N/A

Always the perfect girl. The one who didn't do anything against the grain because her father was a minister. The one time that she messes up it's effects messes up her life and the man she love's life

Pressing self to the hard curves of his body fitting to his ever curve like a pair of the perfect jeans. "Brady...what if we--" His breath drew closer to me the scent of peppermint on his tongue. Rubbing a hand against the stuble growing across his chin. I didn't care if we got caught I wanted this. Walking my fingers across his jaw taking the path to the rich chocolate locks that tumble from his scalp pushing his hair back to get a full view of his dazzaling lion eyes.

Trembling under his touch when his hands touched places I had never felt another man touch. A warmth was left in every place his hands touched. Warmth pressed agqainst my lips feeling his tongue break past the barrier of my mouth. Passion drove behind his kiss the feeling of another persons tonge in my mouth felt akaward but not unapealing.

Replying to his motion I leaned backward on the couch till my back felt cushions below it and I released my full weight down on it. Lips trembled agaisnt his I prayed to God that he couldn't feel the tremble when his hands snapped off my bra. One of his knees bumpped my legs apart the hand that hade been behind my back was caressing places between my legs.

Was this it? Was I going to lose everything I held dear was I going to lose my virginity right here in my parents basment?

When our lips disconected Iw asn't sure but I felt the cold air from the open window caress my bare breasts. They hardend to high little peaks. Was this supposed to happen? The moon light shone in Brady's eyes sparkling off the glit of lust that shone deeply in his eyes.

My modest panties hung from my left foot, dangling off the edge of the couch. The rest of my colothign was pooled at the ground. I lay there staring at Brady while he took off his shirt the curves of his muscles drew me towards him. The moon light danced upon his skin when I lifted up off the couch and walked towards him. Running a hand over his chest once he was with in reach, down alogn each and every hard ridge of his body.

The heat rushed through my body when his pants and boxers fell to the ground. His arms went around me and pulled me closer to him. Cold breasts pressed against his warm chessed. Frighted me, when he touched places that made my knees go weak though the moisture between my legs told me this was what I waned. It was really going to happen.

Two Weeks Later

Staring at the pattern along the wall, blurring at the rain falling from my eyes. A shuddder of fear trembled through my body I nearly dropped the white plastic test in my grasp. The box told me it would be fifteen minutes before I know whether or not I was to going to carry a watermellon sized creature inside my stomach for nine months because of one careless mistake.

If the test turned blue, what was I going to do? My fate was in teh hand of this white test. If it stayed white, Yale and becoming a lawyer could still be bright in my future. If it turned blue all was over, the chances of collage or even finishing highschool would be on the rocks. I was only fifteen, this wasnt were I was supposed to be. I should be out laughing with my friends during lunch, not sitting in a bathroom stall unsure of whether my dreams were in ruins. 

Paster dad would be the next Mt. Saint Helens if he knew I even had the test in my hand. I was the perfect minsters daughter, never got into trouble and always followed the rules. The one time I break the rule, the one time it could ruin my entire life.

A few minutes I was going to know where I was to be headed, and what was to happen to me. Fear did nothing to help me now. The fates had already made their decision. I should not of given into hormones that had been running rampant that night.

Being in Bradys arms while he was iinside me was a feelign I will never forget. Turning my wrist to see my tacky watch. Fifteen minutes had past and my heart was pounding in my throat. Fear was running rampant through my body. Lifting the test so it was level with my eyes. A significant blue filled my eyes and the blur grew to the point the test was unrecognizable.

Glad I had been sitting on the toilet seat or I would have collapsed to the ground. Every bone in my body felt like it had melted away and the test caltterd from my hand to the ground with clack. 

The chances of me staying in school were not likley. Teenage girls who became pregnant didn't stay in school. They left or were sent away. Yale would never accept a girl who had been pregnet in high school and then dropped out because she couldn't handle it. Being a lawyer would become a thing of the past. I would end up poor homeless and living on the streets with a child and trying to make enought just to feed us off of states support.

Tugging at the toilet paper to wipe my eyes, makeup would already be a mess from crying. Dabbing at my eyes trying not to smear my makeup the only good thing would be is the tracks of my tears wouldn't be black. Waterproof mascara was a good choice for to day. 

