What If

I slowly open my eyes and squint at the bright sunlight that threatens to blind me.

"Ugh." I say. Where the hell am I? Who's house am I in this time? I'm on a bed and....naked? I hear light snoring from behind me and I widen my eyes in shock.

"Oh shit." I breath. I slowly roll over to come face to face with apparently last nights lover. I take in a sharp breath and have force myself to not cry out. The guy laying next to me is none other than Walton Simmons, or better known as Wally. Wally is that guy. You know, sweet, popular, and good lord has a body to kill for not to mention is one of or the smartest guy in our whole school.

As quiet as I can possibly muster I climb out of the queen sized bed and shiver as the cold draft and the freezing tile come into contact with my bare body. Strung around the room are my clothes, undoubtedly because of last nights little rendezvous. I slide the garments on and walk into the hallway. Then it hits me: the party, the drinks, the music, but nowhere in my memory does Wally come into play.

After finding my car parked in the street I begin to make my way home. Tons of questions run through my head: What exactly happened last night? How did it come to happen? along with a million others flitted through my head.

I finally get home and immediately make my way to the bathroom to find my sister's secret box of pregnancy tests.

"Better safe than sorry." I say aloud to myself. I set the stick on the counter and figure I have some time to kill before I have any answers. To be honest, I'm not nervous about it at all. Every scare has turned out negative but the more I think about it the more the little voice in the back of my head says 'what if.'