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"Shhh, you're making too much noise," Damien whispered to his lover, Logan, as he pulled out the hairband that held his own hair in a low ponytail. The two of them were in his home alone, but that did not stop Damien from wanting to keep their more intimate relations under wraps from the neighbors' hearing range. After all, he knew how much Logan enjoyed being loud in bed and he didn't want the neighbors ratting him and Logan out to his parents. It would make for an all too awkward conversation that he wasn't and never wanted to be ready for.
The other rolled his eyes while dishing out his enticing smile, peppering Damien's face with kisses. "Don't worry, I'll keep myself quiet this time. I promise." He gave Damien a kiss on the lips, eager to return to their already intense make-out session. He continued to touch Damien in all the right places, making his head spin and melt into a puddle of quiet sounds of pleasure.
Even with how good he was feeling, he wasn't all too convinced that he would keep his voice down this time. He promised every other time, but more often than not, he'd always be too loud for Damien's nerves. Then again, he could have been overthinking things like all of the other times. At the very least, the neighbors didn't seem like they were aware.
He could feel the heat rise even higher in his body as Logan combed his fingers through his hair, giving it a tight tug that elicited a small sound from Damien. Logan snaked his hand up his boyfriend's shirt, ready to take it off, but Damien quickly stopped his hand. "Um... Not tonight... Th-the shirt and chest, I mean. It's another one of those days for me..." While eye contact made him very uncomfortable, he looked into Logan's eyes, searching for any hint of anger in his eyes.
For a split second, he could have sworn he saw a glint of irritation, but Logan wore a soft smile on his face. "I wouldn't do anything to make you uncomfortable sweetheart." He felt a pit in his stomach. He really hated being called that. It felt too feminine to him, but he refused to say anything. He already told Logan to stop a couple things he was doing tonight, and he didn't want to make things awkward for the both of them. He just decided to take it and enjoy the night as much as he could. After all, he felt as though he made it through other nights just fine.
Leaving marks of his kisses on Damien's neck, he began taking off both of their pants and underwear, ready to go. Once Damien noticed where things were going, he ignored his anxieties, looking Logan dead in the eyes and firmly stating. "Condom."
He merely raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I have 'em. Why?"
Damien firmly held eye contact, which was already enough of a challenge for him. He didn't want to have to tell him to put one on, but it seemed like he was too horny to be anything more than dense.
Before he could say anything, the other sighed while rubbing his own neck. "You're too worried about it. You can't even get pregnant, right?"
Damien's voice got more serious in tone. "It's a smaller chance. I am not 100% in the clear. Testosterone isn't birth control, remember?" He softened his face, looking pleadingly into Logan's eyes as a means of silently begging for him to put it on.
It was a tense couple of seconds, but Logan caved in. "Is there a time where we won't need to do this? It just seems a little ridiculous to me," he said as he reluctantly went to put on the condom.
Damien felt a stab in his heart. "Ri... Ridiculous?"
Logan shook his head. "It's nothing. Look, I've got it on, so let's get back to it," and without a moment's hesitation, he returned to his heavy kisses.
However, that comment wasn't something that he could completely push out of his mind. Were all of his complaints ridiculous? He thought they were fairly reasonable, but maybe he was being too demanding. Who was he to make any demands, though? He already inconvenienced his boyfriend enough as it is by having a set of rules for the two of them to follow since him being trans came with obstacles that Logan hadn't faced with his other partners.
As the night progressed, Damien stayed as quiet as he could about any other qualms he had with Logan. He didn't want to stir up any arguments between the two of them, especially about anything regarding sex. Realistically, he wanted to talk more about it, but he didn't want Logan getting mad at him. He already had his temper flare up at inopportune moments as it was, so maybe just riding this out was the better option for the both of them.
Maybe Logan was right.
A week had passed since that night, and while Logan kept trying to have sex with Damien, he just felt really uncomfortable about doing it again. The comment he made really didn't sit right with him, and he wanted to avoid making any further ridiculous demands while having sex with Logan, at least, not for a while.
Damien anxiously tapped the steering wheel, driving himself back to school for another day of education. He really wanted to talk to someone about things, but he didn't want to make their private affairs public. After all, if he was going to progress any further in his relationship with Logan, he was going to need to learn how to deal with his confrontations on his own. That didn't make his heart hurt any less, though.
