Logan

Eight

«Hey Asma, are you at home?» Cristina asked on her phone. «Because I wanted to ask you if you could check a thing in my room but if you're all in the other girls' apartment it's ok ... Yeah, I'm back before dinner, see you later»
«So?» Logan asked.
«My place is free, so we're going there.» she said.
Logan had never been that tensed. He was too young to be a father, he kept telling himself. How did he even get a girl pregnant?
Cristina told him whether to turn left or right to get to her house and as they arrived she told him to be quiet.
They went up the stairs and Cristina opened the door. The house was little but she was just sixteen, in school and with other persons, so it was big enough. She went inside the bathroom and after a while she let Logan in.
«Two minutes.» she said putting the pregnancy tests in a perfect line.
«What would you want me to do?» he asked.
«I don't know, I just...» she said watching the floor.
She sounded like about to cry and Logan got on his knees to look her in the eyes and took her hands. «It's going to be ok»
«Stand up, idiot» she said helping him. «Thank you for trying.»
«Do you want me to hug you or something?» he asked.
«Go on» she said putting her cheek on his chest.
He wrapped his arms around her and he felt a little awkward.
«Do we want to get out of the bathroom?» she asked.
«Sure.» he answered.
She took the sticks and threw the boxes in the bin. Right after, her phone rang. «Two minutes» she said anxious. She watched a test. «This is the first one, are you ready?»
He nodded.