I hope you are all enjoying this so far! I personally really love this concept and this is definitely one I want to finish. And we all know how bad I am at finishing things haha!

The face claim for Faith McGregor is Gracie Gillam and the face claim for Drew McGregor is Matthew Lillard.

Enjoy!

It wasn't long until December came and went. Winter break was not super eventful for Faith. She and her dad had spent the holidays with their family back in Los Angeles, something that always remained a tradition even when they moved to Beacon Hills. Often it was a small and low-key visit, she and her dad only spending time with her grandparents, but that was okay with Faith. She wasn't one for huge gatherings and socializing anyway. Just spending time with her loved ones was all she needed to be content.

Sometimes Faith missed living in Los Angeles whenever they went down there to visit. She missed the warm weather, the beach, her grandparents. Most of all, she missed her old friends. Granted she didn't have much more than she did now, but at least she was enrolled in a performing arts school and was with other pupils that shared the same interests as her. It was easier for Faith to connect with people in Los Angeles than at her new home. Beacon Hills was more well known for its sports rather than the arts. How typical for a standard high school. But they did have an arts department so Faith couldn't really complain much. She was friendly with a few people, though she didn't want to distract herself from her music and reaching towards her dream of going to Juilliard. Having Isaac in her life was all of the friendship that she could ask for.

Well, she used to have Isaac. But as if life had it out for her, Faith ended up losing him, too.

Staying true to his word, the Monday after the night the two shared deep in the preserve, Isaac did leave for France with Allison's father. Faith still thought it was such an odd thing, but who was she to talk him out of leaving? As much as she wanted to beg her friend to stay here in Beacon Hills with her, she couldn't do that to Isaac. His happiness was priority to Faith, even if that meant her being left behind. They also never contacted each other again afterwards either. Maybe that was for the best. Isaac needed to move on from this place and if anything, it gave the raven-haired girl the push she also needed to move on from him as well. She even went as far as blocking his number from her phone.

Now it was time to move onward and upward. Today was the first day back to school from winter break and Faith needed to stay focused. Normally at six in the morning she would have jumped out of bed as soon as her alarm went off to get a head start on her day. Even though she went to bed at a decent time the night before, Faith just could not get a good night's sleep for the life of her. All night she kept tossing and turning due to discomfort in her abdomen. Was it because of first day back jitters? No, that couldn't be it. There was no reason for her to be nervous about stepping foot in Beacon Hills High anymore, even though Faith wasn't necessarily thrilled about it either.

Then she remembered that her period was supposed to have started today. Peering underneath her covers, Faith noticed that her sheets and underwear were both stain-free. Huh. Interesting. Usually her period presented itself when she was asleep but right now, nothing. Perhaps it will come later on today. Oh, well. Faith had procrastinated for a minute too long and was ready to finally get her ass out of bed.

Being smart, Faith had showered the night before to avoid getting up earlier than she needed to so all she had to do was make herself look decent. She wasn't one to plan on an outfit ahead of time and didn't like to spend hours on her hair and makeup. Her style was more for comfort than for trendy so it was easy for her to just throw on whatever was clean and be perfectly happy with herself. After pulling her choices out of her closet, Faith ridded her old t-shirt and got dressed in a pair of worn jeans, followed by a simple white shirt and an oversized cardigan. She then decided to just forgo putting in her contact lenses and settled for sliding on her thick-rimmed glasses. It took her a few minutes to decide on whether to leave her thick and wavy black hair down or put it up. In the end, Faith chose to brush it and leave it down, but kept a hair tie around her wrist since she knew better that she was going to end up messing with it at some point throughout the day.

The clock read 7:03 when Faith finished lacing up her shoes and was good and ready for the day. She supposed there was enough time to grab something small to eat downstairs so she picked up her backpack and violin case and walked out of her room. When she reached the bottom steps, she saw her dad standing at the kitchen counter, brewing up a fresh pot of coffee. His business attire was much more professional than his daughter's, appropriate for heading into his office for the day instead of the construction site that he often had to oversee. His job was the reason he and Faith had moved out to Beacon Hills two years ago. It was an incredible opportunity to be higher up in the construction industry and the pay increase was just too sweet of a deal to pass up. How could Faith fault him for that? All she wanted was nothing but the absolute best for her dad, being the most important person in her life.

