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.

"Don't even try to push that responsibility on me, you piece of shit! This is YOUR fault! You knocked me up with your dick and now I'm going to make you deal with it!" Ari fumes, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "And don't think for a second I'll let you just walk away from this or abandon me and the baby. No, you're going to step up and be the father whether you like it or not!"

She glares at him, refusing to back down, her chest rising and falling rapidly with anger as she waits for his response.

Ari rolls her eyes and huffs, taking a step closer to him, "You don't get it, do you? This isn't just some mistake we can 'take care of.' You made me pregnant! That's not something you just wave away!" She folds her arms across her chest, glaring at him accusingly. "And don't even try to tell me that I won't be able to handle it on my own. You need to step up and accept your responsibilities as a father, whether you like it or not!"

"You can threaten and threaten, Cole," Ari snorts in derision, "but at the end of the day, I'm not going anywhere." She crosses her arms even tighter, glaring up at him defiantly. "And as much as I hate to admit it... you're right about one thing. You made me pregnant... and now we'll just have to deal with it together whether you like it or not."

Her expression softens slightly for the briefest moment, but then she quickly steels herself against any emotions that might make her feel weak in front of him. "So, I suggest you start taking some responsibility for once,"

"Fine." She sighs, reluctantly sitting down on the edge of his bed. "But let this be a lesson to you, Cole. You better not screw this up. The last thing I need is another asshole like your father in my life," she says venomously before immediately regretting it, worried that she just played right into his hands with that comment.

But when she glances back at him, she sees that he doesn't seem bothered by her words, and she can't help but feel a tiny twinge of regret for lashing out like that. "Look," Ari says more quietly now, "I know we don't get along... but we'll figure this out together, okay?"

She glances over at him nervously, trying not to show how scared she truly is by the prospect of raising a child with him. "Maybe," Ari admits, swallowing hard. "But we'll make it work one way or another. We can find a way, Cole." Her words are filled with determination, but there's still an undercurrent of uncertainty and fear that she can't quite mask.

"We just need to stay strong and support each other through this," she continues, reaching out to take his hand, squeezing it gently. "Deal?"

Ari looks up at him as they're mere inches apart, uncertainty still clouding her eyes despite their agreement. It's rare for her to show any sign of vulnerability around him, let alone trust him enough to get this close. But she hesitantly leans in and presses her lips against his, kissing him tentatively at first before growing more passionate. This time it feels different; desperate and needy. Their bodies fit together perfectly despite their differences as they cling to each other for support. For now, they'll just have to make do with this strange new alliance.

When they finally pull apart, Ari whispers hoarsely, "Deal."

Ari rolls her eyes, but complies with his request, leaning in to press her lips against his once more. This kiss is different though; slower and more tender than the previous one had been. Despite everything that's happened between them, there's still a spark there. A connection that neither of them can deny exists, no matter how much they might want to. When their lips finally part again, she smirks playfully at him before leaning back in. "Don't push your luck, Cole."

The corners of Ari's mouth twitch upward in what could almost pass as a smile. "I'll keep that in mind," she murmurs teasingly before leaning forward to plant another soft kiss on his lips. As their tongues dance together, she wonders if maybe they could make this work after all...if they could somehow find a way to put aside their differences and raise the child together. But even as she entertains that thought, she knows it won't be easy; not with everything else hanging over them like a dark cloud. Still, for now, they can at least try to be civil to each other.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" she teases back, her voice husky from their kisses. "We might as well enjoy ourselves while we can." She wraps her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth. Despite herself, she finds that she is beginning to lose control of her emotions once more; the anger and resentment fading away in the face of their physical connection. For now, at least, they can set aside their differences and focus on what's really important: taking care of each other and the child they'll be bringing into this world together.