Chapter One: Test
Harper
"No!" I screeched to myself. "This cannot be happening!"
My name was Harper. I was nineteen and I thought I might have been p…pre…
I was home alone, so thankfully nobody had heard me.
And nobody knew what I was doing.
I went to the drug store, found what I was looking for, and paid.
The clerk was surprised and she froze for a minute, but then she relaxed.
"That'll be twelve-sixty," she told me.
I handed over the money and went home.
I got out the box.
According to the instructions, besides the obvious, if I was pregnant a little blue line would appear.
I took a deep breath and used the test.
When I looked down, I saw the blue line.
Oh. My. God.
And I knew who the father would be. The father would be my boyfriend and the brother of my best friend Alex.
The father was Justin Russo.
Keep your cool, Harper, I told myself. These are sometimes inaccurate. Just take another one.
I took another one. Another line.
I took a third one. There was a third blue line.
Right when I was about to let out a scream, I heard my parents coming home. I raced to my room, shoved all the tests way into the back of my closet, and tried to act normally.
I decided that I couldn't just keep bottling up my emotions, so I returned to my room, picked up the phone, and called the Russos.
"Hi, Harper," chirped Teresa. (A/N: Yes, I know it's actually Theresa, but I prefer to spell it Teresa. Teresa was my grandmother's name.)
"Hi," I answered. "Can I talk to Alex? Right now?"
"Sure."
About ten seconds later, she came to the phone.
"Hello?"
"Alex, I'm pregnant," I blurted.
Alex said nothing for another few seconds.
"I'm in my room with the cordless phone," she whispered. "They can't hear now. Are you sure you're really having a baby?"
"Yeah," I replied. "Three positive pregnancy tests."
I broke down crying.
"It's ok," she consoled. "So, is it Justin's?"
"It is," I whimpered. "But please, don't tell him."
"I won't," she promised.
I cried and Alex comforted me. We talked until it was almost time for dinner.