LABYRINTH | Scarlett Johansson x Daughter

10 | safe with me.

A whole week has passed and I have not yet worked up the courage to tell a single soul about what happened at that party. I haven't even told Marty, and I tell him everything. He just thinks I went home early because I felt sick.

I've been getting no more than four hours of sleep each night because of the constant fear eating at me. What if the pill didn't work? What if I'm in that eleven percent that still ends up falling pregnant? What will my parents do? Should I tell Scarlett first and ask for her advice? I mean, she was in the same position sixteen years ago.

I know overthinking is not going to get me anywhere, but I physically cannot stop. I don't know how to speak to anybody about it so everything is stuck on a loop in my head which is why I'm pulled out of my daze for the second time this morning by Scarlett waving her hand in front of my face.

"Are you sure you're okay, Kenzie?" She questions. Her eyebrows are drawn together as a slightly worried look settles on her face. "Y-Yeah, I'm alright. I just have a lot on my mind," I share, releasing a shallow breath.

"Wanna talk about it?" She offers, quirking an eyebrow with a gentle smile.

I ponder on the question for several moments. It might make me feel better, having somebody else in the know, therefore I'd feel less consumed by it but I've known Scarlett for four weeks and whilst I do feel more comfortable around her than I do my own parents, this might be too much too soon so I decide against it with a shake of my head. "Thank you anyway."

"That's alright. If you change your mind though, I'm all ears."
I manage a small smile and nod before she switches the subject. "So, how's school going?"

"Uh, well, it's busy. I had three tests this week. One in math, chemistry and psychology which are my hardest subjects. I like them because they challenge me, but they require a lot of brainpower. I did start on my portfolio for Art School too which I'm excited about. I lost a lot of the work I was going to put in there so I'm starting from scratch for the most part which is stressful, but I really want to go so it'll be worth it."

"That does sound like a lot of brainpower," she agrees, giggling slightly. "How'd you lose your Art work though, isn't it on paper?"

"Well, yeah," I swallow, "but um...my parents had friends over and they brought their toddler and I'd stupidly left my sketchbook in reach of him, so when he threw a tantrum, he decided to rip majority of it up."

"Oh. That's awful, I'm sorry," she empathises, a sorrowful expression on her face.
"It's alright," I shrug before finishing off my latte. I ordered it with vanilla syrup for a change and it's safe to say I'll be doing it again.

"How long do you have until you're application is due?" She questions further before taking a sip of her own cup of coffee. "Uh, we'll I'm applying to four different schools and they are all due around mid January so I've still got a couple of months."

We're both fairly quiet whilst we finish the rest of our meals, although my thoughts are running a thousand miles an hour and on top of the noise in the café, it's a little overwhelming so I try to draw myself out of my head by speaking again.

"Scarlett? How far along we're you when you found out you were pregnant with me?" I ask.

"Uh, six or seven weeks I think. It was pretty early on. Why do you ask?" She answers, covering her hand over her mouth as she speaks with her mouth full of food.

"I'm just wondering. Did you have any symptoms that you didn't realise were pregnancy symptoms until you found out?" I question further, internally beating myself up for my lack of subtlety.