Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74710 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
I don’t know what we’ll do if this test comes back positive. But I doubt it. I don’t know why, but I have a feeling she’s just over reacting. I mean, this is Brooke. She can’t handle a teen pregnancy. Her mom would kill her and Maxen would deny they even dated.
Crap. We’re in trouble here.
I hurry back down to my car and pass Nate and Jesse on the way. My eyes lock on Nate as Jesse calls out. “Where are you-”
I cut him off as I hurry past them. “Can’t talk. Be back in a minute.”
Nate’s eyes follow me with curiosity but I don’t have the time to explain, nor would I. It’s none of his business. I jump into my car and peel out of the lot before racing down the street to the drug store.
I park out the front and hurry inside. Instant relief comes over me when I find only one other customer in the store. I’m even happier to find she’s at least eighty years of age and I’ve never met her in my life, meaning no rumors are coming from this little trip.
I scan the rows and grab a test before hurrying back to the counter. A moment later, I’m in my car rushing back to school. Once I park my car, I hide the test in my bag and fly out the door. I beeline for the bathroom while texting Brooke to meet me there.
I find the biggest stall and lock the door behind me before ripping the test out of my bag and pulling it apart. I carefully go over the instructions and make sure I know what we’re doing before she goes and pees on this thing.
My nerves begin to spike and only double when I hear Brooke’s voice. “Tora?” she whisper-yells through the bathroom.
I unlock the door and stick my head out. “Here,” I tell her.
She hurries down to me and barges her way into the stall before slamming the door behind her and flicking the lock.
I shove the test into her hand. “Here,” I say. “Pee on this and then wait for two minutes. It’s easy.”
She starts bouncing with nervous anticipation. “I don’t want to do this.”
“I don’t give a shit. Hurry up and do it. I don’t want to be late for Miller’s class.”
She groans and I turn around to give her a little privacy. I hear her peeing and try not to imagine her shoving the test between her legs. But let’s face it, I can’t. The mental image is way too strong.
A moment later, the toilet flushes and she stands beside me with the test in her hands. “I can’t look,” she says, trying to hand it to me.
I jump away from it. “I’m not touching that. You pissed all over it.”
“Shhhhh,” she scolds, pulling her arm back.
I roll my eyes and close the lid of the toilet before sitting down. “Now all we have to do is wait.”
“I know,” she sighs. “That’s the worst part.”
“Not peeing all over your hands?”
“For the record, I didn’t get any pee on my hands.”
I give her a cheesy grin. “I’m so very happy for you.”
She nods her head as her eyes anxiously flick down to the test. “Tell me something to distract me,” she says. “This waiting game is making me crazy.”
“Ok. Like what?”
“I don’t know. Something juicy.”
I let out a sigh. “After annihilating myself on Friday night, I woke up in the grass spooning Jesse while he had a handful of boob.”
“What?” she laughs, doubling over and wiping the tears that spring to her eyes. “That’s hilarious.”
“That’s not even the best part,” I tell her. “Nate dropped my car home and saw us.”
“Oh, shit,” she chuckles, holding her stomach. “What did he say?”
“I haven’t talked to him yet, but he sucker punched Jess.”
“I bet he did,” she says as we hear the bell ringing. Her eyes widen, realizing we need to hurry this shit up. “Check it,” she tells me.
I get up from the closed toilet and walk forward. “Has it been two minutes?”
“I don’t care. Just check.”
“Ok,” I say. I look down at the test and take it in before grabbing the instructions and double checking what only one line means. Relief surges through me as I work out the answer. I channel my inner Dr. Phil. “When it comes to the fetus of Brooke and Maxen; Brooke, you are not the mother.”
“Holy shit,” she sighs in relief. “Are you sure?”
“Yep,” I tell her. “You’re not pregnant.”
“Oh, thank god,” she says, throwing her arms around me. “I’m so relieved.”
“I bet,” I laugh. “Now, hurry up. We need to get to class.”
Her eyes widen. “Crap.”
We hurry out of the stall and Brooke grabs a shitload of paper towels and wraps up the test before jamming it deep into the trash. Though, I guess it really doesn’t matter if someone finds it. Hundreds of girls use this bathroom every day. No one will know whose test it is. We quickly wash our hands and fly out of the bathroom into the chaos of students trying to get to class.