling it to the science corporations.
"Stop whining Stark." Bruce chided as he walked away to the art students and helped them set things up. The scene they were asked to painted was the iconic library from the movie, correct down to the smallest of details, and professionally done. "Guys thank you for all your work."
"You're welcome Bruce. Glad to help." One said after yawning tiredly.
Sauntering over, Tony gazed upon the background disinterestedly, the art kids walked away, not caring either way if Tony Stark hates it or likes it. Seeing the look on his friends' face, Bruce nudged his shoulder.
"Chill out, Tony, it's good."
"Sure."
Sighing, Bruce finished up on the positioning of the back drop.
"So I heard you and Rogers have been getting along." Bruce started, wiggling his eyebrows at Tony who pretended to be concentrating on his sleek tie.
"More like in a middle of a truce."
"No, no. You guys have had truces before, this is different. I even heard he's lending you his stuff for class now? You're basically friends, Tony." Bruce remarked excitedly.
"If I don't know any better, Banner, I'd say that you're hoping Rogers and I would stop our combative relationship." Tony said with positive amusement.
"I've always wanted you two to stop your ridiculous fued. It's stupid Tony."
"Ahh, words of a unbeliever!" Tony exclaimed. "How fascinating."
"I'm serious, Tony. Maybe the last fight opened up Steve's eyes. He may want to end the adversary between the both of you." Bruce said, finally stopped fixing the positioning of the background scene.
"Oh please, like that's ever happened."
"I don't know, Tony. Steve seemed to be pretty into you from what I've heard."
Tony's heart stopped for a second.
"Now what the fuck have you been doing with your time Banner?" Tony scowled, glaring at his friend. "Stupid shit head."
"You're pretty flustered right now Tony, are you alright?" Bruce asked with a wide, teasing grin. Dodging a spinning screwdriver, Bruce laughed out loud.
"Fuck you!" Tony shouted, laughing loudly, tossing a small screw at Bruce he grabbed from the opened tool box next to him.
"Hey that was dangerous!" Bruce yelped as he jumped away, snorting from surprise and howling with laughters.
"Looks like y'all havin' fun." The principal said as he walked in. Tony and Bruce stopped fooling around to stare at the man in awe.
Principal Fury, his name described exactly who he was. Fully equipped with a tough attitude and an eyepatch and complete leather outfit, Nick Fury demanded complete obedience from everybody, of course Loki and Tony always found the stupid resistance within them every once in a while to piss off their principal. Of course they were always reprimanded but Loki and Tony wouldn't be Loki and Tony if they had left the rules remained untamper with.
"Ahh! Principal!" Tony declared, raising up his hands at the roof. "Just the man I wanted to see!"
"Drop the charade Stark, I'm not in the mood." Principal Fury warned, his one eye narrowed ever so lightly.
"But you're never in the mood." Tony pouted.
"How's the show coming along?" the principal directed this question at Bruce, who nodded.
"It's going great, we're working faster than anticipated." Bruce answered dutifully. His good ethics kicked in faster than a bullet.
"Great, just make sure that nothing too scandalous would happen, I know the movie you've picked is a rather… contemptible one, and it is everything but PG, so I would recommend you to" principal Fury paused. "Chill out on the cussing."
"Nick!" Tony gasped traumatically.
"Yeah, yeah. I like cussing too, but it won't be the best representation of the school for the sponsors, and we need sponsors boys." Principal Fury remarked, his leather gloves hands clasped behind his back, his posture straightened at the sour look on Tony's face. "Lightened up Stark, this means your father will be there also. You can show him what a fine man you've become."
"I couldn't care less about that bastard." Tony snapped, then stomped off the stage and out the auditorium.
"Sorry, Principal Fury. He's a little agitable nowadays, it's the stress from the show—" Bruce apologized politely.
"Please look after him Banner, it'll be bad if he gets into anymore problems like the one on Monday. One more out of line, and he's done." Principal Fury threatened, staring deep into Bruce's eyes with his darkened one, then Nick Fury turned on his heels and walked purposefully out off the room.
"Yes Principal." Bruce muttered, rolling the screw Tony threw at him earlier around his palms.
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Stupid Fury talking to him like he's a child.
Tony fumed his way down the hallway, it was his free period and he had originally planned to use it for the final preparations for the pep rally on Friday, but stupid Fury waltzed in and ruined everything. Stupid principal.
Walking aimlessly, Tony finally pulled to a stop at one of the nature room, the rooms where there were a direct exposure to the opening sun and were filled with weeds and grass and flowers. Tony always disliked such rooms, but his dad was the one who designed it and so it was. Removing his suit jacket and laid it out on the grass, Tony laid down, put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes behind his sunglasses.
Tony fell asleep.
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