The nurse at Planned Parenthood just nodded at me. I felt a shaky feeling deep down in my soul.

Why didn't I listen to Lucy? Why didn't I use to methods of birth control? Why did we only use condoms?

I sat up and just said a plain thank you. I got dressed and left the private room.

"Ma'am, have a nice day," the receptionist said.

I gave her a wan smile and opened the exit door.

As I stepped outside, the brightness of the sun blinded me for a second. I started walking around recklessly. My mind was filled with dread.

How do I tell David? How do I tell my parents? How do I tell David's parents? was all I could think of.

I sat down at the subway bus and waited for the next bus, due in ten minutes flat. There was always abortion. And adoption. But the gossip… The magazines would surely find out sooner or later. And it would be all over the tabloids.
I could just picture it: "A Little Bit More Than Love" and other mean and intrusive head lines. David would be, like, the first First Son to ever get his girlfriend pregnant.

Oooh, I'm so dead.

The bus came. I got in, and sat down next to a kind of old lady.

"Hey, you're that girl that saved the president, aren't you?" she said with her face in recognition.

"Yeah," I mumbled. I didn't care if everyone started piling up on top of me, kissing me from head to toe. I was too much in shock and way too scared to care.

"What's the matter?" the lady leaned in, as if I were sharing a secret. She probably doesn't even care. She just wants some gossip about my personal life.

"Nothing," I mumbled again. I put on my headphones and attempted to read a book we were reading in English. The lady just huffed in disgust for my rudeness and turned the other way.

Now she can gossip that I'm not a nice person.

Tears started spilling down my face. My vision was blurring, so I closed that stupid book ad just started crying. Everyone was looking at me. As any natural redhead, I started blushing.

The train came to a halt and I got off.
I got into my house, hoping no one would be home. Much to my dismay, Lucy was in the kitchen.

"Weren't you supposed to be with Harold today?" I asked, hoping my voice wouldn't croak.

Harold and Lucy had hooked up after Lucy re-took her SATs and got a good result.

"He just dropped me off. He's the sweetest guy ever. I'm so glad high school is over! Now we don't have to deal with everyone saying why is she going out with that loser and all of that," Lucy was sparkling in joy.

"I'm happy for you," I said. My head dropped and I went for the refrigerator for some water.

"What's the matter, Sam?" Lucy asked, sitting down on the counter top.

"Nothing," I said softly.

She frowned. "I know when something's the matter. Now, what's wrong?"

"I'm pregnant with David's baby," I said. The words just spilled out.

Lucy was too stunned to speak. She just stood there for a second.

"Oh.My.God." she finally said.