A whole new person

15 | Pregnancy test

I did my usual routine... and a little extra, cause I gotta look good today.

I went out of the bathroom, and I could hear Tom calling my name from the kitchen.

I walked over to him and he was staring at me as soon as I stepped in there. I was only in my thong and a bra.

"What is it, I'm kinda busy?" I said to him, trying not to seem as turned on as I really was, cause I did not have time for sex right now.

He kept looking at me like that. It almost made me angry.

"Is it you who left this one in the trash?" I looked in the trash and where Tom was pointing. It was a pregnancy test. Why now? Couldn't he have waited with this? I'm busy!

But anyways, it wasn't even mine. I don't know who's it is, but it's definitely not mine.

"No, that's not me. Is it positive?" I asked him and looked at him.

I expected him to start an argument or something, but he didn't. Instead he said: "Good." And then he just left.

I went to look in the trash. It was positive.

"Tom, where the hell are you going?" He kept walking. He didn't turn around to answer me. He was walking straight to Bills room.

He opened the door quickly, without warning. "Have you knocked up some chick?"

I didn't follow Tom all the way to Bills room, but I could clearly hear him saying: "Tom, I'm sleeping. Get the fuck away from me."

"Tom!" I yelled at him. I had no idea what I was gonna say now, but I just wanted him to calm down, so he wouldn't stress me before the show.

"Tom! Come on!" I yelled again. I could slowly see the shadow sneaking up on me in the dark hall.

To be honest, I was afraid it wasn't Bill who knocked up a girl. I didn't wanna distrust Tom - especially not on something like this - but why the hell is there a fucking positive pregnancy test in the trash?

"What?" Is all he said. God. If he doesn't say something more right now it's gonna be even harder for me to trust him.

I waited. I waited for him to say something more. But he didn't.

What the actual fuck?

He just walked away again. Asshole.

Hot asshole.

Caring asshole.

Sexy asshole.

Ahhrg, someone ripp my brains out right now.

I followed him to the kitchen.

"Tom..." I waited for him to say something again. "If you don't say something right now, I'm gonna go crazy. Explain to me why the fuck there is a fucking positive fucking pregnancy test in the fucking trash."

All I could get out of my mouth right now was the word 'fucking'. Cause no matter what, this situation was about fucking.

Either Bill fucked someone, which would be fine (for me) but poor Bill.

Or Tom and I fucked without protection too much, which is not good.

But I never took that fucking test... which leaves me with one other option.

Fuck.

Fucking fuck.

No.

Just a big fat fucking NO.

He just looked at me.

God, I'm gonna shoot myself now.

I feel like running a marathon and drowning myself afterwards.