He wanted it all resolved, but he wasn't sure how he was going to do it.
Once he pulled into the school parking lot, he pulled his pendant out of his shirt that he typically kept tucked in while he was out in public. He held the pendant to his heart and prayed in a low whisper, "May the universe protect me from any undesirable outcomes that I may come across today with Logan. In return, I’ll refrain from speaking ill against him throughout all of today. Help me to steer clear of any unwanted arguments with him. I trust that you’ll protect me throughout today.” After planting a kiss on the pendant, he tucked it back into his shirt and left his car with his backpack on.
While he was an atheist, he believed that there was some central force in the universe that dealt out the outcomes: negative, positive, and neutral for all of life’s events in the past, present, and future. Besides, that was one of the only things he could cling onto for hope that his future would be brighter than the day before.
As he approached the school building, all that was on his mind was how nervous he was to actually confront Logan about the situation. Even though he knew it was necessary, it was still a heavy burden to bear as the one who would initiate the conversation in the first place. His walking pace grew slower the further his mind sank into thought.
“Ay, buddy, chum, pal, what has you looking so glum there, Dames?” Mary Gallagher said as she quickly popped up beside Damien.
He immediately stood up straight, startled by her sudden appearance seemingly out of nowhere. “M-Mary! I had no idea you were there! Please don’t startle me like that again,” he said while letting out a sigh of relief.
Mary nervously chuckled. “Sorry for scaring you there, but I am serious about what I said though. If you want to talk about it, that’s fine with me. Heck, you can talk about it as much or as little as you want,” she said as she put an arm around Damien. “Now, if you will, follow me so we can go ahead and talk about it, even just for a little bit,” and without a response able to be uttered from his lips, she already took off at a faster pace than her usual quick speed to a more secluded area of the campus.
Once Mary settled on their destination, she took a quick peek around at her surroundings, then started, “This is about Logan, isn’t it?”
Damien was taken aback by how quick she was to read him. “I- uh- how- but-”
She put a finger in front of his face. “Silence. Remember, I’m your best friend, and best friends know when people are in bad situations, especially when it involves… ugh… boys .” She rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms. “Seriously, I still don’t know how he… you know, nevermind. This is about you, not my personal qualms with people. And remember, you don’t have to tell me everything if you don’t want to. It’s entirely up to you, alright?” She held Damien’s hands to comfort him, and he smiled, grateful for her support.
It took a couple seconds of silence before Damien started talking. “Well… as you already know, Logan and I have… relations with each other. I’ll spare the details, but ultimately, my current issue with him is how he…” he drew in deep breath and slowly exhaled before continuing, “He makes me feel as though the requests I make about what we do in bed are… ridiculous… like wearing a condom-”
Mary’s eyes shone with nothing but fury. “He did what now?!” She rolled up her sleeves, punching a fist into her other hand. “That bitch better be ready when I see him next because these hands-”
“Mary, please,” he said with tears welling up in his eyes, “Don’t hurt him… You know that I can’t stand to see him get hurt… It’s my fault for being difficult.” Before Mary could say anything, tears were already falling down his face.
“Support?” Mary asked, and Damien silently nodded. Mary took off Damien’s glasses and hooked them in her shirt so they wouldn’t be hard to clean later, and she hugged him while patting him gently on the back. His sobs were rather quiet since he was never one to like drawing any undue attention to himself, but Mary helped him to feel heard through the pain he was going through. Once his tears and sobs subsided, she let go of him so he could blow his nose with a piece of tissue he pulled out from his backpack.
After throwing out the tissue, he said to Mary, “Thanks for being there for me. I just… Whenever I tell him not to take off my shirt or binder because of my… well, my chest dysphoria, I swear I see a glint of anger or irritation in his eyes. I know that it’s difficult dating someone that’s trans when you’re cis, but at the same time… maybe I’m just the one being difficult.”
“Damien, listen to me,” she said with her arms crossed. “Why are you so willing to throw yourself and your feelings under the bus for Logan?”
