"...Fuck." The words slightly echoed in the high school bathroom. Good thing nobody else was in there, or she'd really be in deep shit. Not that she wasn't already.
Sixteen-year-old Christine sat in a stall, clutching a pregnancy test. To her extreme dismay, two lines had appeared on the test. She sighed and then thickly swallowed. Tears teased her eyes and began to rapidly fall. She attempted to choke back a sob. Pulling out her phone, she typed through blurry eyes, composing a text to Meg. I'm in trouble, it said, simply. She knew Meg didn't like to use her phone in class. She wouldn't see it until after school.
Christine slowly got herself together, or as together as she possibly could. It was third period and her english teacher didn't like it when students took long in the bathroom. Shoving the test into a somewhat hidden pocket in her backpack, she walked out, soon arriving at the classroom.
For the entire school day, her predicament was the only thing she could think about. Raoul stopped her in the hallway, telling her that she looks pale, and is she doing okay? She nodded and said today was just a rough day. No way in hell she'd tell him about this. Can you imagine?
The bell rang, signaling the end of the day. Finally. Christine made her way out of the classroom to her locker, shoving her books and homework into her backpack hurriedly. She'd have to find Erik before he left. She prayed he hadn't been quick and gone home today, as he wasn't one for hanging around after school. She tried to control her breathing as she walked through the halls. Her head was hung low and her shoulders were hunched, not typical for her. She liked to stand tall and proud.
Erik was still at his locker. Christine sighed, but this time it was in slight relief.
"Erik," she spoke. Her voice was low. You could tell she was trying very hard to keep it calm and calculated, hoping nobody would expect a thing. Erik closed the locker door gingerly and turned to look at her.
"Christine," he said jokingly. Christine's brow furrowed and once again, tears began to well. His slight smile turned into a face of concern. Before he could say anything, she took his hand and whisked him away to a quiet corner where no one would see the pair. Silently, she took off her backpack and unzipped it. After a minute or so, she pulled out the plastic test. She gulped as she handed it to him.
His face dropped as he looked at the object in his hand. Erik inhaled shakily before looking up and meeting her eye.
"Is it… Raoul's? Congratulations, I-" Christine cut him off.
"Me and Raoul haven't…" she made a vague gesture, "yet. We only got together 3 weeks ago. The party Jammes and Meg had last month, we both had a lot to drink, and…" she trailed off.
"Christine…" Erik said, a mix of feigned confusion and panic in his voice.
"It's yours," Christine said, her voice breaking.