Zeta's POV

When I woke up, Jax was gone. I let out a long sigh as I got up and dressed in my pajamas. Sliding my bunny slippers on, I drag my feet over to the computer and sit down. Make up sex or whatever sex we just had... it felt like nothing I'd ever felt before.

Summer school has been pretty easy and I'm actually almost caught up. I sort of prefer doing it online since I can go at my own pace and not get distracted. But I miss my friends and I hope I can catch up in time to enjoy my Senior year.

I want this year to be a fresh start. Senior year is the year you look back on. And I'm on the brink of making some of the biggest decisions of my life. I don't want my lifestyle to be how it's been lately.

The previous three years of high school went by in the blink of an eye, and senior year will be no different. Navigating the final year of high school , with a lot of nerves and high expectations for the "best year ever."

Senior year of high school lends a lot of "lasts," but for the first time I will be navigating the college admissions process while trying to make the most of what's left of high school. I need to start senior year focused and prepared by knowing what to expect and how to resolve any challenges I may face.

But I don't want to fall back into the influence...

I pause my studies and click on a new tab. I quickly type in, "Where can I get baptized?" A whole bunch of stuff came up about Christianity and stuff, but as far as my behavior's shown, I am not one.

So I searched, "Can I get baptized if I'm not a Christian?" and I couldn't find anything to answer my question so I just got the number of a local Catholic's Church to see when their next baptizing ceremony was.

This will be my first step into a better life. Cleansing myself and repenting. Forgetting my old ways. And maybe I'll join the religious beliefs, who knows? But one thing is for sure, when I step through those doors on my last first day of school, I'm going to be a new woman.

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"So when are you coming back?" asked Emerson over the phone.

"I don't know for sure," I reply "but to be honest, probably the beginning of next semester."

"Next semester!?" she exclaimed "Why?"

"Because I'm not all the way caught up yet to graduate this semester. I'm working on fixing my screw ups."

"You're not a screw up," she said, plainly "And you can do it!"

"Thanks, Emerson. Now I've got to go. Talk to you later."

"Bye," we hung up.

I walked behind the church. There was a small lake there and that's where the ceremony was taking place. I felt really awkward there, and I didn't know if I was doing the right thing. But I put those thoughts behind me when the pastor started speaking.

After his mini-sermon/speech or whatever, he stated calling people up one by one, saying a prayer, then dunking them in the water. Everyone from a baby to an older man was baptized that day.

When it got to be my turn, I felt the eyes just staring at me as I made my way to the water. "Upon your profession of faith and in accordance with the Lord's command, I baptize you, Zanetta Taylor in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Buried in the likeness of His death and raised in the likeness of His resurrection." And with that, I was plunged into the water.

As I came back up and the water sprinted back into the lake behind me, I felt all of the darkness dwelling inside me join it. I felt a light being brought in with my first gasp of air. I felt like a new person.

I thanked the pastor and went home. I made a connection with the religion and I wanted to know more so I did some research, after my Summer school, of course.

My friends and Jax seemed to notice, so they asked me about it and I explained my whole situation. They were cool with it. Friends might not have the same beliefs or lifestyles, but they can still either agree to disagree or change or connect with each other.

Anyway, the school year ended for everyone and I was still stuck in Summer school. It was really lame, but I got done with it. But I was still grounded, so I couldn't go hang out with my friends or anything.

Jax and I went on a secret date and just enjoyed each other's company in a private romantic setting. We've been getting closer and closer each day. I've been talking to him more about my past and he also told me some of his flaws and secrets. Having sex here and there or just kissing and enjoying each other.

One night, it was about a month later, and I was sitting at my desk messing around on the computer when I felt this sudden pain in my stomach. I had a sudden urge to rush to the bathroom and I vomited in the toilet.

What is going on?

My breathing was quickening and I felt like I was about to cry. Oh no! This cannot be happening! This cannot be happening! Please no! No! No!

I had made sure it was true, and when the results came back, the ugly truth grabbed a rough hold on me. My gut felt like it was turned inside out and my eyes were flooded with tears. I texted Jax to come over because I couldn't get the words out in a call. I had to tell him in person

I just sat on my bed until he arrived. He knocked on my door. "Come in," I said, and he did so. He grabbed my chair and sat infront of me, "What's going on?" I reached behind me and grabbed my test. I showed it to him, "It's positive." he says. I nod, "I-I'm pregnant."

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