Leaning forward on the toilet seat to grab the pregnancy test that felt vile in my hands. Dirty and unclean, the blue color wouldn't leave my eyes it was there mocking me.

Breathing in sharp air trying to fill my longues that seemed to be a tire with a hole in it. Clicking open the stall door I stand there in the opening of the stall wondering if I would be able to even get out of the bathroom or would I end up spending all of lunch just standing here frozen in my own fear.

What would Brady do? Would he leave me? I knew I loved him more then I had ever loved another guy but this was a big deeal. knowing that he was going to be a father might just crack him.

Lifting my left leg and setting it on the ground and then rising my right to a slow pace towards the mirrors. My apperance had always beeen a big deal to me. Alot of eyes were on me the ministers daughter of one of the bigest churches in town. I was supposed to be the good girl. The rolemodle girl. What would they think now?

Dabbing at my eyes, I pull my purse up off the floor and set it on the sink and start to pull out makeup adjusting what had been ruined on my face, Track marks in my foundation, smear of my eyeliner, and a weird crinkle at the edge of my eyes. All which could be fixed.

Jumpping slightly at the bang of the bathroom door hitting the wall I glance back and see a girl standing there wearing black skinny jeans that hugged her hips and a tank top that showed off a bit too much boobadge for school.Black hair cascaded down the girls shoulder well past her breasts. "Sorry" she mutterd in a soft voice walking past me to the stalls.

Shrugging my shoulders I had never seen that girl before in my life. Sad that I went to a school big enough that I still havent seen everyone that went here. Dusting off the last bit of poweder and shaking my hair out. I could to this. I would be okay, school was only two more class periods Geometry, and the Cooking. I could handle two more classes.

Pushing the door of the bathroom open after tossing the rancid test in the garbadge I looked around people where every where in site it was still lunch time. The bell should ring any minute but when would the minute come? I didn't wish to go back and join my friends in there laughing games for I didn't feel that I belonged in there laughing games anymore.

Would this end? Would the thought of not belonging anymore end? Was I just more paranoide because of the recent discovery of being pregnat. That was the hope that I was just being paranoide and that these thoughts--these worries would all just become mush, a thing of the past.

The tripple ding from above sounded it was time to go to class. The mad rush of people forming around me seemed to steal the air from my longes. Pressing self to the wall and trying to squeeze past people infront of me to an opening a head with less people though each time I was close to the opening another person smashed there body right infront of mine and seemed to enjoy the speed zero.

Weaving my way around a jock who gave me a puzzling look when I glared up at him all six feet of him and mozied my way to Building A, the math department. To Geometry, the class was starting to fill up but my corner was still empty. Pulling my sweat shirt's sleeves over my hands so I could grip tight as if I was holding on to it for dear life. 

Pulling out my seat and sitting in it trying to fake a smile so he wont see that I was crying thought it would be crystal clear in my eyes. Brady never was very good at picking out my emotions he just seemed to accept the smile and go on with his day.

Looking up when I saw Janessa walk past my desk before taking the turn and sitting beside me "Hey biotch, why'd ya like bounce on us at lunch?"  she asked with raising one of her perfectly waxed eyebrows. Lips rosy read and smiling like she seemed to care. The girl really was my worst annoyance. She cared more for her self then she did anything in the world. 

I had this come back planned sence I left the lunch table for the bathroom and I wasn't about to let it slip "Brother had an issue at the grade school" I said to her a smile perking at the corners of my lips. This would to it, Janessa would accept that answer and just go to her own class.

"Oh, well don't let that scum take you away again" She said getting up and walking out the door with a look back and a wink in my direction. 

The group walked in Brady at the back of it with a dopy grin on his face. That dopy grin always made me feel better no matter what mood I was in and this was no differant. I couldn't help but grin back at him. Leaning against my chair I felt calm untill he sat beside me. My entire body went board straight and ridgid. Taking in a deep breath and counting to four and back down again to calm my self when his hand slid into mine I squeezed it lightly and pulled out my Geometry binder when the final bell rang.

"Hey Babe" he whisperd leaning towards me an kissing the back of my ear lightly. A giggle caught in the back of my throat but a blush escaped and rose to my cheeks. Public Displays of effection were one of my favorit things. Sometimes Brady would do things that cause be disscomfort but I always figured that was just a part of dating.

Author's Note

Ignore grammar problems it's a working progress.