There are days when being able to read minds is not a blessing.
I run a hand through my short, spiky brunette hair, trying to tune out the girl's thoughts behind me on the bus. She just found out she is pregnant, and she's panicking.
Images of a positive pregnancy test, an older couple, and some steamy bedroom scenes with a blonde guy swirl chaotically in her head. My parents are going to kill me, and Michael will leave me… Maybe I should just take care of it before anyone finds out…
Ugh. I hate getting involved in this shit.
I turn around and look the girl in the eyes. She's young, maybe sixteen or seventeen, and scared stupid. My glare is not helping her relax.
"You could always give the baby up for adoption," I say quietly. She flinches.
"How—"
"You were muttering out loud." Sometimes a lie is much more convenient than the truth.
"You don't think I should get an abortion?" she asks it almost hopefully. Geez, she's naïve.
"I think it's a big decision, and one you'll have to live with for the rest of your life."
She nods shakily and starts to speak again as the bus lurches to a stop.
"But what—"
"I'm sorry," I interrupt her. "This is my stop."
I hurry off before she can ask me anything else. I try not to poke my nose in other people's business, to be honest, but it isn't always easy with idiots like that girl.
I straighten my shoulders and stride purposefully into the Central City police station.