Damien has been ready for these arguments with Mary. The script has been held close to his heart ever since the first time she confronted him about Logan’s behavior. “He truly does love me. He’s really wonderful more often than not. Whenever we’re out on dates, he treats me with love and kindness, and I couldn’t ask for more from him.”
Her look grew more intense. “How about the times he made you feel guilty just because you asked him not to call you sweetheart?”
That was a stab to the chest. “He just has a hard time adjusting to changes-”
“And what about whenever he lashes out at you during his angry episodes?”
He wasn’t appreciating the turn this was taking, “Mary. Please, stop pushing so hard. You know that I don’t want to hurt the people I love-”
“But he keeps on hurting you!” Mary finally hit her breaking point, and Damien was right there to see it all spill out. “I’ve been by your side since we started middle school together! I was there to see you become the young man that you are today, yet I repeatedly see Logan not treat you with the respect that I give you. He has complained so much about accommodations that you need in order to live most comfortably. Hell, if I was the one dating you, I’d be treating you with more respect than that piece of filth ever has!” She made eye contact with Damien and all that she could see was a stunned look on his face. She immediately pulled back, holding her other arm and looking down at the ground. Her voice softer, she continued, “I’m… I’m sorry for going off like that, but please, take my words to heart. I hate seeing you get hurt by him, and I won’t make any exceptions for his behavior. I know you love him, but you have to put yourself and your own sanity above men sometimes.”
Damien didn’t have any words to say, but he nodded and opened his arms for a hug. With a smile, Mary gave him the loving hug that he needed. It took a while before Damien could say, “I’ll be sure to have a conversation with him about this… I even prayed to the universe that I’d stay safe throughout today, so hopefully that’ll work out well.”
“I sure hope so too.” While she did want Damien to stay safe, she couldn’t trust the universe nor Jesus himself to keep Damien safe with the relationship that he found himself in. Immediately, Mary tensed up when she realized that she might have offended him by her words.
Damien could tell that she was trying to find a way to retract her statement, but he chuckled. “It’s alright, don’t worry about me. Things are going to be just fine.” He flashed her a smile, and she joined in, but she was too worried to be genuinely happy for him.
“Um, Dames, just so you know, I hardly use the minutes on my phone. I know, I guess I must be old-school, but if you ever need me, and I mean if you ever need me, just call me or text me. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing to help you out if you need it, okay?” She looked very serious, and Damien had no choice but to take her seriously.
“Of course Mary, I’ll let you know if anything happens.”
“Promise?” She said, looking him straight in the eyes.
While he struggled to make direct eye contact with her, he did his best and nodded. “I promise.”
Mary eased up on him, and let him go. “Thank you Dames. Remember, we’re partners in crime! If I kill someone, you bury the body with me.”
He said in a whisper, “Maybe you shouldn’t say that so loud. The staff might hear you.”
“Ah, what’s it matter? I’ve already gotten three detentions in the past two months alone for getting into fist figh- I mean… You see-”
The school bell cut her off before she could try and explain away why she wasn’t able to make it to some of the movies nights the two of them had planned, so she shrugged and said, “I’ll just walk you to your next class, how about that?”
“That’s not going to stop me from asking you about why you have been getting into fights with others,” he said flicking his wrist as a way to shake off how loud the school bell was.
“Can’t blame a gal like me for trying though!”
Before they could start walking, Damien quickly said, “Oh, I almost forgot! Um…” he whispered into Mary’s ear, “I haven’t had my period yet. I still have my cycle on T, but do you think I should be worried?”
Mary thought about it for a second, and whispered back, “You used protection, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
“You’re probably just irregular then, or it finally stopped. Just wait it out, you’ll be fine. That or maybe you can see a doctor about it since it could be the T. Oh, and here’s your glasses,” she said as she gave him the glasses she held hostage in her shirt.
He nodded and gratefully put his glasses on his face once more. “Thank you, and you’re right, thanks for the suggestion.”
The last bell rang for the day, and Damien stood in front of his car waiting for Logan to meet him so he could take them to his house to hang out again. It was taking him longer than usual for him to get to Damien’s car. Maybe he got lost along the way? It wouldn’t surprise him since the campus was so big. He pulled out his phone and began texting Logan. Before he could send the text, Mary sent him a text.
Have you talked with him yet? No pressure <3
Damien sighed. He really wanted to today, but he felt as though the best time would be during the car ride. He began typing.
