It was a bad idea. You know that now, and you even knew it then, but some strange reason—it didn’t stop you.

He’s so fucking weird, so standoffish and quiet, and his eyes are so sunken that he looks half dead. It didn’t stop you though. You still slept with him.

You don’t usually go for hookups, especially not with roommates but you found him crying and lonely in the hallway, and one thing lead to another.

Now you’re pregnant, and you don’t know what the hell to do.