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Teen Pregnancy

I used to like this guy. Like really like. Bordering obsession. I used to keep all the notes he’d pass me in class. I used to call him 8 or 9 times a week. We were pretty tight as friends go and we confided in each other. But I guess that only helped me convince myself that nothing could ever happen. I was like his best friend. His mate. Not relationship material. Plus he used to tell me all the things he liked in a girl. Tall, blonde, tanned. None of these seemed to fit me.

It ended up really tearing me apart. I used to dream about him, almost every night. One time I dreamed that I kissed him, and I remember going to sleep thinking about it in the hope that I could relive that dream. I used to think about him all the time while I was awake too. He just seemed to permeate my consciousness and I was so convinced that he could never like me it just cut into me. To make things worse he was getting really close to this other girl in year 9. I knew from the start I absolutely hated her. Maybe it was unfair, but I couldn’t help it. He told me one day that he thought he would ask her out at a party on the weekend. I hadn’t heard about this party. I asked him why he didn’t invite me and he just said it probably wasn’t my type of crowd. I knew what that meant. He was going to get maggoted. Possibly do some harder things as well. I told him he should look after himself and not go. He just said I didn’t get it.

So I decided to take a couple of my friends to this party, I knew one of the people that were tight with the hosts. When I turned up there was some good music playing, I could hear it from inside my car. I walked to the door and observed some people crowded around a kid vomiting in the bushes. I walked in and people were dancing and having fun. I told my friends to wait while I went and got them some drinks. In the garage where the beer fridge was there were a few older guys who were quite drunk. They shouted things at me. ‘oi come drink with us. We just wanna talk. That’s a hot dress babe, you should take it off.’ I wasn’t very impressed. I got the drinks and made sure to look for my crush on the way. I left my friends with a guy I knew, who I thought was decent enough. I looked upstairs for him but couldn’t find him. A guy ran past me and said ‘Johnno is gonna puke get a towel’. I followed him to the laundry and asked him where he was. I had drunk a fair bit of my vodka and my head was starting to spin. He was downstairs in one of the ensuites hunched over a toilet. When he saw me he perked up and came over and hugged me. He told me he loved me. He rushed back in to vomit and after getting towelled up he came back out and got some more alcohol. He asked me to go upstairs. I said id already been upstairs, it was boring. He said he could make it interesting. That night we had sex, and neither of us had a condom.

I didn’t talk to him for a week, then one day he came up to me and said that the night was a mistake. He had found a really nice girl and I shouldn’t have become involved and tried to ruin it. He said he wanted a break from me for a while. But the worst thing is my periods were late. I went and bought a test from the pharmacy. It has shown positive. Twice.