Girl Who Cried Wolf

Things I'm Good At: Fucking Up

It wasn't exactly fun doing her plan. She had to wait through six hours of school just to pick up the damn pregnancy test. And she really got a lot of shit for it.

She parked her car outside and told Tracey and Kassandra she was going to pick up some snacks and went inside, she grabbed a bag of chips to be inconspicuous and made her way over to the aisle she was waiting for. A woman looked her up and down when she picked up the test, she was also picking up the test, but much more proudly. She had a right to, she was in her twenties.

She got to the counter and frowned when she noticed it was a guy at the counter. Even worse, she recognized said guy. It was Kash. She didn't know he worked here. If he sees her buying this, the whole school will know in an hour. She looked back at the aisle and considered putting the test back and coming back when Kash's shift was over. But Kash already saw her.

"You had to show up on my shift? What, you have a crush on me?" He winked. Tyla rolled her eyes and placed her two items on the counter.

"Don't flatter yourself," she said absentmindedly, she grabbed a packet of cigarettes from the shelves on the counter. She would need them.

Kash had no problem with the chips, but then he saw the pregnancy test and the cigarettes and he hesitated for a full second. Tyla didn't know a second could go on that long.

"Karma," Kash picked up the test and waved it around. "Who's the dad? Or do you not know? You do see a lot of men, could be anyone really."

"I know who the dad is. Or would be, I don't know that I'm pregnant," Tyla rushed to defend herself. Kash scanned the test then picked up the cigarette box.

"You wanna kill your baby and yourself, this is the way to do it," he waved around the box. It seemed like he wanted every person in the gas station to know how big of a gigantic fuck up Tyla is.

"Shut up, Kash," Tyla hissed and snatched the bag from Kash's hands.

"Is that the best you got?" Kash laughed but Tyla didn't answer, she walked out of that store, feeling impossibly worse than she did when she walked in.

"What did you get?" Tracey asked and ripped the bag out of Tyla's hands before she could stop him. He dumped out the contents onto the backseat. The pregnancy test and cigarette box painfully visable.

"Tyla, what's this for?" Kassandra asked slowly, picking up the pregnancy test. Tyla struggled to breathe, she turned away from both of them and started the car.

"It's right there in the name," she snapped, but she still didn't look at Kassandra, wordlessly using driving as an excuse. It hopefully would make this conversation easier.

"Since when are you pregnant?!"

"Since I don't know! What do you think the test is for? I don't even know if I'm actually pregnant. I just know that I threw up this morning, I haven't had 'my time of the month' this month, and-"

"-and you had sex," Tracey interupted. Tyla looked at him then. "With who?"

"None of your buisness."

"Will it be my buisness when I find out I'm going to be a uncle at 15?"

"No," Tyla snapped. Tracey has a knack for diggin' up in sensitive zones. It seemed to be his favorite pass time.

"Will you tell him it's his baby?" Kassandra asked in a much softer voice.

"Yeah, I think he'd ask anyway, but I don't want to think about that because hopefully, I'm not even pregnant and everything would be fine and dandy."

"Except for the cigarettes." Tracey brought up. "When are we going to talk about this? You smoke, you drink, you do drugs! Tyla, you gotta know that's not good for you."