"Hey, I'm stopping at a drug store to grab some 5 Hour Energies," Spencer said into her phone as she walked into a Rite Aid. "Do you need anything?"
"Um, why are you getting five hour energies?" laughed Aria on the other end. "You already drink enough coffee in a week to stock Starbucks."
"I don't know," said Spencer, grabbing a shopping bin. "I've just been getting so tired lately. I have no idea why."
"Something going on?" asked Aria, concerned.
"I'm not sleeping well," admitted Spencer as she strolled down the aisle. "It's just stress, I think."
"Something going on?" Spencer shrugged, but then realized that Aria couldn't see it over the phone. "Spence, I'm kind of worried about you. You get really tired suddenly, and you've stopped eating-"
"That's because I think I'm getting sick," interjected Spencer. "I've just been feeling kind of queasy lately."
"Maybe you should see a doctor," suggested Aria. "I can take you if you need to."
"Aria, I'm fine. I can call Wren if I need to."
"Are you sure? We can just cut school tomorrow."
"Aria, no way. You have missed too much school already, and I'm perfectly fine. Just stressed. But speaking of which, are you really behind on homework still?" asked Spencer as she tossed a six pack of energy shots into her bin.
"Spence, I've been back for a week. I've caught up." Aria was drowning in missed work after being out of school for so long, but teachers were giving her a break because they knew she was so, so sick.
"Does that mean you'd be willing to meet with that therapist I told you about?"
Spencer could hear Aria sighing loudly into the other end of the phone. "Yeah, because going to a therapist worked SO WELL the last time. Make sure you tell Dr. Sullivan what a huge help she's been, getting kidnapped and blackmailed by Mona."
"This one's different," insisted Spencer. "This is a doctor who specializes in teen depression and suicide."
"Spence, I'm not depressed and you know it," Aria said into the phone. "I'm being stalked. I don't think that happy therapist who teaches me how to meditate will help that."
Oh, the irony, Spencer thought to herself. I'm not allowed to worry about her killing herself, but she's allowed to worry about my virus. When did I suddenly become the one who needs caring for, when she tried to swallow a bottle of pills?
"Are you sure?" asked Spencer. "It might help just to have someone to talk to."
Aria sighed into to phone again. "Spence," she began, "I love you, and I love that you care about me enough to want to help me. But I don't think it will really help anymore than a Whitman's Sampler."
"Five guesses to what you want me to buy," joked Spencer as she walked over to the candy aisle. "Whitman's Sampler you said?"
"Yes pleeasseee," giggled Aria. "I'm dying for chocolate. On a similar subject, can you also grab me a box of tampons? I'm almost out."
"Sure," said Spencer. "I'll see you at home, 'kay?"
"Yup. Seen you soon."
Spencer went to grab a box of tampons, but her hand froze in mid air just before she touched one.
Holy fuck.
Grabbing them for Aria had just reminded her of something, something important. She dropped her shopping bin, not caring that its contents were rolling across the floor, and dug through her purse frantically until she found what she was look for: her calendar.
Spencer furiously flipped through the pages of her weekly planner until she found what she was looking for: the date of her last period. She quickly counted the days that had passed until today. She counted them once, twice, three times. Then again, just to be sure. Then another time, in case she counted wrong. Then again, just to be POSITIVE.
NO. It CAN'T be.
Spencer felt her heart slow down. Her palms started sweating, and suddenly she was very, very cold. "Oh God," she whispered softly, not believing. "Oh. . . GOD."
She leapt to her feet and sprinted through the aisle of the drug store, unable to find what she was looking for. Days later, she would feel embarrassed of what she was about to do and how bold she would be, but at that moment, shame didn't even register as she walked up to the first employee she could find and asking, "Excuse me? Where can I buy a pregnancy test?"
Spencer sat down on the lip of the bathtub, her hand shaking so badly she thought she might drop her pregnancy test on the floor. Only 60 seconds had passed, and she knew she needed to wait a full two minutes before reading the test. But the tension of waiting was killing her.