Not just yet. Maybe on the way home I’ll mention it to him?
Stay safe Dames. And remember: Support.
“Who’re you texting there Dames?” Logan said while peering over Damien’s shoulder.
He let out a yelp, quickly turning around. “Please don’t come up behind me like that! I was surprised!” Not to mention, he was also drowning in a pool of anxiety at the moment, but he wouldn’t dare mention that.
“What, you found someone cuter than me already? Lemme guess, it’s a girl with a bangin’ hot body,” he said while making straight eye contact with Damien, almost in an accusatory way. He immediately began laughing, ensuring that it could be read as a joke.
“I’d never, I’m not straight. I’m very very clearly gay as I am dating you and have only dated guys.”
“Aw, that’s like saying I’m hardly bi at all since I’ve only dated girls before you,” he said with a fake hurt look on his face.
Damien immediately began blushing from embarrassment. “I’m sorry, that wasn’t what I meant...”
Logan patted his back and made his way to the passenger’s side of the car. “Nah, you’re fine, I’m just joshin’ ya.”
By the time Logan got into the car, Damien laughed a weak laugh. “Ha ha… yeah, a joke…” then he muttered in a low voice, “Just like the other million times you’ve said that when I’ve texted Mary…”
He joined Logan in the car, starting it up and beginning the drive to his own home.
“So,” Logan started as he looked at Damien with suggestive eyes, “How was our moment last week, eh?”
Damien sighed, not ready to handle another one of Logan’s attempts to coerce him into sex. “Please, not now, I’m driving.”
The other pouted. “Ah, I was only kidding,” he said even though he clearly wasn’t.
At this point, Damien finally mustered up the courage to finally say his piece. “I actually want to talk about last week… and every other moment as you put it.” He paused for a couple moments, taking a quick glance at Logan to make sure he was listening to him. Luckily, he was looking at Damien, so he was attentive. “You see, whenever I end up having sex with you… you make me feel as though my requests are too much for you to handle or that I’m burdening you by trying to make sure that I’m comfortable throughout our experience together. I, by no means, have any will to make you feel like you’re the bad person in this. However, I would very much appreciate it if you were to maybe listen more to what I ask of you rather than brushing it off as though I’m just worrying over nothing.”
“But babe, I-”
“And another thing,” Damien noticed he was on a roll and couldn’t stop, “sometimes the way you refer to me, like ‘babe’ and ‘sweetheart’, they make me not feel my best not because they’re bad words, but since I’m trans and I want to distance myself from certain words that remind me of the fact I was born the way I am, it hurts me to be called those words whether or not you mean for it to be that way.”
He took another glance at Logan, and Logan was completely surprised. The two of them were in silence for a couple of moments. “I’m… sorry I made you feel that way,” he said in a comforting voice. “I promise I’ll do better, alright?”
A smile grew on Damien’s face. “Thanks Logan, I really appreciate it. You don’t know how happy that makes me.”
The rest of the drive was silent, but Damien was really happy for himself. He finally said what he wanted to say, and it worked!
Once they pulled up to the driveway, Damien’s father was out on the front lawn, sitting in his lawn chair and drinking a beer. “Hello son! Welcome back home! Oh, hello Logan,” he said standing up and extending a hand to Damien’s boyfriend. The two shook hands while making small talk, which allowed Damien to slip inside the house unnoticed and make a bee-line to his parents’ bathroom upstairs. While he normally wouldn’t use their restroom except for absolute emergencies, he knew it would be the only place to get a hold of a pregnancy test, at least, on short notice without announcing leaving the house again. He still couldn’t shake the feeling that he could potentially be pregnant even though he used protection and was on T. There’s no such thing as being too sure, however.
After sifting through the cabinets and drawers, he found seven tests, so he took one and followed the instructions on the box. After waiting the next couple of minutes, he took a deep breath and held the test in his hand in his line of sight.
“I’m…”
Positive.
“I’m… Preg… No, no, no, no,” he quickly situated himself for the public and made a dash for his bedroom where Logan was waiting for him on his bed.
Logan looked up from his phone. “It’s about time. Where were you?”
“...” Damien sat down next to him on the bed, the test in hand. He held it out for him to see.
