I stopped at the drugstore on the way home. Mom wasn’t home yet, so I started right away.
20 minutes later I went back to the drugstore.
After the third test I finally couldn’t deny it any longer.
I was pregnant.
I was freaking pregnant.

I stared at the little plus, trying to make sense of it in my head. I couldn’t possibly… These past two years I’d been so careful! So careful!
I dropped my head into my hands.
Except for that one night.
That one, stupid night.
I let out a half-strangled sob. That night at the suckish party. In the car. Cooper.
Without thinking about it, I pulled out my phone. I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the call button.
I couldn’t do it.
I just couldn’t call him.
I scrolled down to the V’s.
“Hello?” Vaughn sounded shocked. He must have seen the caller ID. He knew it was me.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I began crying like I never had before.
Pregnant.
How could I be pregnant?