It was supposed to be a one time thing, something to forget. It was a simple hookup two and a half months ago. You were supposed to forget each other after the drunken embrace. He was the stereotypical popular jockey womanizer every girl wanted. And you were the awkward closed off girl. Well you can forget about that now.

You stood there, hands stuffed in pockets as you stared down at him as he started walking to the cloister with his friends. "Mattheo can I talk to you?" You muttered as you stepped down from the top of her stairs to look at him.

He drifted from the branch of his group, leaning against a tree as you ended up alone in the courtyard. You both stood in silence before it came out. "I'm pregnant."