“Hm? What’s that, a thermometer?” He said as he sat up and observed the results, genuinely confused.
“Pregnancy test,” he said simply.
Logan took the test in his hands, confused. “What do the two lines mean?”
“Pregnant.”
“... Are you sure? Did you even read the packaging? I’m sure you’re wrong.”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“Positive. Test is positive. I’m pregnant.”
Damien had a hard time fleshing out “proper sentences” whenever he was stressed, but this was a new level of stress that he never thought he’d have to live through, at least, not this soon. He could feel a heavy and dark feeling grow in the pit of his stomach. This wasn’t something he wanted. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen. He used protection. Sure he didn’t use birth control, but that would have messed up his T injections.
Logan gripped onto Damien’s wrist, a little too hard for comfort. “Is there a reason why the test came out positive?”
His heart instantly dropped. Does he mean… I cheated on him?
“I bet it’s that Mary girl, huh. I bet she’s one of those, what’s it called… transgendered guys? I bet she did this!”
“No!” Damien shouted, unable to control the volume of his voice. “She isn’t trans! She’s like you: cis! She didn’t do this!”
He quickly stood up, getting up in Damien’s face and shouting, “Then explain how this happened!”
Tears immediately began building up in his eyes, unable to handle confrontation, especially when his boyfriend is the one yelling at him. He couldn’t say anything anymore, not because he was guilty, but because he was unable to speak no matter how much he wanted to.
Logan only grew angrier with every word that fell from his lips, “I bet you were cheating on me this whole time! There’s no way this would’ve happened unless you did this on purpose to keep me with you forever. You’re sick if you think this is gonna be how we eventually get married or whatever sick fantasy you had in mind.”
Tears fell fast down his face, and he completely froze once his mother and father came into the room.
“What’s all of this yelling about?” His mother said with angry crossed arms.
Damien looked at his parents with red tear-filled eyes, unable to speak, but had eyes that pleaded for help.
Logan, on the other hand, was too busy fuming to be civil. “Your so-called son here is out here sleazing with other guys, that’s what!” He threw the test at Damien, making the other flinch. The test hit his arm and landed on the floor. “You know what, if this is how you’re gonna play, then we’re through. You hear me? We’re through !”
Damien’s father grabbed him by the arm tightly, saying firmly, “You’ll leave this house right now, you hear me? I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting my son like this.”
“Well, fine by me! I don’t want to date a slut if that’s what you decide to endorse in your house.” He turned to Damien and said, “Don’t expect me to talk to you after this. Have fun with that demon that you have growing inside you!”
“That’s enough!” Damien’s mother took a hold of the boy’s other arm and the two parents escorted the screaming teenager out of the house and off of the property, leaving Damien standing there, speechless and frozen in place. What was he going to do?
Once he was finally able to move his limbs again, he quickly typed out a text to Mary.
SUpoorut.
He was too riddled with anxiety to bother fixing his very obvious typo. All he could do now was just wait for his parents to talk with him about what just happened.
And after a long while, that’s what happened. Damien’s father was the first to enter the room, seeing his son still standing in the same place ever since he left the room, however, he was anxiously wringing his hands and vocally stimming as a way to try and calm himself down. He calmly called out. “Damien? Did you want to talk?”
Damien nodded his head, eventually getting to a point where he no longer needed to vocally stim. He started talking rather slowly, “So… you know how sometimes teenagers… do… certain things with each other?” One look at his father and he could already see his fallen face showing fear in his eyes. He continued, “Well… me and Logan did that… and I think the most recent time it happened, it… ended up with me…” and he finished off in a low whisper, “pregnant...”
It took a minute for his father to try and conjure up a response. This was his son who he trusted to stay safe, and especially avoid any teen pregnancies, yet this happened, regardless of all the warnings both he and his wife have given him ever since he started puberty. He didn’t want to say the wrong words, so he settled on saying, “I love you so much Damien, and I’m so sorry that this happened… Do you need a hug?”