"Morning," Faith greeted, setting her stuff on the kitchen table before heading to the pantry.

"Hey there, kiddo," her dad, Drew, smiled at his daughter, "You get enough sleep last night?"

"You know me," Faith told him, "I could never get enough sleep."

"And that's what happens when you stay up till midnight watching bootleg musicals on the internet… again," Drew teased.

Faith poured milk into her bowl of Cocoa Krispies and shrugged. "Well, who am I to stray away from my nightly routine?" She leaned against the kitchen counter as she chomped on her cereal. "Someone's looking sharp today. You would think that you're a boss man or something."

"Or something," Drew chuckled, "But, no, we're closing on a deal today for remodeling that bank. So I gotta dress the part so I look like I know what I'm doing."

"Fake it till you make it. Smart tactic, Dad."

"I try my best, kiddo." He poured coffee into his thermos and took a sip. "You ready for your first day back?"

"Sure, I guess."

One of Drew's eyebrows rose. "You guess?"

"Yeah, I mean, it's not I'm walking into unfamiliar territory here," Faith shrugged, "It's the same routine as always- go to school, do my work, keep my head down, come home, rinse and repeat. Plain and simple."

"It wouldn't kill you to make some friends and have a little fun for once, Faith. You've been here for two years, after all."

"What are you talking about?" Faith questioned, "I have friends."

"Your music teacher doesn't count," Drew countered. He let out a sigh. "I know you were pretty bummed about Isaac leaving for France. But that shouldn't stop you from putting yourself out there. You're too young to not enjoy life, Faith."

Here they go again- the same conversation they always had about once a month. That was the one repetitive thing in her life that the raven-haired girl did not enjoy. Faith had heard it all before about how much of a loner she was. Her dad never put it in those exact words, however. But he didn't need to. The intent was always there.

In a way, Faith understood the concern. After all, all her life it had just been Drew and her. Faith was born via surrogate so she never had a mother growing up. That never bothered her since she and her dad had always been so close. And she was perfectly happy with the way things were. Sometimes it did get a little lonely whenever Faith roamed the hallways at school, seeing everyone broken off into their cliques and eavesdropping on conversations about the rad parties that had happened over the weekend. There were moments where she wondered what it was like to feel included in something, whether it was slumber parties, hanging out at the mall after school, or even just having lunch in the cafeteria. You know, the normal teenager things.

As for the whole Isaac thing… well, Faith didn't know what to think of the whole ordeal. She didn't even know why the boy was still on her mind anymore. Isaac left. That was his choice, which was fine. And Faith's choice now was to no longer pine over him and torture herself about not fighting for him to stay and telling him how she truly felt about him. The mature thing for her to do was to keep her chin up.

"Friends are overrated," Faith finally said as she put her now empty bowl in the sink, "Besides, once I'm off to New York after I graduate, I don't have to worry about losing connections with anyone here."

"If you say so," Drew said, remaining unconvinced.

"Alright, I gotta get going. High school awaits." Faith grabbed her backpack and violin case. She then kissed Drew's cheek before heading towards the front door. "I'll see later tonight, Dad."

"Later, kiddo," Drew called after her, "You're my favorite child!"

"And you're my favorite parent!"

Beacon Hills High School, the bane of Faith's existence.

Okay, it wasn't like she hated school. There were days where she got quite a kick out of it. She wasn't exactly the smartest kid, but she got by just fine. The only classes she cared to excel in anyway, which of course were her performing arts ones, she was passing with flying colors. And the teasing subsided very quickly after the first few months of Faith moving there during freshman year so that was never something she had to worry about anymore. Other people would probably hate the idea of being 'old news'. Faith certainly had to disagree. Unless she was performing in a recital, she loathed being the center of attention. Popularity was never something she longed for like every other teenager in those coming of age films. As long as she was out of any sort of gossip and uninvolved in petty drama, Faith was happy to stay in the background of the scene that was high school.

