Second Chances

I can feel the churning in my stomach again.

Morning sickness.

The best part of my day.

I jump out of bed and run to my restroom.

I’d be lying if I said that this porcelain toilet hasn’t become my best friend.

I sit on the floor to wait and see if any more vomit comes up.

When I think I’ll be okay, I stand to my feet.

The time is 6:30 am.

It’s time to get ready for school.

I’m in the same clothes as yesterday so I take a quick shower.

I’m going natural today so that means no makeup and no hair touching.

I slip into a clean pair of underwear and clasp on a clean bra.

My stomach churns again and I try to get all my vomit in the toilet.

Another episode of trying to make it to the toilet in enough time.

After re-brushing my teeth, I pull on a pair of black Adidas training pants with a black long sleeve shirt.

My bump is beginning to show, but none of my clothes will hide it.

When I’m done getting ready, I walk out to the kitchen.

Mom already left.

I need to apologize to her.

I grab an apple and walk out hoping that it won’t make me sick.

My mom is sitting in the driveway in her car.

This is my chance.

“Can you take me to school please?” I ask Mom.

She nods and unlocks the door.

She doesn’t look at me and hesitates to speak.

I don’t blame her.

I already told her that I didn’t need her.

I am such a hypocrite.

The ride to school is calm and awkward.

I’m afraid to speak.

But when we pull up to the school, I prepare myself.

“M-Mom. I’m so sorry.” I say afraid to look at her.

“We’ll talk about this after school. Have a good day.” She says still not looking at me.

I watch as she drives off.

There is literally nothing that I can say to her that can take back what I said.

I turn to walk inside the school with my head hanging low.

I spot Kat and Harry but don’t bother walking up.

The hallways are filled with laughter when I walk inside.

My head still hanging low.

“Anastasia.” Someone says in a seductive tone.

I look up to find all eyes on me.

Everyone is laughing and snickering.

I wonder what it could be about.

The whole school knows I’m pregnant. Or they will find out soon.

And they all found me walking out the cupboard alone when Zayn left me in there.

That’s all they know.

I inch my way to my locker and see what everyone is laughing about.

I don’t know whether it’s all the condoms that are tied and stuck to my locker or if it’s the sign that says ‘you should have told him to wrap his tool’.

Either way, I stare at it and break down.

The students around me laugh even harder but I’m not crying at them.

I’m crying because it upsets me that they won.

They got the better of me.

I try to turn but crash into Zayn who holds me in his arms.

“This isn’t about you. This is about me. It’s me who they want to see get upset.” He whispers in my ear.

“Wait right here.” He says walking to my locker.

He rips the sign of my locker and everyone becomes quiet.

“Who did this?” he asks.

No one answers.

“C’mon. Someone here did it.”

Not a single sound.

“Tell me who did it.” He repeats.

“You see. All of you pricks want to take part and laugh at this but none of you can confess. That’s why you had to do this without me noticing because all you are fucking pussies.” Zayn says crumpling the paper and throwing it to the crowd.

Three guys come by my side. Each of them grabbing me by my elbows.

“Confess to what you did.” Someone yells in the crowd.

“Which one of you assholes said that?” Zayn yells back. “Come say it to my face.”

No one speaks. No one comes up.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Zayn picks up my bag and the two guys turn me around to walk me out with zany holding me by my waist.

“Take her the my car guys.” He tells them giving them his keys.

Zayn turns back around.

I stop to see what he does.

“You guys want me to confess what I did? That’s fine.” He says.

Oh no.

“I got Anastasia Jardine pregnant. And I’m not ashamed to say it.” Zayn yells.

He gives the entire crowd his middle fingers before turning back around walking towards me.

He cups my face with his hands and kisses me on my lips in front of everyone.

We stare into each other’s eyes and all I see is calmness in his eyes. As if he will never hurt me.

We all get to Zayn’s car and he unlocks the doors.

The guys help me in the backseat and climb in when they’re done.

Zayn begins to get in when he suddenly slams his door shut and runs back to the school.

“Zayn! No! Don’t do it!” one of the guys yell after him.

I look to see where he is running. Not where he is running, but who he is running to.

Harry is standing in front of the school laughing hysterically with Kat by his side.

Was Harry responsible for what happened?

I hope not.

The guys run after Zayn and I get out the car.

Before I realize it, Zayn lands a right hook to Harry’s face.

This is not going to end well.

Notes

Well well well.

Look what we have here.

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