16-year-old Cameron.
I am in so much trouble. My father is going to kill me. No, my mother is going to kill me. She’ll skin me alive.
“Are you sure? We used protection both times we’ve been together,” I said to my girlfriend of six months. We had waited until her sixteenth birthday before we took each other’s virginity. We’ve had s*x twice in the last three months. It was good. I thought it would be better, but hey, I’m only sixteen, I’m still learning.
“Yes, I’m sure, Cameron. I took two tests. And so what if we used protection? It’s not one hundred percent accurate.”
“I know Trisha, but it just seems impossible.”
“Are you saying it’s not yours? Are you accusing me of cheating on you?” I held my hands out to tell her to stop yelling. I did not need my mom to hear her.
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