D is for Disaster

We get to Art class ten minutes late. Frank pulls me back and Mikey goes in,
"What?" I ask and he looks at me awkwardly.
"um..." he stutters,
"Come on, we have to go in" I tell him,
"Wait, it's about last night. Um... I..."
"You used a condom, right?" he nods,
"Yeah, but.. I.. I think it-" he trails of,
"Frank.. are you trying to say the condom broke?" He nods..
"I'm really sorry, I was gonna tell you sooner but then Billy turned up and-" he rambles of and his words stop making sense.
"Stop talking, we need to tell Mikey" I tell him,
"Why? You might not be pregnant"
"I might be"
"Do a pregnancy test thing, Then like find out, because then you might not be and then-"
"Shut up, I'm going in, Are you coming?"
"Already did" He smirks and I push him, and then walk into lesson.
My parents are gonna kill me. Holy fuck. but I wouldn't wanna get rid of it. And then I might have to If- Hold up, I might not even be pregnant.
But chances are I am. I'm that fucking lucky.

Notes

Woo chapter 3 and I have writers block.. Any one think of a cure??