Head in the Clouds

•Chapter 3•

•••Chapter 3•••

•••Cammy's Mistake•••

I thought I liked Saturdays. No school, no plans, just a whole day to relax with friends and do whatever you wanted.

Not after today...

It all started at 6:00 am when my phone chimed. I hit ignore and fell asleep. I was driving off again when I heard the voicemail tone.

"Gahhhhhhh, leave me alone!" I growl.

No sooner have I finished whining at my phone when it starts ringing again. So I decide to pick it up, mostly in order to make whoever it is shut up.

"Hello? This is Ashlynn," I yawn.

"Ash?" I recognize Cammy's voice immediately. "It's me. I really need to talk," she whispers. Normally I would have told her to go calm the hell down and let me sleep, but there is a tone of urgency I've never heard in even Cammy's voice.

"What's wrong, Cam?"

Silence.

"Cammy. I know there's something going on. Otherwise you wouldn't be stupid enough to call me so early."

There's a gulp on the other line. "You have to promise not to tell."

"Cammy, c'mon. I'm not gonna go telling people stuff about you. You know that."

"Okay. It's that. I-" she pauses and takes a deep breath. "Can you help me? I'm late and I want to... Oh my god my parents are going to kill me!"

I stop for a minute to process and all too soon, a familiar crease forms across my forehead. "You think you're... pregnant."

"Ummm yeah..." Cammy stammers." I really need you to come with me to buy a test. I have no idea what to do."

"First off, who were you with that..." My voice trails off, unwilling to finish the question.

"Jensen."

I pause, unsure how to react. I'm surprised, although I know I shouldn't be. "Cammy, I say, "Someone's going to find out if you are."

"I don't know, Ash. Not if I'm not pregnant." Cammy whispers, trying to sound hopeful. " Can you pick me up to go to the drugstore? I can't ask my parents..."

"Fine." I hold back a groan. "See you in twenty minutes.

Once I hang up the phone, I really do groan. Cammy. Of course. Always in trouble for stupid things. But twenty minutes later I'm cruising over to Cammy's house in my car.

I pull up to her driveway and she climbs in. "Oh, I don't know what I'm going to do."

Quite frankly, neither do I. But like a good friend, I keep my mouth shut and drive Cammy to the store.

Careful to make sure nobody we know is there, we go inside and purchase a pregnancy test kit. We drive back to Jen's house after Cammy calls her to ask for her moral support and finding out that her parents aren't home.

Jen and I shoot each other a worried and slightly annoyed look as Cammy steps out of the bathroom holding what looks like an oddly shaped pen. We anxiously wait fifteen minutes, to read it. We probably could before that, but Cammy won't peek at it, much less allow me or Jen to.

And on the count of three, Cammy flips it over and gasps. When I see two little pink lines, that's what I do, too.