[OK, so this chapter is in Olive's POV until I say different, so yea. I may not update much now, because I have school, but I'll write as much as I can.

Also, if you read PregnANTcy, this chapter will be a bit like that.]

I sat in my room Sunday afternoon, the day after the party. After my little conversation with Chyna, I walked home and snuck into my room. Now I'm contemplating the best way to ask my parents if they can drive me to CVS to get some pregnancy tests.

I grabbed my iPod and turned it on. I put my music on shuffle and put the ear buds in my ears.

Can't let one bad thing go and crush your ways; you got your epic wins 364 days

I chucked my iPod at the wall. Ok, Ross. Tell me that after you sleep with your best friend's boyfriend.

I slowly walked into the family room. My mom was reading. I tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped.

"Oh, honey, you scared me! What do you need?"

I sighed. "Can you drive me to the drug store?"

"Sure! Or I can just get you what you want."

I shook my head violently. "No! I just need you to drive me there. You don't even have to go in."

"OK, then."

Ten minutes later I was at the check-out counter of CVS with a box of pregnancy tests in my hand. The extremely large, extremely southern woman behind the counter was staring at me like I was a dissected frog.

"This yours?" I nodded. "Teens..."

I scuffed my feet sheepishly until she handed me my bag. I bolted out the door.

"What'd you get, honey?" my mom asked when I climbed in the backseat of her car. "And why aren't you sitting up front?"

I didn't answer either of her questions and stayed quiet the whole ride home.

{ANT Farm}

I had mixed feelings walking into the ANT Farm Monday morning. I was happy that I decided to stop being slutty. My knee length skirt felt really nice. I was more elated, however, that I didn't have to tell Fletcher I was hosting a junior Quimby.

However, I still had to face my fellow classmates. I had only been in the school five minutes and had already been called things like, "Not-So-Virgin Olive Oil" and "House-wrecker".

So I headed to my usual spot in the corner of the ANT Farm at the computer.

Then Fletcher walked over.

"You were sober." Seriously, dude. I've had this conversation with everyone already. Can I just do SOMETHING in peace?

"Yea." Silence. "Where's Chyna?" I hadn't seen her that day.

Fletcher pointed to the sound booth in the back. I opened it up and joined my friend.

"I slept with your boyfriend," I said. Chyna looked at me. "And I can't tell you how sorry I am."

"And I can't tell you how many times I've heard you say this to me."

"I know I could apologize all day, and it won't make things better, but I'll try."

"He's not my boyfriend." Chyna looked me square in the eye. "I dumped him."

"Why?" I asked, but as soon as I said it I knew it was a stupid question. Chyna knew too, or just didn't feel like responding.

"Are you pregnant?" she asked after a moment of no sound.

"No."

"That's good. Do your parents know what happened?"

"No."

"That's good."

"Is it?"

"I guess."

I opened the door to leave the sound booth, but Chyna grabbed my arm to stop me.

"I lied," she said. "He dumped me."

"Why?" That wasn't a stupid question.

"You ask him."

And so I left the sound booth.

[OK, so, why did Fletcher dump Chyna? Seriously, I want to know. I'm lost. What do you think?]