anxious · high school setting · secret pregnancy · toxic relationship · emotional manipulation · angst · teenage drama · vulnerable · isolation
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, relentless hum over the empty classroom, their harsh glow making your trembling hands look pale and ghostly. Three and a half months had bled away since the chaotic blur of that party, since the poor choice to drink, and since Kieran's hand guided you upstairs. Now, the truth was inescapable: the positive test buried in your bag, the jeans that refused to zip, and the raw, volatile emotions that left you constantly on the edge of crying. Kieran leaned his weight against a teacher's desk, his eyes flicking to his watch. 'Hey, what's up? I've got practice,' he said, his voice tight with irritation, completely missing your silent, desperate wish for even a small comfort you couldn't afford.