Sorry, Carla, I'm Busy

He sat back, breathing hard, sweat running all over his body like he was just sprayed with a hose. He scrambled around, removing the seat belt holder from the bottom of his back. "You okay?" he asks still panting. I open my eyes seeing that it's completely dark out now. Ken's large varsity jacket covering my naked body. I'm sweating too, my breath calming at this point. I look over at him, he's got his eyes closed and head resting against the seat. "Yeah. I'm fine, you?" I reply. He opens his eyes slowly, and I can see it in his face that he just wants to get out of here and go home. "I'm good, just tired. And we've got school tomorrow. We better get going." See? I was right. I comply, not really wanting to stay in the back of his car naked anymore either, and struggle to get dressed. I climb into the front seat as he does the same, resting in the driver's seat. "Thanks for dinner," I say. He nods to say 'you're welcome' I guess without actually saying it. I decide that's my cue to shut up and not say another word.
He drops me off at my house, gives me a sloppy kiss on the lips and basically kicks me out of his crappy car. As soon as I close his door he speeds off down my residential road. I go inside, avoiding my parents completely, knowing that they've been suspecting my new nature. I run upstairs to my room and change my clothes. I know I should shower the sex off me, but it's already 11:35 and I have homework to do. I lay in my bed, ready to do homework when I get an instant message from Beth. "So?" she asks. I type back, "He took me out to dinner and then we fucked. I don't know why any of them bother to even take me out anymore, they know I'll put out. I gotta do homework. See you tomorrow," and I proceed to sign offline. I flip open my calculus text book and complete about three problems before I begin to feel nauseous. I run to the bathroom knowing it's only a matter of seconds before I blow it everywhere, and just barely make it before I vomit into the toilet for a good five minutes. I close the top of the toilet seat, and rest my head feeling tired and unable to get up. I guess I must have fell asleep because the next time I open my eyes it's morning time.
It's been nearly three weeks since I slept with Ken. I of course have slept with Bobby, Ryan, Hank, Dan, Vinny, Rick, Tom and Karl since then... but there's something about Ken that sparks my interest. I haven't had my period for two months and I've been unusually sick. I decide to stop by the drug store for a pregnancy test after class today just to be safe. "Carly!" I'm startled by whoever is screaming my name which turns out to be Beth. "What's up, Beth?" I ask with an unconcerned tone in my voice. "We haven't talked for weeks... what's going on with you?" "Nothing, I'm just busy," I say as I turn and walk down the hall towards the doors outside. "Busy with who? Your oh-so-important guy friends?" I'm getting pissed at this point so I whip around and answer, "yes, Beth, my guy friends. I'm busy fucking all the guys in this school, so leave me alone."
I reach the drug store, buy the test, and realize I can't wait until I get home to take it so I ask where the bathroom is. "Back right corner." I sit down, piss, and wait. Wait for what seems like hours. In reality, it's only 30 seconds. I finally look and see... it's positive.
I should probably begin at the very beginning of the story.


I sit in my room studying for the fourth hour in a row. Getting into the School Of Physics and Astronomy was my main goal in life, and if studying for hours upon hours was what it took, I was willing to do it. My mom comes into my room, "hunny, dinner's on the table and you have a phone call." I'm confused, who is calling me? And why didn't they just call my cell? I run downstairs regardless curious to find out the caller. "Hello?" I ask. "Hey, is this Carly?" It's a boy's voice... "Yes... who is calling?" "This is Brent, from third period. I found your number on the emergency contact list and thought it would be silly to call your home phone, but I was too antsy to wait until tomorrow to talk to you, so I decided to call." I was in total shock, why was Brent, attractive smart Brent calling me? Dorky, nerdy, unattractive Carly? "Oh, haha, well what's up?" I say in a shaky voice. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out tomorrow night. 8 p.m. to that fancy restaurant near the super market?" What was happening... "Yes! I mean... I'd love to!" "Okay, Carly. I'll pick you up at 8. Bye!" I hung up and began jumping around, my mom asked what happened and I told her, she was excited for me but added, "just be careful, hunny, you never know what boys want these days." I was angry with what she said but excited for tomorrow, so returned to my bedroom skipping dinner.
"Hey, Carly, ready to go?" I answer the door seeing Brent's handsome face awaiting me. "Yes, let's go," I close the door behind me and follow him to his car. We spent dinner getting to know each other, swapping stories, and telling jokes. It was amazing. He paid and I thanked him and we returned to his car to take me home. On his way, he pulled off on some back street instead of my road. I asked him what he was doing and he said, "Carly, I find you very attractive, and I would really like to kiss you," I blushed and replied, "Okay." He pressed his lips against mine and that was the first kiss I'd ever had. It continued moving pretty quickly, eventually leading to some touching. I felt uncomfortable but decided to go along with it. Before I knew it, we were both naked in his back seat and he was putting on a condom... I decided to stop him, "Brent, are you sure--" he cut me off, "It's okay, Carly, I really really like you and it's good for us to do this together. Trust me." So that was it. I decided to trust him. The first person I ever decided to really trust. We had sex that night, and it was bad. I thought it would be sweet and romantic, but he was trying to go so fast to make it feel good, it just hurt. I still thought he really liked me, and when we were finally done, he said, "okay, let's go." I was confused, he didn't even kiss me. But I got back in the front seat regardless. He pulled into my driveway, said good-bye and didn't even give me a kiss. I got out, but told him to call me and wished for the best.
I didn't hear from him for a week, so when I walked up to him in school, I was kind of scared but decided to hold my ground. "Hey, Brent," I said. He looked surprised and wouldn't make eye contact with me. "Hey." I continued, "how come you never called me?" He began to walk away, still not looking at me, so I followed, "uhm, sorry, Carla, I've been busy." I started tearing up, "It's Carly, and uh, okay. Can we go out again?" He stopped walking almost making me slam right into him, "No, Carly, sorry, I just don't like you like that, please leave me alone." He turned and left me in the middle of the crowded hallway alone to let the built-up tears fall. I ran to the bathroom and began to sob, sob hard. It was that moment that I realized I was used, and that boys just weren't worth going through this. I was determined to find a boy to show me a good sexual experience just to get back at Brent for his shitty one. And I found one, in fact, I found a lot. I ended up dropping all of my school work and real important things I dedicated my life to for sex and using boys. Getting laid was what was important to me now. I scratched the chance of being screwed over by a guy out of my life when I began acting like one.

Now here I am, standing in the scummy bathroom of a drug store with a positive pregnancy test in my hand, realizing what I've done. How could I do this to myself? Getting out of this house and achieving my goals of being a scientist were shattered because of my naive, narrow-minded, little girl expectations of boys. Physical pleasure was more important than my future career and lifestyle. So there I stood, staring at that little stick with my piss on it, tears rolling down my face, realizing what I've done. Nothing says 'you're probably not going to the School of Physics and Astronomy now' like a teenage pregnancy.