Her knees were bouncing up and down while she stared at the little white stick. She couldn't be pregnant. She couldn't. She wasn't the kind of girl who got pregnant. Stacy Kowalski in her biology class, with her tight tank tops and thick eyeliner and bruises on her shoulders. That was the kind of girl who got pregnant.
Not girls like her. Not girls with lawyers for parents, who took all AP classes, who played two seasons of sports, who had a best friend who loved her. Not girls who had two equally beautiful guys both lusting over her. Not girls like her.
"Spence? You in there?" Spencer could hear Aria knocking on the door loudly.
Damn, thought Spencer, that girl actually has the worst timing in the world. "One sec," said Spencer. "I'll be out a few."
30 more seconds. Spencer tried not to lose it, but every part of her was shaking now. If she was pregnant, everything would change. If she was pregnant, her parents would DISOWN her. If she was pregnant, no one would love her anymore. If she was pregnant, her life would be over.
"Spence, I gotta pee!" Aria yelled, knocking on the door angrily. "Hurry up!"
'ONE SECOND, ARIA!" Spencer yelled back. She check her watch. There were ten seconds left. Ten seconds left before she would know.
Then seven seconds. Then six. Then five, four, three, two, one. Spencer closed and her eyes and took a deep breath before looking down at the little white stick.
The bright red plus sign couldn't have been more exact.
Spencer let out a loud half scream, half gasp. "No," she cried, forgetting that Aria was right outside the door. "NO!" She started crying hysterically as she stared at the little red positive sign. She thought that the longer she stared, the better chance it had of disappearing.
But it didn't. It didn't go away. That little red positive sign stayed there. "No," Spencer cried again. "No, no, no."
"Spencer?" yelled Aria from the other side of the door. "What's wrong?" Spencer didn't respond through her tears. She couldn't even hear Aria's frantic calls. She couldn't even hear anything over the ringing in her ears.
Aria grabbed a bobby pin from her hair and picked the lock on the bathroom door as fast as she could. Soon, she was able to fling open to the door to see Spencer bawling her eyes out, sitting on the lip of the tub.
Spencer was so surprised to see Aria there that she dropped the little white stick. It went clattering across the floor, skidding to a stop a foot in front of Aria. Aria looked down at the floor, looking at the little red plus sign on the test. Then, her head shot up towards Spencer.
For a very long moment, Aria and Spencer just stared at each other, not knowing what came next. Neither knew what the procedure was; neither knew how to move forward. But when that moment was over, Aria did the only thing that she knew was right: she walked over to Spencer, arms outstretched.
"Oh, Spencer," Aria whispered as Spencer stood up and collapsed into Aria's arms. She may have been almost half a foot smaller than Spencer, but as Spencer always said, Aria was little, but she was big.
"It's okay," Aria said rubbing Spencer's back while she sobbed. "I'm here. It's okay. I understand." She didn't understand, though. She didn't understand how, Spencer, her constant rock, could get this far off track. How this could have happened to her- well, to her best friend. But it was going to happen to Aria too.
"I understand," Aria insisted, holding Spencer close. "You're parents will understand. He'll understand."
He'll understand.
"Oh God," Spencer gasped into Aria's shoulder, unable to breath for a few seconds. Everything froze, and the world felt like it was slamming into her like a title wave. Spencer stopped crying for a moment, too shocked to keep going.
"Spence?" whispered Aria, completely confused. But Spencer didn't hear her.
Aria's words set something off in Spence, something inside of her that broke at the realization: she had slept with two boys. Two beautiful, loving, handsome boys. Two boys whom she loved.
Two boys. She had slept with two boys.
Suddenly, Spencer let out another loud scream- a WAIL. "Shhhh," whispered Aria, trying to hold Spencer tightly. "It's okay."
But it wasn't. It wasn't okay. Spencer was pregnant, and she had slept with two different boys. She was pregnant, and she had no idea who the father was.
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