Jay waited outside the washroom every day between classes for Emma, his heart sank for the girl when she walked out of the bathroom and shook her head. She was only fifteen and that asshole was thirty-one he should've known. Maybe he was just one of those psycho perverts. Emma even told him about the guy she talked to on the Internet in Grade 7.
Finally, Emma couldn't wait any longer. She decided to buy a pregnancy test but she had Jay drive out of Toronto to a pharmacy. "Ok," he said, holding up two boxes. "Dip in a cup or pee on a stick." (A/N: Sorry I had to quote How To Deal here!)
"Shut up," she hissed and grabbed the "pee in a cup" one as he liked to call it.
He drove her back home and Emma checked if anyone was home before letting him in. He sat outside the bathroom while she did what the box said. Jay held her hand until the timer rang.
"Look for me," she said.
Jay walked into the bathroom and picked up the stick and the box. "Well?" Emma asked from the door. Jay tossed it in the garbage. "These stupid things are always wrong."
Emma started crying. "Not this time," she said. "I'm pregnant."
Jay looked at her and he reached out and pulled her toward him and let her cry on him. He brushed her hair.
"What's going on?" Spike asked, making Emma jump. She saw the pregnancy test box and the cup of urine. She dropped the bag she was carrying from the mall on the floor and covered her mouth. "Oh, Emma."
