Disclaimer: I don't own the characters just their thoughts and actions.
Quinn sat in her car parked outside the local gas station. It was shameful enough having to buy the dreaded pink box when she was only 16, while the cashier gave her that look that said you should have been raised better. But to have the little plus sign appear, no girl her age ever wanted to see that. So there she sat in her car completely silent, staring at nothing while the storm raged in her head.
There was no way she could tell him. They weren't even in a relationship. In fact, he was the best friend of her current boyfriend. All that time spent as president of the Celibacy Club quickly washed away one drunken night when she felt fat. Why had she let things get so out of control? It wasn't that she didn't want to, but believing that "don't worry, trust me" was a reasonable birth control plan was completely foolish. He would say that he'd be there for her and support her through it all, but she knew at the first sign of trouble he would be gone. That was just the way he was and she certainly didn't hate him for that, she hated herself for letting him in.
She wouldn't tell her friends either. The looks she would get would be worse than the snooty cashier's. She could already imagine the names she would get called as she walked down the halls. Of course it would happen, for it was the same with the other two unfortunate girls at her school. Plus there was no way she could stay on the Cheerios with a balloon in her stomach. She had time to decide, it would be at least a few months before she would start showing, but putting it off for later was too daunting.
Her parents must never find out. They would definitely kick her out the house. Not only were they strict Catholics, but they held their daughter to the upmost standards. They would be furious at best, but perhaps when they calmed down they could be reasoned with. After all, they loved their daughter and she knew that, but could she bear to have them no longer look at her with pride. The thought of them being humiliated because of her mistake was too much for her to handle. Clearly, she would not be the only one suffering.
There was a clinic three blocks away. Sure it would cost money, but it would fix the problem. She probably had enough saved up from her summer job to cover it, and no one would ever have to know. No awkward confrontations with the guy, no whispers behind her back from her friends, and she could still come home to parents who were proud of her. She knew what she had to do, for there really was no other option.
Her parents' house was to the right, the clinic to the left. Quinn started the engine and turned up her favorite song while pulling to the edge of the road. She was still young and had so much to offer this world. As she turned left, she never once thought about what the baby could offer her.