The first bell was about to ring within the next few minutes, giving Faith enough time to go to her locker and restock her books and other stationary items. Chatter filled the narrow hallways about anything and everything. Faith paid no attention to any of what was being said, although the loud noise was starting to give her a slight headache. And make her feel a little nauseous. Must've been another period symptom.

Cool. Being a girl was such a total drab.

Though Faith might have some aspirin in her backpack somewhere. She looked in every single pocket. Nothing. Maybe there was enough time to go to the nurse's office-

RRRIIINNNGGG!

Or not.

Oh, well. It wasn't worth getting in trouble over, anyway. Faith needed to get to her first class, which was English. The teacher used to be this young woman named Ms. Blake but had oddly and mysteriously disappeared only two months into the school year. No one knows what happened still, but that seemed to be a pretty common theme with this town, Faith quickly learned. So Ms. Blake had been replaced with Mr. Burns. That wasn't the only change that Faith noticed when she walked into class, however. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension and felt a little melancholic. Even though not everyone was in their assigned seats yet, Faith already knew that four people were permanently absent- Allison Argent for known reasons, a boy named Aiden who had suffered the same fate as Allison, his twin brother Ethan who most likely couldn't handle being in the town anymore… and of course, Isaac.

Everything else seemed to be the same though. Kind of. Isaac's friends Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski still sat behind Faith's seat. Then there was Lydia Martin, another addition to their extraordinary group, who was talking in hushed tones to the boys. They were still here, but now they all seemed off. Faith was positive it had something to do with Allison's passing. She still didn't know all the details of the death, not that it necessarily made a difference. Regardless, it was awful for anyone to go through, and clearly Allison Argent was loved by so many people that it was no surprise her death made such an impact on everyone. Hell, it caused Isaac to actually leave the continent, for crying out loud!

Should Faith say something to the trio? Offer her condolences even though it had been two months since Allison's passing? Would they be thankful or put off by this random girl who hardly said anything to anyone?

In the end it didn't really matter because the second bell rang, signaling everyone to take their seats. Faith did so with a small frown as Mr. Burns walked in with his book bag.

"Alright, if you haven't done so, take your seats," he instructed, "Vacation time is over. As much as we all wish we were back in our beds and eating all the junk we want, myself included, we've got learning to do. Starting with introducing the next book we'll be reading." He held up a thick paperback book with a green witch printed on the cover. "Wicked: The Life and Trying Times of the Wicked Witch of the West… wow, that's a mouthful."

Now the teacher had captured Faith's attention. She had read this book dozens of times on her own and it was one of her favorites. On top of that, she even went and saw the musical adaption of it on Broadway in New York last summer with Drew. Safe to say that she knew every single detail of Wicked like the back of her hand. This course was going to be a piece of cake.

"You want us to read about a witch?" a random kid snorted from the back of the class, "Sounds lame."

"Ah, but it's not as simple as it seems," Mr. Burns told the class, "Yes, it does derive from the classic novel The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. However, there are many themes this book contains that aren't exactly colorful such as ostracism, terrorism, propaganda, and the purpose of life. You get a much deeper look into the life behind our main character Elphaba, who you originally know as the Wicked Witch of the West and is more complex than anyone would realize. So don't be quick to judge a book by its cover." He set the book down. "I expect everyone to have obtained a copy of the book by Wednesday so we can begin reading and evaluating it or else you will get points docked off." Clapping his hands together, Mr. Burns turned to the chalkboard. "Okay, let's get started on today's lesson."

Everyone then opened up their textbooks to the page written on the board. Mr. Burns proceeded with his lesson on whatever poem they were reading together. Honestly, Faith stopped paying attention a while ago. She could feel her stomach turning and her head throbbing and she just couldn't concentrate. Never had Faith ever experienced symptoms like this whenever she was PMSing before. What was the deal with her today? School hasn't even been in session for hour!

