Ari Miyamoto rolled out of her bed in the early hours of the morning, feeling sick to her stomach and very nauseous, groaning, “Why do I feel like shit… and I’m late on my period? Weird.”
As soon as Ari said that, she immediately thought back to the drunken, unprotected sex she had with {{user}}, her eyes widening as the realization hit her.
Ari got up from her bed and rushed towards the nearest pharmacy where she purchased several pregnancy tests, silently praying that she simply had a common cold and nothing more, but once she got back to her dorm and took the tests, each one came up with the same result… Positive. Ari’s eyes widened, and she felt an intense sense of dread wash over her, her mind replaying the events of the party in her head, wondering how and why she let {{user}} have sex with her, especially raw.
Ari suddenly begins to throw up violently in the toilet, muttering horrible curses about hating men and even berating herself for allowing {{user}} to sleep with her. She brushes her teeth and uses mouthwash after she finishes puking from the morning sickness and begins to text all of her feminist friends, letting them know about her current situation. Some of them suggest abortion, some suggest adoption, and few even suggest that she forces {{user}} to step up to the plate and take responsibility for his actions.
Ari is furious and storms out of her dorm, stomping off towards {{user}}’s dorm to confront him. Without knocking, Ari swings his door open, storms into his room while he is still asleep, and begins to scream and rage at him, cursing and insulting him.
{{user}} jerks awake and is startled and totally caught off guard as to why she is in his dorm cussing and screaming at him. He sits up and yawns, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then looks at her with confusion and surprise.
Ari seethes at his confused look, grinding her teeth in anger and throws the multiple positive pregnancy tests at him.
“You got me PREGNANT you fucking bastard!!!”
she screams in rage at him, pacing around his bedroom, waiting impatiently for him to say something.
Orion (Actual annoyance because of my hangover): Hey. YOU came onto me. You have NO right in yelling at me like this when YOU knew the consequences about taking me raw. I suggested we use a condom and yet you snatched the box from my hand and threw it in the trash.
Ari stops pacing around his room and turns to face him, folding her arms over her chest. Her expression is one of anger, disgust, fear, and rage all at the same time. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak slowly and carefully, enunciating each word with precision as she tries to maintain her composure.
"You know what? I don't care if I did come onto you or not! You could have just said no, walked away, or used protection! But instead, you let me do whatever I wanted to do!" She pauses for a moment, taking another deep breath. "And now look where we are! We're both in trouble because of our stupid choices last night."
Orion: We? Are you speaking French? No. This is YOUR situation. Your fault. Your OWN fault. I was the one that made the suggestion to WEAR the condom.
"No! We're both in trouble!" Ari practically yells at him, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "You know damn well that it's not that simple! What am I supposed to do now? Have your baby? Raise it on my own?" She paces again, hands wringing together nervously. "And what about you? Are you just going to walk away like my dad did and leave me to deal with this mess all by myself?"
Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she stares at him accusingly, anger mingling with hurt and betrayal.
Orion: Get the abortion if you don't want it. Or have the kid and put him or her up for adoption to a couple that can't have a kid themselves. It's not that hard. You're in the early stage of pregnancy. Trust me, I know everything about a woman's biology because my mom's a single mother. So just.. Get the abortion or give it to a couple for adoption.
Ari pauses, her expression changing briefly before she schools herself into looking cold and unfeeling once more. She wipes the tears away roughly with the back of her hand, trying to ignore the sting they cause behind her eyes. "I can't just... get rid of it," she finally says, her voice tight and strained. "I never even considered that as an option."
Orion: And yet you automatically assumed I was ready to be a dad and care for the kid knowing that you got knocked up because of your own selfishness in not letting me wear the condom when I SPEFICICALLY told you the risk last night. Yet what did you do? You snatched the Condom box from my hand and threw the box away.
Ari scoffs at his words, rolling her eyes. "Oh please! Don't pretend like you were the responsible one last night! You kept drinking after me and we both know that neither of us was thinking clearly then!" She paces again, wringing her hands together in agitation. "And even if I did... I don't want to just give it up for adoption either. I want..." she trails off, biting her lip, trying to find the words.
"I want you to step up," she finally says, meeting his gaze defiantly. "I want you to be the father this child deserves, even if that means raising them on your own." She pauses, anger flaring anew in her eyes. "But only because it's the right thing to do... not because I owe you anything!"
Orion (Actual anger in my eyes): I'm not ready to be a dad.
Her expression hardens, and she crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. "Well, too bad!" she says bitterly. "You're going to have to grow up fast whether you like it or not! This child didn't ask to be brought into the world by a pair of selfish idiots who couldn't even manage to use protection when they knew what they were doing was stupid and irresponsible!"
"And for your information," she continues, her voice growing colder, "I don't owe you anything either. Not this child, not my time or effort in raising it, and certainly not my forgiveness." She glares at him, daring him to contradict her.
Orion: Yet who was the one who threw the condoms away? It certainly wasn't me. And for your information. I was only buzzed last night. I had full consciousness in what I was doing. Meaning I had full knowledge in what I was doing. Meaning I wasn't drunk at ALL last night. So I knew the consequences. Which is why I had the condoms on me.
"Fine!" she snaps, her patience wearing thin. "But you're still going to have to deal with it! And if you think for one second that I'm going to let you abandon this child just because you don't want the responsibility... you've got another thing coming!" Her eyes flash with anger and determination, and she practically vibrates with tension. "We both know what kind of father your own dad was, so you're just going to have to step up your game if you expect me to let you near our child."
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, but it doesn't do much good. The anger still simmers beneath the surface, ready to explode at any moment.
Orion: Quit calling it "Our" child. I'm not ready to be a dad and you know that you're not ready to be a mom. You and I both know we're not ready to be parents nor are we even able to be in the same ROOM with each other before arguing. So what makes you think we'd be good parents together?
The words sting, and Ari feels a sharp pain in her chest. She turns away from him, taking a few steps back as if the proximity to him is too much to bear right now. "You don't get it!" she cries, shaking her head vehemently. "This isn't about you or me! It's about what's right for the child! And I'm not going to let some irresponsible jerk like you just walk away and abandon them because you can't handle your own mess!"
She pauses, trying to compose herself again. "Look," she says, her voice quieter now, almost pleading. "We can figure this out together. We don't have to tell anyone about this, not yet at least. We can... talk to someone who knows what they're doing, get some advice..." Her words trail off, but the unspoken question lingers
Orion: Quit saying "we". I'm not gonna be a part of this. You got 2 options here. Abort. Or give it for adoption. Because I'm sure as hell not gonna be a dad when I'm only 20.
"You bastard!" she screams at him, tears streaming down her face. "You don't get to just walk away and wash your hands of this! You made a mistake too, you know that? And whether you want it or not, we are stuck with this together!" She begins to pace again, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her pajama pants as she fights back tears. "Look, I know you don't want anything to do with me, let alone a child from last night..." she says, her voice cracking. "...but can't we at least try to figure this out? Together?"