Damien nodded his head, and the moment they held each other in an embrace, he completely burst out into tears. He was terrified out of his mind. How was he going to handle this pregnancy? Would it be worth going around school as the “trans teen dad” for the rest of junior year and being an active father throughout all of senior year? How would he even continue going to school after giving birth? What would happen to his dreams of going to a technology-based college if he raises a kid? Would he even decide to keep the kid? It was all too much for him to handle. He began wishing so hard that he could go back in time to make sure that this wouldn’t happen, but no amount of wishing was going to take back what happened.
His father began sobbing too, the both of them sharing a vulnerable and terrifying moment together. He refused to ask any questions because he knew that it would only make things worse. They needed to get their feelings out first before they could have any talks about what happened in depth.
Mary knocked on the already open door to Damien’s room, cautiously watching the two of them crying in each others’ arms. “Dames…” she walked over and sat beside him on the bed. She asked with caution, “Is it okay if I know what happened?”
After Damien’s father nodded to his son as approval, he said in a weak voice, “I’m pregnant… and he’s gone. It’s over...”
Mary didn’t ask any questions, and instead joined in on the hug, tears welling up in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Dames…”
In between sniffs and heavy sobs, he agreed, “I’m so sorry too…”
The three of them with one another, adjusting to their new reality. Damien was pregnant as far as everyone was concerned. His parents needed to figure out what to do with their now-pregnant son. However, Mary had the special task of trying to be the middle-person of the situation and try to figure out how to best help out her friend on a teen-to-teen level compared to a parent-child form of assistance.
Once the three had calmed down enough for his mother to enter the room, they delivered the news, but she didn’t take the news like the others had.
With narrow eyes, she started shouting, “What do you mean you’re pregnant? What have I told you about sex when you’re so young!”
“Abigail,” her husband calmly stated, “This isn’t the best time.”
“No, look at the situation that we’re in now. Do you know how many other parents have to handle a situation like this? Sure, teen pregnancies happen, which is a travesty all on its own, but with a trans kid? How’s that going to go well? How do we tell his doctor? How do we tell the school? This isn’t something that we can just put on the back burner and forget about for the next couple of hours like you do Jeff.” She looked at Damien, ready to grill him. “Did you use protection?”
“Yes…” he said in a quiet voice.
“Do you know that protection doesn’t always work?”
“Well, I sure as hell know now, don’t I?!” he sharply answered.
His mother glared at him. “Don’t you dare raise your voice!”
“You’re already raising yours at me, what do you think I’m supposed to do? Take your yelling and smile? No!”
Mary shouted, “Please, stop! Damien’s already going through enough right now, and I’m sure you both are, too.” She began calming her voice so as to not further anger Damien’s mother. “Mr. and Mrs. Bloodmarch, how about we give Damien some space for a bit to just sit on things. I think he has a couple of big decisions to make, so maybe some space will help him clear his head and make some final decisions. Does that sound like a good idea?”
The two parents looked at one another, the father silently encouraging her to agree with Mary, and she visibly remained reluctant, but nodded. “Alright, Damien does need his space. You’re free to stay for dinner, Mary. I don’t expect you to leave, and we can open a spot on the couch for you tonight.”
Damien shook his head. “She should go home. I’m sure your family is worried out of their mind about where you are.”
She shook her head. “You know they hardly notice whenever I’m in or out of the house. I’m staying with you. You need it, especially right now.”
Damien smiled, caving in. “Thank you so much Mary.”
His mother left the door, calling out behind her, “Jeff, you can help me make dinner tonight.”
“Coming, honey,” he called out. He turned to his son and Mary. “Please treat him well,” he said to Mary, worry ever-present in his eyes.
She nodded. “You have my word.”
He nodded in return and left the room to help make dinner. He closed the door behind him to make sure that his son had some privacy. Damien more than appreciated the gesture.
Mary sighed. “I’m… I’m just so sorry that this had to happen to you. You know you didn’t deserve this in the slightest, right?”
“But it happened anyways,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper. “I’m the one responsible for it. If only I told him not to have sex that night-”
Mary held both of his shoulders, looking at him and stating firmly, “Hey, you need to stop beating yourself up over this. Yes, what happened was an accident, but it’s not the end of the world.” She let go of him and began messing with her hair. “So, you already know that I’m pro-choice, but remember, your choice is your choice, and your choice alone. I’m there for you no matter what choice you make, okay?”
