ooc; I will most likely re-write this at some point or another. de·nial (dē nī′əl, di-) - a refusal to believe or accept.
Her eyes were wide and vacant as she stared out to the view across the school grounds, the usual sparkle hidden now deep behind her pale irises. Smudged make-up lingered across her pallid skin, a mixture of mascara and eyeliner clinging to her dampened eyelashes. Soft puffs of grey smoke flowed steadily from her deep crimson lips whilst she stood, the taste lingering on her tongue with the salted tears that had only just seemed to cease. The girl's mind was whirring, though her thoughts tried to remain empty. She couldn't escape the realisation that was now haunting her, steadily taking over her entire state and leaving her unable to distract herself with anything else.
The clothes Taylor wore were not what you could class as her usual provocative attire - far from it. Upon her slender legs was a pair of plain, dark leggings, whilst her torso was covered by a grey, baggy t-shirt that hung down to cover her thighs. Over her shoulders was one of Thad's hooded jackets that she had stolen from him just a couple of weeks into their relationship, the material bringing her some form of warmth and the slightest bit of comfort as it reminded her still quite strongly of the male. But that didn't help her, even as she tried so hard to think fondly back to when the pair of them had just started out.
Fresh tears slid down her cheeks, collecting at her jaw before dripping down to the ground below. Her heart pounded as she stared at her shaking hand, fingers clinging to the steadily vanishing cigarette before her. Tay couldn't just linger on the past, not now. She needed to realize what was being ushered onto her in the present.. and recognize what this meant for her future. She had been in denial for weeks now, nearing months. Her friends had tried to tell her, Thad had even approached her about it. But she was still in such disbelief that she just ran, not wanting to confront what was now staring her right in the face.
Slowly, Taylor let the stick of nicotine fall from her fingertips, the toe of her trainers pressing against the tip of it to extinguish the smallest of embers lingering at its end. Her eyelids slipped closed, the softest of sighs creeping past those plush lips of her's. She gradually let one of her hands slide to the base of her spine, fingers dragging against the soft material until it was held taut against her torso. The girl's breath caught in her throat whilst her other hand ran steadily over her gradually swelling stomach, a fresh bout of tears pouring down her cheeks.
She was pregnant. And she couldn't carry on denying it.
Her fingers loosened and her legs started to give way, her back sliding down against the wall just behind where she stood. The tears continued to fall, nothing within her really wanting to make them stop. There were just so many things now rushing through Taylor's mind, everything just screaming to be given priority in her conflicted form. She could always get rid of it. The word 'abortion' repeatedly rolled forward, but then would she ever forgive herself for it? There was someone growing inside of her. A little person. A boy or a girl. Someone who could grow up to be whatever they wanted, someone who could end up meaning the world to her.
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It didn't take too long for Thad to find her, worry etched on his sweet features. He hadn't meant to upset her, and he hadn't meant for her to run away in tears from his words. But he had to confront her, he'd needed to. After several of his friends and family had asked about it, Thad couldn't just stand by with the knowledge that she might have been carrying his child and simply been in denial about it. No. He needed to know.
Sympathetic eyes fell upon the girl, now, curled up with her back rested against the school building. It took him mere seconds to walk towards her, settling himself down beside her small form. Thad wanted to make her feel better, he wanted to tell her that everything was okay, but he just didn't know. Taylor wasn't the only one confused, almost dazed by the news. Without saying so much as a word, he slowly slid one arm to wrap around her, drawing her against him. It was the best he felt he could do, and it calmed him when he felt the female turn into his touch, bringing herself closer so her head rested against his shoulder. Nothing was uttered between the pair, even as one of Taylor's own arms went to wrap around his torso. They just sat there in silence, soaking in the situation they had fallen into, hoping and praying that everything would just fall into place.
