Sixteen And Pregnant

Chapter 1 I was sitting in my dorm room and trying to read. Up until the afternoon, it rained like it was never going to stop but now the sky was as clear as day and shining brightly. Like it hadn't just drowned the whole streets in water. Right now, the sky had a perfect shade of red and orange, indicating that the sun was about to go down in a few minutes. It would have been a brilliant view and a wonderful atmosphere for me to study, if it were not for my best friend. All of this nice weather was disturbed by my best friend's stupid questions. It felt more like nonsense to me. She had asked me the same question in different ways, even if I had already answered it many times. “C'mon girl, accept it. It's just one damn party.” She said. When I didn't say anything, she continued talking. “You are officially invited then why not? It's not like that I'm convincing you to go there as an uninvited guest.” She said and waited for my response or any sort of reaction. When she did not get one, she continued again. “C'mon. You would get free food. You will get a chance to meet boys...” she stopped when she saw me giving her a look. No boys were allowed in my life. Not even allowed talking to one of them less than thinking about meeting them. “Okay, fine. If not boys than girls. Maybe you would find a better friend than me.” She suggested and I raised one eyebrow at her. “I can't handle another chatterbox.” I said and she snarled at me. “You are mean. But please, you will have fun, for once.” She said. I gave her a little shake of my head. “Viri, C'mon. Let's go.” For the millionth of time Shirley said to me. I frowned at her and looked back at my book. “Nope.” I said in one clear-cut word. She threw a pillow at me and I glared at her. “Why not?” She asked me, folding her arms around her torso and pouting a little. I shook my head at her question. Even though she was well aware of Why, she still asks for the reason over and over again. So I gave her my best answer. “Because my work is pending. I did not even start my assignment less than finish it. Also, I would be beaten to death if my mom found out that I was outside having a party and meeting Boys. So no, thank you.” I told her. I picked up the book that rested on my lap and slid off the bed to sit on my study chair. Furthermore, I tried to focus on the book I was reading. Something about Russian Revolution. I was so distracted by her questions and babbling that I could not even focus now. What was I reading? God, Where was I? I had a history assignment to do and I had not even started that yet. God knows what would happen if I won't be able to submit it in time. “Oh C'mon. We are teenagers. If we don't have fun now than when will we?” She asked. “We are not getting any younger you know. Now C'mon. Be a sport. Your parents won't even find out about it. Nobody will tell 'em.” She told me. She was whining like a little baby. Like she was a little kid who was trying to pursue her mom to buy her a chocolate. I sighed. She was not wrong. I am sixteen. Still, I had never and I mean never, in my whole life had gone to a single party. Not once had I felt what a 'Normal' teenager should feel like. But it is not my fault. My family is so conservative that even getting a chance to study is a privilege for me. Approximately 130 million girls around the world don't get it. I think I am fortunate enough to get an education. Just not enough to feel free like a normal human being. I spun around in my chair and looked at the person who was giving me the puppy eyes. To be very honest, for once I wanted to feel what a normal teenage girl should feel like. I wanted to feel what it's like to go to a party and have fun. Feel what it's like to give up the worry of studies and assignments for once. Every girl deserves that right? Even me? At least, for once? My heart wanted to let go but my mind held the non — existent barriers. Yes, I didn't have my parents with me right now but it doesn't mean that I didn't know what I was doing. It is easy for people to say, 'Why don't you just let go? You are an adult. Your parents can't stop you.' Ha. Like I did not know that already. Like they think it was that easy. They can say it because they never live in the situations that I did. My life is not mine. My choices are not mine. I don't make my choices but they do. I don't control my life but they do. What they don't understand is that people like me had been raised like this. That even the idea of having a little fun made me feel guilty. I know my parents are not watching me. Or keeping an eye on my every move. Or checking if I was wearing a short dress or make up. Or if I was crossing the limit of being a girl. But still. Still. I always FEEL what they would do or how would they behave like if they see me doing all the things that I was not supposed to. I can always feel the surrounding barriers. And what might happen if they were broken in any way. “You know, all you always do is, make excuses. One after another. Try breaking them once. And see how it feels like.” She said in a bit of a harsh tone. Her words hit me like a brick and it hit on the right mark. I felt a pinch because of how accurate and true her words were. I DO always make excuses for not to do a thing. Even though I have an option to choose it. I DO make excuses. But I also can't let go of the feeling that I was guilty of attempting a crime. So for once, I let my heart get ahead of me and let it make decisions. I gave her a tiny smile and asked her, “Where's this place?” I asked her and she squealed like a crazy girl. Chapter 2 We prepared ourselves for the party. It was my first time attending a party thus I did not know what I should wear. This caused me to try Shirley's dresses. For a whole hour, she picked up