"Jake," she breaths. Her voice is pleading, urgent. I lift my eyes to her as she says, "I'm pregnant." I feel my heart skid in my chest. This has to be a joke. I look at Samantha-the girl who makes me feel conflicted in every possible way. Her beautiful blue gray eyes are glassy and filled with fear. I want to believe she's lying but I'm also certain: I didn't get her in this situation.