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The following Monday (2 days later)

I was trying to avoid Freddie. I know I couldn't forever, but at the moment it's what my mind chose to do.

I saw him yesterday, and he kept asking me if I took the pregnancy tests. I didn't, I kept stalling. I didn't want to. I know I'm not, so why bother going through the dramatic feeling of doing it?

Carly found me though.

"Are you avoiding Freddie?" She asked curiously, but frowning.

"No, why?" I told her.

"He said you were avoiding him." She said matter-of-factly.

I crossed my arms. I still know Carly doesn't know anything.

"I'm not mad at him."

Carly shrugged, then got off topic.

"You guys are in love, right?"

It threw me off guard a little.

"Yeah, you know that." I smiled. I do love Freddie. A lot.

"What's it like?" She asked.

"Huh?"

"Being in love."

"You've never… been in love? But you're Carly!" I threw my arms up.

She rolled her eyes, and shrugged again, "No. I don't think so-"

"Well you'd know if you have been in love. It feels different."

She nodded, "That's what the books say…" Oh, Carly. Reading her romance novels and watching dumb movies.

She continued, "But I've never been in love." She looked a little upset.

"It'll come, Carly." It was the best advice I had. For love anyway. I'm not the kind of person who would be give all this love advice and comfort. I make it quick and to the point.

Carly looked the other direction. "Oh, there's Freddie."

I frowned a little. I wanted to see him, but I didn't want to talk.

"Hi babe." I said as he walked up.

He walked up to my side, "Hey Sam." He kissed my cheek.

I leaned on his side.

"I've got to go ask Gibby something." Carly said and walked off.

Of course I knew what was coming.

"Take one yet?" He asked.

"Shut up."

He pulled me over to a corner where no one could hear or even bother to look at us.

"Why not?" He asked, more like he was begging.

"Freddie, listen. I'm not pregnant. There's no point of this dramatic stupidness. I don't want to be one of those teenage girls who have to be all dramatic and walk to get a pregnancy test. And it would be even dumber when there's no point, and it comes negative."

"Dramatic much?" He smirked, "That's why I got them for you." He started to take him backpack off.

"You didn't." HE was serious, "Freddie! You went to the pharmacy and got them."

I shook my head, and looked down.

He handed me a bag.

I shoved it back the same second and shook my head again. "Freddie, stop." I said quietly.

"What?"

"I don't - I don't want to!"

I'm 17. Taking a pregnancy test. I'm not doing it. This is stupid. I thought I would never have to do this. It's an awful feeling. I feel dirty, when I didn't need to be. It was pointless.

"Sam. I'm not trying to make it hard for you. I-really. It's better if you do. Please, please Sam look up."

His expression of surprise took me by surprise when I looked up.

"Sam," He walked up to me, "Don't cry. Please." It's like I was killing him. His face showed it. He wiped my tears.

"I don't want to put you through this. I don't mean to. I'm sorry."

I glared at him, "You have no idea how humiliating and dirty I feel having to do this, even though it's just us. I'm 17 and it's unnecessary because I'm not pregnant. You don't have an idea of how I feel." I hissed.

"I can imagine how you feel." He said sadly, "Don't torture yourself. You aren't dirty. Please, just get it over with. It will be done."

I was still angry, and my tears were still about to overflow from my eyes. I blinked them back, and walked past Freddie to my locker.

"I love you, Sam." Freddie said meaningfully. I believed him. That's why he was making me do this, of course. I knew it, but I still wish he wasn't.

I was stressing myself out. Way to much. I calmed myself by the time I was at my locker. I almost laughed to myself.

This is nothing. I'm not pregnant, so why should I be so dramatic. I just have to take a test, and laugh when it comes out negative. It will come out negative, I'm positive.

I was smiling by the time I opened my locker.

"Hi, Sam." Smirked a girl in my second period class. I didn't like her. I was told not to dislike someone unless they do something bad to you. Carly said that. Heather never necessarily do anything mean to me… but I still wasn't very fond of her, let's say.

I glanced at her, "Hi Heather."

Why was she talking to me now? Not her little gossip clique?

"Couldn't help but notice you were in tears with your little boyfriend over there."

"It's none of your business." I said, and put the paper bag in my locker.

"What's in the bag?" She asked.

"Nothing."

"Probably just the stuff he's giving back to you since you guys just broke up." She said, all snooty-like.

"We didn't break up." I told her.

"The tears, the stuff back… it has breakup written all over it." She put her hands on her hips.

I copied her, half mimicking her, half serious, "Listen you little-" I stopped myself. I really wasn't like that. "Shannon, I can honestly tell you we didn't break up. Have a nice day." I said in a fake sweet tone.

"Since you guys broke up, I guess Freddie's back on the market now."

Three seconds before I rip this chicks head off.

"GET LOST!" I said.

"What's in the bag, Sam?" She said, smiling sweetly but evily at the same time. I hate that. Why do these people exist?

"My lunch." I rolled my eyes, and slammed my locker.

She caught it before it shut, and grabbed the bag.

"Didn't break up, huh? Well let's see. I bet he gave you back your CD of "your song" or something. Or maybe a dumb bracelet with your name on it. She laughed, and reached into the bag.

I pushed her down. I didn't know what to do. But the bag flew, and spilt the tests all over the floor.

I froze. I didn't- I couldn't…

This couldn't be happening. This was over. I'm not pregnant, but to everyone else in the school I will be soon.

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