Now she stood in front of the mirror, her heart pounding like crazy.
"Betty, are you ready to go?" Her mother called from the living room. "The doctor's appointment is at two and we simply cannot be late! I swear Betty, if you hadn't been… so careless and fooled around with that hoodlum, we wouldn't even have to go to this appointment!"
"Coming Ma, just a second!" Rizzo yelled, choosing to ignore her mother's lecture. She'd heard it several times already and she wished she had never told her mother about her missed period. But it was too late now. As she trudged down the stairs, she had no idea what was in store for her (except more of her mother's never-ending lecture), but she knew that this appoint couldn't go well. There was no other way. And when they arrived, her suspicions were confirmed.
Even as they waited in the dull, cold waiting room, it didn't stop her mother from continuing her lecture from the beginning about being a good girl and about how furious her father would be when he found out; especially if the pregnancy test turned out to be positive... she didn't even want to think about it. But she'd be grounded until she was 25.
The actual doctor's visit was even more agonizing, made worse by the fact that her mother insisted on being in the room while the doctor poked, prodded and inserted instruments that Rizzo had never seen before. And then came another lecture, this time from her doctor about the value of protecting one's body from uncontrollable urges. If this was what pregnant women had to go through, she wasn't sure she wanted any part of it.
And then there was the waiting….
When she'd told Kenicki that she had missed her period, he seemed annoyed that she hadn't called him. The pig. He probably wanted to gloat to all of his friends about how he'd gotten the leader of the Pink Ladies pregnant and it was a testament to his manhood. Well that's where he'd be wrong. He wasn't all that great. She sighed at the silent lie. He was more than great. He was the best she'd ever had.
"Hey, I don't run away from my mistakes." He'd said.
Sure you don't. She replied silently. And she didn't expect him to help her anyway. Why should he? Suddenly feeling tough she gave him the answer that she knew would hurt him.
"Don't worry about it, Kenicki. It was somebody else's mistake."
It was a lie of course, but she felt bitterness toward him that she just couldn't explain. And the hurt expression on his face gave her a sense of satisfaction, however small.
It served him right after what he had done. Didn't he have any respect for her at all? Couldn't he have at least suggested that they use birth control before having his way with her in his car? Well, it was too late now. She didn't need the opinion of some annoying doctor. She was definitely pregnant. She could feel it.