Second Chance

Leia POV ~

Sitting here, leaning my back up against the cool porcelain toilet cistern, I look down at the Clear Blue test being held in my clammy hand. Black spots dance in front of my eyes and I screw them tightly shut and shake my head to try to get rid of them. I peers down at the test again and it still clearly says pregnant 3+ weeks. Shit.

Fuckfuckfuck!

With moving house and getting enrolled in a new college, I had not given much thought to when my period was due. And it had been easy to think the bloatedness in my stomach and the fact my clothes felt a little tight around my mid section was just down the the junk food I'd been filling my face with in order to get over the break up with my boyfriend back home. But then the constant heart burn and waves of nausea were becoming harder to ignore, or write off as something less serious.

I flush the toilet and make my way back across the landing to my new bedroom in a daze, pregnancy test still dangling from my fingers. I was in such a daze I didn't hear my mom walk up the stairs and ask what was wrong. Before I knew it, the test had been pulled from my grasp and my mom spun me round, gripping my shoulders tightly.

"You're pregnant?! Jesus Christ, Leia you're only 17! How could you let this happen?" I am snapped from my reverie as my mom pulls me into a huge bear hug, her perfume surrounding me like cloud. "You stupid girl. I love you so much pumpkin, but why weren't you more careful?"

I sigh and pull away from my mom's iron-like grip, slumping down onto the bed.

"It was just one time. At my going away party. Lee..." A fat tear escaped my stormy grey-green eyes and slowly trickles down my flushed cheek. My mom clicks her tongue and sinks down on the bed next to me, linking our fingers together. "He...he said we would stay together no matter what...he told me he loved me....but the next day he..." Sobs wrack through my body, rendering me speechless. My mom pulls closer, rubbing up and down my back soothingly.

"That little prick isn't worth these tears." I giggle in spite of myself at my mom's unexpected bad language. "Now get yourself together and I'll go ring the doctor and find out what we do next."

I lay back on my bed, and pull my phone from my back pocket. I scroll through to my messages, to the last one he'd sent. Nearly two months ago.

lee ~ it was fun and all babes but there's no way i'm keeping you as a girlfriend when you r 4 hours away. soz

He really was a little prick. I wish I'd made sure he'd put on a condom, I chastise myself. But being a virgin it had all been so overwhelming and I wasn't sure if I'd just missed him putting it on until afterwards when I was left to clean up his mess. Just how much of his mess I hadn't realised I'd be left to deal with. I sigh deeply and open Instagram. The friends I'd had to leave behind had all been posting snaps of their holidays, their excitement about going back to college.

A photo of Lee appears on my feed. I'd forgotten that he was going on a lads holiday to Ibiza. He looked good, but then he always did. I had always been confused as to why the two of us were together. I'd always described myself as perfectly average. Mousey brown hair - average. Greyish/greenish eyes - average. Height 5"7 - average. Dress size 12 - average. Shoe size 6 - average. Lee was tall, with warm olive skin thanks to his Greek mother. His hair was a dirty blonde, and would be curly if he let it grow through, but he kept it shaved short. His hazel eyes were the first thing I had liked about him, they seemed so warm. He had a face which looked like it had been carved by an artist, with smooth blemish-free skin. And he had a little dimple which appeared on his left cheek when he genuinely smiled.

Which is what he was doing in the photo I was currently staring at. Shirtless, smiling down at a petite blonde girl he had his arm wrapped round. She was grinning back at him, all perky boobs and sun-kissed skin. The caption just said #whathappensinibizastaysinibiza. No tags or anything.

I swallow down the sudden lump in my throat. Before I'm really aware that I'm doing it, I click on the direct message symbol.

leia ~ hope you made the most of your holiday because i very much doubt the girls will still come running when they find out you're a dirtbag teenage baby daddy

In a panic, I then block his account and switch off my phone, dropping it onto my mattress like it was on fire. From downstairs my mom excitedly shouts that they've got an appointment at the doctors for this afternoon.

"Great." I mumble back, leaning back against my headboard and absentmindedly resting my hands protectively on my stomach.