“You are pregnant,” my friend Ari blurted out in shock.
My eyes were red from crying. How could I face my parents with the crazy news that I was six weeks pregnant? I had no symptoms, no nausea or the common symptoms. I just realized I was always tired and sleepy by the time i was in my third period class.
“Yes,” I replied there were so many thoughts on my mind.
“Please don’t tell anyone,” I pleaded. I didn’t want anyone to know.
“But you need to tell him,” Ari replied. I put my hands in my face as I sat on the toilet seat in my bathroom.
“How do I tell him?’I asked angrily.
How could I be so careless?
Ari gave me a questioning look. Her eyebrows twitched. “You open your mouth and tell him, that’s how,” she responded and rolled her eyes.
I know she was being sarcastic, but it was far from what I needed.
I sighed. Graduation was about a month away.
What if I started showing?
What would my parents say?
They would be disappointed. This was not what they had planned for me.
I remember standing in front of Jason at the school gym. I waited for his basketball practice to be over. I had rehearsed my little speech several times in front of the mirror. I also practiced his facial expression on receiving the news and his countenance afterward.
‘Hey,’ he said casually as he shut his locker.
“Hey” I replied quietly. He gave me a questioning look.
Are you okay?” he asked.
It was the first time in weeks we had spoken. It was an awkward encounter. I had said horrible things to him. I didn’t want to see him or even answer his calls or texts.
“Not really” I responded, avoiding eye contact.
He kept looking around as if he suspected he was being watched.
“What’s the problem?” He asked. I felt his eyes staring directly at my face. It was such an uncomfortable feeling.
“Can we go somewhere and talk?” I told him. I was not sure what his reaction would be when I dropped the bomb on him. but I also didn’t want his friends passing by and catching him in his feelings. I mean reacting.
“I have a date with Sheila in about half an hour, say what you need to say so I can leave,” he said coldly.
A few months ago, he didn’t sound like this. He was warm and friendly. Sheila decided to take my spotlight, and right now I looked like trash.
“Okay, maybe now is not a good time,” I said.
“Yeah,” he replied and began to walk away.
I watched him walk away as he pulled out his cell phone from his backpack.
I decided on the spot that I was not going to tell him.
“What do you mean by, you are not going to tell him.” Ari asked. She was at my house studying for the Biology test we were going to take in the morning.
“Sssshhh” I said. Ari spoke too loud. I didn’t want my mom, who was upstairs to hear our conversation.
“ I said what I said Ari,” I told her as I drew in my biology lab notebook.
Ari shook her head.
Three days later, after so much convincing from Ari. I mustered the courage to tell Jason. I told him to meet me at the Hamburger shop down the street from his house. We went there on our first date. I wished today would be all smiles and rosy like a first date. My heart was beating fast, but instead it was beating fast for a different reason. I had something on my chest I needed to get off. I decided to have an abortion. I prayed he would want the same too. It hurt my heart that we could have made great parents, but we weren’t ready.
He pulled up five minutes after I sat by the window. It was a fairly busy day at the hamburger shop. A few students were sitting at different tables chatting and laughing. He walked in and scanned the room to find me.
He walked towards me with a nonchalant gait.
“Hey,” he said as he pulled the chair and sat down.
I nodded in acknowledgment.
“Do you want some to eat? I am hungry, I could use a burger,” he asked.
I politely declined. He shrugged and went to the counter to order the burger.
He came back a few minutes after with a white ticket in his hand showing number 43.
“So what’s up?” He asked.
My heart began to beat faster. I stared at him, hoping he could read my facial expression, and also hoping the word ‘ pregnant’ would show up on my forehead without me saying a word. Instead, he stared back with a blank expression on his face.
“Jason, I found out something.” I began trying to pick my words carefully.
“What did you find out?” He asked.
“I am a few weeks pregnant,” I blurted out in response.
His face contorted into a frown. The reaction I expected from the beginning.
“How did this happen?” he said in a quiet but angry voice. I felt tears welling up my eyes. He was going to blame me for getting pregnant when it was a joint thing. It was me and him. He told me he loved me. I was naive.
“We had sex Jason, that’s how this came about,” I replied. My smart words stung him. The look in his eyes instantly became hostile.
“Of course we had sex,” he replied. “Have you told anyone yet?”
“No, I haven’t,” I lied. Ari was the only person who knew. She didn’t count.
“So what do you plan on doing with it?” He asked.
He just called the pregnancy ‘it’.
I was so shocked I could not reply.
“I will tell you what, I have my whole life ahead of me. This basketball scholarship means everything to me. I can’t put my life on hold for a baby, so let’s get rid of it,” he said.
I was not surprised. I tried not to show any emotion, but a tear decided to betray me by running down my left cheek.