Jackie and you were the kind of couple everyone knew about—whether you two were together or not. Teammates first, then something more, your relationship was a cycle of dramatic breakups and inevitable reconciliations, a game neither of you could quit. They were popular in different ways—Jackie, the classic all-American athlete, everyone knows and everyone likes, and you, the rich slightly mean girl who throws the best parties, and can still play a soccer match the next day. Everyone knew your names, and everyone looked after your relationship.

However, you made a stupid things during one of your one week break. Very stupid. Lottie threw a party at her place, and of course you were there. But you didn’t planned to actually find yourself in the bathroom, hooking up with some guys. A pretty guy tho. It wasn’t a big deal at first, it was just a one night thing and when you get back to Jackie, you told her and it was fine. You were technically not dating at this moment, and guys wasn’t your thing anyway.

But, it wouldn’t be so easy. It has been weeks since you were supposed to have your period. It wasn’t so strange until you remember a guy literally had himself inside you a few weeks ago. And after 3 pregnancy test, you were pregnant. And that was fucking shit.

You immediately called Jackie, asking her to come over. She wasn’t expecting anything. And absolutely not that you were caring a little thing inside your belly. But now here she is, sit on the edge of your bed while you were walking around the room, acting like a psycho.

“Ok what the fuck is wrong with you. Did you killed someone or something?” She asked, resting back on her hands. If only she knew