Damien nodded. “Yeah… It’s too soon for me to make a choice. Technically, the sooner the better if I want the baby gone… but at the same time, what if I want this baby? I’ve always wanted to be a father. I don’t realistically want to be a father now, but the opportunity is in my hands… I don’t know what to do with this.”
“Me neither… but if you ever want to talk to me about it, you know that I’m here for you. Heck, if you even wanted to talk to someone who’s pro-life, you could probably go talk to the pastor for the church my boyfriend, Joseph, goes to. Sure, Joseph is also pro-choice, but again, it’s a fresh set of eyes.” She shrugged, not really sure if her advice was appreciated or necessary in the moment. “Again, it’s all just suggestions.”
He smiled, fidgeting with his fingers. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, however, I’d personally avoid someone with a religious agenda backing their beliefs regarding what to do with babies, you know?”
She shrugged. “I honestly wouldn’t know what I’d do if I were in your shoes, but I’ll help you however you want help.”
He pulled his friend into a hug. “Thank you so much, Mary.”
The bell for the school day rang, and the two partners in crime arrived on campus in Damien's car just in the nick of time for Damien to rush to his first class on time. However, since first period was Mary's free period and Logan's P.E. class, that meant Mary could give that sad excuse of a human being the beat-down of his life.
With one backpack strap slung over her shoulder, she made sure that the gym was her one and only destination. With luck, she managed to not get stopped by any staff members on her way to infiltrate the class in normal clothes. After silently entering the gym, she quickly began scanning the area for Logan. It didn't take long for the prick to stand out with his fuckboy stance and the overall way he carried himself. Just seeing him there existing was enough to send her over the edge. She walked straight through the kids running the mile in useless ovals, grabbing the ex by the collar of his shirt. "You're gonna come with me, got it?"
He raised his hands in the air as a sign of surrender, but she knew better than to trust him. She pulled him back through the crowd of runners and led him outside, shutting the door behind her. Immediately, she went off on him. "What the absolute fuck did you do to Damien? He's absolutely destroyed because of what you did to him! Why are you accusing him of sleeping with me? Can't you realize that maybe this was an accident? Hell, you both used protection the whole time I'm sure, so that excludes any of this being planned of both of your ends."
"Oh, no, I took off the condom halfway through," he said nonchalantly with a shrug. "You can't get pregnant when you're on testosterone, and I know that he was on T when we fucked. He did his injection the same day."
Mary was absolutely dumbfounded. Was he truly that fucking dense? "You do realize that people can still become pregnant while they're taking testosterone, right? Jesus Christ, it's like saying you can't be depressed while taking anti-depressants! You're such a fucking dumbass, you know that right?"
"I thought he was just saying that just for me to put a fucking condom on!"
"Why are you so focused on fucking without a condom?!"
"It feels better that way, that's why," he said while rolling his eyes, settling on making a "duh" face at Mary.
"Alright, time to have my next detention referral written out." With that, she socked him right in his face, which instantly sent him back a couple of steps and his eyes ready to set fire to anything they focused on. Mary continued shouting, "Was it all a joke to you? All of his warnings to use protection? All the times he asked you not to touch him on certain areas of his body? Was it all a fucking joke to you?" She hit him again, which earned her an equally as hard punch to the face.
"I bet you Damien was just your side chick this whole time. There's no way you both are that close and not each others' fuck buddies."
Another sock to his face.
"You better shut your filthy fucking mouth," Mary said, ready to unleash more punches to unravel all of her pent up anger that she built up against him over the two years of him and Damien having been together. "You must be a bitter little bitch to have so little faith in your boyfriend. Lousy scum!"
He looked ready to throw another punch. "Do you really want to fight me? You're going to wind up with another detention referral. How many does it take before you end up getting suspended, I wonder? Maybe you'll even get expelled since you're the school's troublemaker of the year! Go ahead and run off before I give you a reason to go to the nurse's office you little roach."
He spit on her face, which earned him a kick to the balls before she darted off away from him and wherever her legs could take her. She knew she had a target on her back now, but she didn't care anymore. She wanted to protect Damien at all costs, and that so-called human essentially ruined her best friend's life. After running all sorts of directions around campus, she took a breather outside of the drama room.
This was going to be quite the development to tell Damien.