It was the first time in too long— according to the call he had received from the school board last night— that Adrian had gone to school without the intention of ditching a class, or at least arriving half an hour late. The day was moving excessively slowly, and he was possessed with a brief moment of pity for all the students who actually spent the school year attending every class of the day. With a slight shudder of his shoulders, he glanced up at the clock. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when he saw the second hand inching toward the 12, starting the count down to the lunch bell in 3…2…1… The shrill sound was like an electric shock, causing Adrian and a dozen other students to jump out of their chairs. All too eager to get to the cluster of trees by the football field that he and his friends had claimed as their territory, he practically sprinted out the door, not even paying attention to some announcement the teacher was making. It wasn’t like he was going to make Spanish a priority for the rest of the year; he’d already learned more foreign swear words than he could use, thanks to his friend Alonzo.
Even though Adrian preferred to spend as little time at school as possible, he theorized that the school shared the same sentiments about him. After all, he was the only one in his group of friends with a locker near the office, on the opposite side of the school from where he spent his time. Having to walk across campus alone— not to mention, in the opposite direction of most other students— was its own form of cruel and unusual punishment. There weren’t many times when Adrian felt socially uncomfortable, but swimming upstream in the sea full of judgmental fish that made up the school population could be included on the short list. The self-conscious kid in Adrian wanted to pull his snapback down over his eyes and hunch his shoulders forward to shield himself from any wayward eyes, but he had resolved to kick those instincts to the curb long before high school. Instead, he rolled back his shoulders and lifted his chin, the picture of self-assured confidence and the very epitome of the no-fucks-given student he made himself out to be. Once he reached his locker, he swung his backpack off his shoulder and was about to unlock it when his eyes landed on a familiar brunette. Natalie Novak, the very girl he’d made a mission of annoying the hell out of until she said yes to… whatever it was he was planning to ask her— he hadn’t gotten quite that far in his master plan. An amused grin lit up his face, and he waved his hand wildly to catch her attention. He didn’t mind looking dumb when it was for her embarrassment. “Yo, Nat!” he called, wondering if she’d actually acknowledge him (and hoping she would).
"Nat? Earth to Natalie.." Natalie Novak was sitting in English class when she heard her close friend calling her name. Usually she was the model student. The one taking diligent notes as the teacher droned on and on about the symbolism in the Great Gatsby but not even Jay’s antics could rouse her from her daydreams. The young girl knew her body better than anyone else and in that moment she knew something was off. She’d been ignoring it for about a week now, a hunger that wouldn’t leave unless she stuffed her face with cookies and junk food, a nauseous feeling that only came in the morning as she brushed her long auburn hair for school. She wasn’t stupid either, more like in denial. It had happened one time, one stupid time with one stupid yet adorably annoying boy. She covered her face with her hands and sighed, letting her hands drop to her desk before plastering a smile on her face and tuning in to the gossip her friend was trying to share.
Thankfully she had a free period right after her English class, choosing to sprint to her car and make the best of the forty five minutes as she drove to the drug store down the street from their school. 'Oh god,’ she thought as she picked up the purple and white box. She’d be one of those girls, the statistics they warn you about in sex ed. She took a longer breath and tried not to cry as she squared her shoulders and walked up to the register, the entire time avoiding the cashier’s judgmental eyes as she handed over the ten dollar bill, grabber her change and drove back to school. Natalie made a beeline for the senior’s bathrooms, an entire section of the school that was unanimously ruled as ‘Seniors only’. She had exactly ten minutes before the bell for the next period rang and she needed three for the results to pop up. Natalie paced as the minutes rolled by on her phone, the numbers moving so slowly she thought she might just lose it. She stepped up to the mirror and gripped the sides of the sink, her eyes glazed over as she prepared herself for the worst. "On the count of 1.. 2.." Natalie reached for the stick she’d left balancing on top of the box in the bathroom and turned it over so she could peak at the screen. Hot uncontrollable tears sprang from her eyes and wouldn’t stop as she stared at the small pink plus sign. She was pregnant.
Natalie spent her last two minutes crying quietly in the bathroom, her back against the stall as she cowered in on herself on the floor. She needed to find him, she needed to tell him and she was absolutely petrified of what his reaction would be. The shrill sound of the bell rang outside causing her to stand, wrap the pregnancy test in toilet paper and stuff it in her bookbag before stepping out of the bathroom. She’d made sure to fix her makeup before exiting„ her mascara and eyeliner freshly applied as she rounded the corner and began to head towards the office. “Yo, Nat!” Her eyes roamed the hall and fell immediately on him. Adrian Marchand, self professed class clown, class bad boy, and the guy she was unfortunately looking for. She rolled her eyes out of habit, a ghost of a smile appearing as she made her way towards him. "Uh hey.." she began, her hand moving up towards her hair and placing a stray strand behind her ear. "So I need to talk to you, it’s kind of important. Mind being a little late to wherever you’re going next?" she asked, her eyes finally landing on his.