different dresses for me to try. Then she denied every single one I wore, until now. Finally, we settled on a Plain A — Sized blue dress with a black jacket. She swirled me around after I had worn it. Checking for anything wrong. When she did not find anything wrong, she gave me a thumbs up and a slap on my butt to give her approval, which I warned her for. She chose a green Knee — cut dress for herself. Then she dressed up as well. She insisted on doing my makeup, but I was adamant on not painting anything on my face. Regardless of what I said, she remained stubborn. Hence, I let her put a little pink shade lip gloss on me and also some black mascara. When she asked me to look at myself in the mirror, I panicked and closed my eyes. Her irritating self literally dragged me and forced my eyes open to look at myself in the mirror. Defeated, I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. My eyes found my own face. I looked. . . Good. Very good, actually. For the first time in my life, I looked and felt Beautiful. I had never seen myself like this before, less than feel like it. “See. I told you that you look nice.” She said and somehow I agreed. “Okay now, stop staring at yourself. You are looking hot and you know it. Let's go.” She told me and I frowned at her. She rolled her eyes at me and shrugged on her jacket. “I am not making fun of you. You do look beautiful. How can you look at yourself in the mirror like this and not like your figure. Let's go or instead of guys, I would start hitting on you.” She said with a wink and I lowered my eyes to hide my blush. On the real side, I was feeling self — conscious but her words gave me confidence. Which I was thankful for. I still didn't understand why, a free willed and open — minded girl like her, wanted to be friends with me? Especially with someone, as conservative as me. “You look. . . Good to.” I told her. She was looking good or. . . Hot if you would call it that. Her black skinny dress fit her perfectly. And her big and long earrings made her look too good. “Aww. . . my sweet little bird. Thank you for your compliment.” She said grabbing my cheeks and forcing them to pout right before she planted a kiss on my cheek. “You could just call me hot. I was born hot.” She said, and I removed her fingers that were jabbing me in my cheeks. She smiled and moved away to pick her car keys. And we left for the party in her car. ************ Twenty minutes later Our car came to a stop and Shirley put the car in parking mode. We got out of the car and I gave her a nervous look. She closed the car door and smiled at me. “Don't worry. I will be with you the whole time and give you company.” She said. She came my way, and we started walking to the house. Abruptly, she grabbed my arm and stopped me. “Wait.” She said and fumbled with something in her bag. I glanced at the house. I could hear the sound of music coming from there. Some people were outside the house and some were hanging around. “Aha. Found it.” She said. My eyes darted towards whatever she had found. My brows furrowed at seeing a small size pack in her hand. “What is that?” I asked her. Her eyes widened then turned normal after a look of understanding passed her eyes. “It's. . .” She stretched it like elastic. “What? What is it?” I asked her in a bit of an annoyed tone. She sighed. “It's a c****m. Here. Keep one with you.” She said and my eyes widened in horror. I took a step back like she had physically pushed me back. “Oh ho.” She said in frustration. Without saying anything else, she snatched my purse from me and put the thing in my it. I shrieked in shock. “What are you doing?” I asked her, trying to take my purse back, but she had already put that thing in it already. “You know I won't do anything like that. You KNOW, how my family is.” I said. I pulled that thing out of my purse and tried to hand it back to her. She grabbed my shoulders and looked me dead in the eyes. “You've been brave enough to come here, then be brave enough to carry one c****m with you. If you won't do anything then you have no use for it. But if you do fall in a situation where you Might need it then this might help.” She told me. I just stood there dumbstruck. Unable to say anything. “If you are so sure that you won't have s*x then chill. You don't need to get scared. But keep one with you. Just in case, scenario.” She said and slung her arm around my shoulder, forcing me to walk with her. “Let's go and have fun.” She said. We entered the house party. Shirley hugged, high — fived and introduced me to the people alongside her as we walked inside the house. I felt like an awkward potato. Not really saying anything then Hi and Yeah I'm good, while I urged Shirley to leave them and walk inside the house. All the time, she talked to other people, I remained silent except when someone directly asked Me a question. Finally, we entered the kitchen and I saw my worst nightmare. The most hated, egoistic, arrogant, dickhead and a bully person was sitting some far away from me with his bunch of idiotic fellows in the kitchen. Blake Martin. “Oh damn.” I cursed under my breath and spun around before Blake could see me. I grabbed Shirley's hand and dragged her out of the kitchen. “Why didn't you tell me?” I hissed at Shirley. Shirley frowned at me. “What didn't I tell you?” She hissed back at me. Without spinning around, I pointed my finger behind my back. She looked behind us to see whom I was pointing at. “Blake?” She said with an incredulous look. He was The meanest guy in our school. He was really good-looking, who spent his spare time in the gym, making abs. Not only that, but he's the most hated person among students who, very strangely, adored by some stupid idiots. Her surprise didn't faze me on the contrary, it boosted my anxiety more.