We both sit there in silence until Emily finally speaks up.
"Let's go get you a test" she says quietly and we get up.
Emily yells to her parents saying, "Andrea forgot Hershey's syrup for our ice cream, we'll be right back!" Then we take off to the drugstore with her car.
The air was thick and dry, my heart was racing.
I can't be pregnant
My dad would kill me
What would I do with a baby
Would I keep it
Wait, who's is it
All sorts of questions ran through my head.
We arrived at the story and I crawled out of the car and into the store.
I was out of it, my brain slush and my body actions slow as if I'm molasses.
Emily was leading me through the aisles, my head was tucked in my hoodie, my hands in the cuffs of my sleeves.
Everything was a blur and suddenly we were back at Emily's house and she was handing me the box of tests and shoving me into the bathroom.
I just stand there facing the door for a bit, hands clutching the box fearfully.
Slowly I shook out of it and did my business on the toilet for the test.
I placed the test on the counter and leaned the wall for support.
This will change my life.....
I take deep breaths to calm my heart.
Someone knocks at the door.
"I'm almost done Emily!" I yell but the knocking continues.
"Andrea we need to go." Emily whispers loudly through the door. "Your sisters here."
I immediately get up from the floor and grab the test, then bolt out the door to Emily.
Sure enough, Rae was walking through aisles.
Great.
We hunch down and crouch through the aisles to avoid her.
When we finally get to the doors I look back one last time at Rae, then bolt out the door.
What was she doing?
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"It's been twenty minutes, the test is definitely ready." Emily mutters irritably.
We had raced back to her house to avoid seeing my sister-and family- and I was currently pacing her floor with her laying on the bed.
"I'm just nervous." I snap.
"Andy. Calm down, you can't be pregnant, your way smarter then that. I know you, you wouldn't let yourself get into this mess." She says reassuringly. I try to nod in agreement but I was still nervous.
She's right, I'm going crazy for nothing.
I chose myself and walk over to the test that was lying on her dresser.
I slowly peer over and hover my hand over the cloth covering it.
Idiot. You're not pregnant.
A voice says in my head. I try to agree but somewhere in the pit of my stomach I could feel the truth, as if a child really was there.
I rip off the cloth and look at the test.
POSITIVE
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I broke down.
Curled up into a ball and haven't moved since.
It may have been a few hours...maybe only minutes.
I can hear footsteps by me, someone sits down and pats my back.
"It'll be alright." I look up and stare into Emily's eyes.
"It can't be alright...I don't even know how this happened." I say choking out a sob.
"We can figure that out, the doctors tomorrow, I scheduled an appointment just now. It's at three....they'll tell you how far along and whatnot." Emily reassures calmly.
"Thanks...I don't know why the universe hates me so much" I say and sit up.
"My dads gonna kill me." I add in a daze.
How would I tell my parents?
"Just wait on telling them then, after we figure things out you can tell them." Emily says handing over chocolate, I take it willingly.
"Maybe I shouldn't..." I say full of thoughts.
"Shouldn't what?"
"Shouldn't be pregnant."I stand up and start pacing again.
"It would make it a whole lot easier." I add.
"You can't just 'not be pregnant'" Emily says with air quotes. "You made this mistake so don't think about terminating it." She says sharply.
"It wasn't ALL my fault." I mutter to myself.
"Oh yeah...I'm gonna kill Nathan." Emily says narrowing her eyes and choking one of her pillows.
"Nathan?!"
"Well yeah, who else."
"We didn't....uh..it's not his." I say quietly.
"What!? I thought for sure..." Emily bits her lip and thinks. "This is going to be hard to explain then..."
"I know." I sigh and sink down flat in my back on her bed.
"My life is over." I say shakily.
"But a knew one is begun, and is growing."
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Short chapter, sorry. I've been busy with Painted Red. Probably won't be about her chapter till November...sorry for that and the awfulness of this chapter,
Thanks for reading!
-Jovie
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