"I hate my period." Mumbled a girl behind me.
That's when I realized I hadn't had my period in a while. Shit. No.
"I need to use the restroom." I told the teacher, he wrote me a pass and I left.
"Can I speak to the principle?" I asked, the secretary.
"Why?"
"It's about my detention." I lied.
"Go in." she sighed.
"Greg." I said.
"Yes?" he asked looking to me.
"I think I'm pregnant." I said.
"What?!" He yelled.
"Shh! I'm not sure it might be late."
"Late?! You aren't exactly Virgin Mary." he said lowering his voice.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. We've been sleeping together a lot."
"Are you calling me a slut?" I asked
"Lets face it we've had more sex than most people my age do in a year."
"Your age? Please I'm surprised you can still get it up."
"Are you serious?"
"Do I look like I'm joking?" I asked
" We need to get you tested." he spoke after a bit of silence.
"Can we go now?" I asked.
"No, after school."
"Alright." I started to leave.
"Wait!" he stopped me.
"I'm sorry." he sighed.
"I'm sorry too." I admitted.
"Make up sex?" he asked.
"If I'm not pregnant, yes." I smiled.
"See you after school." he said.
"Will do." I shut the door and made my way back to class.
