I stared down at the white stick in my hands the words Pregnant staring right back at me. I'm in shock, I mean a part of me feels joy, I guess. But the other part of me feels nothing but fear because I have so many questions and feelings about it. I mean I'm only nineteen years old, I'm still in college. We're young? what will Scott say? Can we even handle having a baby?

Scott, he's so focused on college football right now and he should be. Football has always been his dream. And he is so close to being picked for the National Football league, which is what he has worked so hard for since before I even met him. Scott has put so much into it just to get this far, and he's almost there.

But now this changes everything for us and for our life together.

When I think back to the beginning of us and how we started, I first met Scott Vaughan when I was fourteen years old, just starting my high school experience, in a new state while starting my freshman year in a new school and my only thoughts were getting through the next four years with my head down and not getting attached to people.

And then I met him in the school's cafeteria of all places.

It was random and unexpected; I mean we came from different worlds; he was the handsome freshman star football player. His parents were well known and wealthy, he was what people called high-class.

Me on the other hand I was being raised by a single mom who worked two jobs to support us and my dad wasn't in the picture. To his parents, I was probably classed as middle class or lower class. And well to his parents, especially his mother I was unexpectable to be dating her son, I was almost an embarrassment.

But no matter what his parents did to try and split us up, it never worked, it only made us stronger as a couple. It was kind of like we were a modern version of Romeo and Juliet without the suicide pact though, it always seemed nobody wanted us together but that didn't stop us, and we made it all through high school as a couple. Even planning our future with each other, because we knew what we had was going to last forever.

Then once high school was over, we had a decision to make, which was college. Scott got a full acceptance to play football at Ohio State University. I applied to several different colleges and Ohio State was one of them because I knew it was a possibility for Scott to end up there.

And with my GPA I got a scholarship and followed him there for college from our hometown in San Diego.

And for the last year, we've lived together in our own apartment close to the campus. I'm studying business management and trying other classes; Scott's been focused on football and we've lived a normal college life together.

But this changes everything, don't get me wrong we've talked about the future, marriage and maybe even kids one day, but for like five or ten years from now. Not at this moment, I mean we're both still in our first year of college, it's just the beginning. And here I am unexpectedly pregnant and I'm not sure, how Scott is going to react to this news.

Snapping out of my thoughts as I hear the front door open and shut again. Pushing the pregnancy test into the back of my jeans pocket and walked out of the bathroom that leads right into our bedroom. Letting my eyes linger on Scott as he stands by the closet and stops as he sees me.

"Hey, I didn't know you would be home-;" Scott began saying and then broke off, before opening the closet door and pulling out his large overnight bag, that he uses for away games.

"Yeah, I wasn't feeling too good. Do you have an away game or something?" I asked him as my eyes land on him placing his clothes into the bag. Scott stops packing the bag and looks at me, for the first time since he walked in. Sadness in his eyes, and there's just this tension in the room that I feel but I don't know what it is.

"Ella, we need to talk-;" He starts to say to me in a hushed tone. He's never this quiet when he comes home, he's always talking non-stop about football, to the point when sometimes I can't get him to shut up.

"Talk about what? Babe, what is it?" I asked him, my eyes never leaving him.

His blue eyes move to meet my gaze, there's a pain in there, one that scares me.

"I'm sorry.....but this-;" He says waving his finger between us before announcing,

"it's not working anymore-;" letting my eyes linger on him in shock for a moment, my chest feels achy and my eyes began to fill up.

"What do you mean?......where is this coming from? -;" I cried and took a step back before adding "This morning you were fine, all smiles and telling me you love me! What changed for you?" My voice growing louder now because I'm hurt and angry.

Because of the way that he's wording his words, he's acting like things have been horrible for us, for ages and like he's finally walking away from a toxic relationship like we're this horrible couple together.

When that's not true because we haven't had a fight in months and when we do fight it is over normal stupid things, that couples fight over.

Our normal is us laughing, when people see us, they tell us that they've never seen two people more in love than they have when they look at us. So, all of this that he is saying to me right now, it makes no sense at all.

"I can't explain it, I just started to see that I can't be the person I have to be and do the things that I want. And be with you, at the same time" He said to me and then goes back to packing his bag. Letting the tears fall down my cheeks, as I just watch him pack his stuff and his words repeating in my head.

"What are you talking about? Do you even understand what you're saying, 'cause you are making no sense at all to me" I screamed towards him.

Because if he's going to walk out on me after five years together. Then I sure as hell want a better excuse than that. He owes me that much, after everything I've done to support him and his stupid fucking dreams.

"I have to focus on football and that's all. That's the most important thing to me and I'm so close to NFL. But I can't be with you, not when I'm this close to it, I need to stay focus with no distractions" He snorted to me like it's the most natural thing like I should just accept it and let it go.

"Wait a second so let me get this right, I was okay to keep around for five years. Through high school and this last year, but as soon as you get close to NFL, I'm a distraction. Do you even love me or were you just messing with my feelings this whole time?" I shouted at him, he stops packing up his stuff and looks directly up into my eyes. And he locks his on mine.

"I did love you, Ella, probably more than I have anyone else in my life" He sighs, wiping my tears from my cheek.

"Did? As in the past tense, when did you stop Scott?" I whispered to him, Scott zips up his bag, and finally takes a long sad look at me.

"I mean I do... it's just I'm sorry, okay but this is over;" He cries and grabs his bag,

"Goodbye Ella" He mumbles softly, before turning around and walked out the front door, once again but this time for the last time.

Once I hear the door click again, the apartment is full of silence. He never even looked back at me as he walked out, how could he do this to me?

Taking the pregnancy test from my pocket, and slowly sat on the edge of the bed. The tears fully falling from my eyes now, how I am supposed to do this by myself? I know I can because my mom did, but I never thought I would ever have to raise a child on my own.

Because I always thought that Scott and I, were the real deal that we could get through anything, as long as we were together. But I guess I was wrong about that because the man that I love just walked out on me for football and with a lame excuse.

If I'm being honest, I don't know who I am without Scott, he's been my best friend since we were fourteen years old, he's the only person other than my mom, who had always been there with me and now he isn't.

He's gone and he's never coming back, I know that because in the pity of my stomach is just dreed because I saw that look in his eye, the look of goodbye. He's really gone.

This means now I need to find out who I am without Scott Vaughan, not just for my sake, but also for my unborn child's sake because it's just the two of us now.