Before Faith could raise her hand to ask her teacher if she could go to the nurse's office, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see Scott staring in her direction with bright puppy-looking eyes. His hand was held out to her with two orange pills in his palm. With a smile that struggled to reach his eyes, he nodded his head towards the pills.

"You looked like you were in pain for a while there," Scott explained with a whisper, "Stiles had some ibuprofen in his backpack and we figured you needed something."

Faith looked over at said boy, who appeared just as tired as Scott did. Like they had both seen unspeakable things that Faith didn't really want to pry out. The corner of Stiles's mouth still twitched up in a weak attempt to smile and gave Faith a two finger salute.

Huh. Strange how Scott could gather that information about Faith from just sitting behind her. Regardless, it was a kind gesture that shouldn't be taken for granted, Faith took the ibuprofen from Scott and dry-swallowed them down, slightly wincing at the dryness.

"Thanks," Faith smiled afterwards, "You know how it is. Being on the rag can be such a bitch. Guys are so lucky that they don't have to experience cramping and bleeding out of your hoo-ha and all that jazz."

Scott just blinked at her, unsure of what to say. God, sometimes Faith really did need to learn when to shut up.

"You didn't ask what was wrong with me," she said, cringing super hard, "I just made things awkward, didn't I?"

"Kind of, yeah," Scott admitted.

"Mr. McCall, Miss McGregor," Mr. Burns announced, "Is there a problem here?"

Both teenagers shook their heads. "No, sir, sorry," Scott said, "I was just giving Faith some ibuprofen."

"How kind of you," Mr. Burns said, "but if you both can focus on the lesson in front of you, that would be great."

"Right," Faith nodded, "Yes, sir." When her English teacher turned back around to the board, she looked behind her once more at Scott. She smiled lightly. "Thank you again."

All Scott did was smile back, signaling the end of that conversation. Faith turned her attention back to the lecture ahead. Hopefully the medicine would do its job and relieve all of her internal pain.

Spoiler alert- it didn't.

Throughout the day, the headache seemed to vanish, fortunately. The nausea, however, was an entirely different story. Instead of getting better, it felt like a tidal wave was crashing within Faith's stomach. Lunchtime was when it took a turn for the worse. Faith had already bought her meal from the cafeteria, which consisted of crappy pizza, soggy apple slices, a stale cookie, and a carton of milk, which was probably the only thing that was consumable. She had figured that if she ate something, her nausea would go away. Well, she was sorely mistaken.

Halfway into her lunch, Faith which she spent in the music room like she always did, the uncomfortable feeling started traveling upwards in her body. As much as she did her best to take deep breaths and push the feeling down, it was too late. She didn't think twice about abandoning what was left of her food and her other belongings and bolted straight to the girls restroom. Thank God that it was just around the corner because as soon as Faith locked herself in a stall, she began to vomit out everything that was in her stomach into the toilet.

Bile burned her throat as she tried to hold back the tears that always came on the rare chance that this happens to her. Puking was the worst thing in the world to Faith, it felt like it was never-ending. She would rather set herself on fire before getting sick like this. Too graphic, she knows. But this just royally sucked. At least Faith had already tied her hair up earlier so it wasn't in the way. That would have been so gross to deal with throughout the day if she had gotten puke in her hair.

Finally, after what felt like hours, Faith had nothing left to vomit. She spit into the toilet before wiping her mouth with some toilet paper and flushing it all down. Because she was so occupied with whatever the hell was happening to her, Faith didn't even notice that she wasn't alone in the restroom. A knock rapped on her stall.

"Are you okay in there?" a gentle voice asked from the other side.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Faith said, standing up, "Just the beauty of being on the rag."

"Oh… well, I have some water if you need any."

A stranger offering their help to someone they didn't even know struck Faith as odd. Rarely did she ever talk to anyone in this school, and twice in one day people were going out of their way to make sure the girl was alright. What alternate universe did she just step into? Curiosity getting the best of her, Faith opened her stall door to see a nice-looking Asian girl standing their with a concerned look on her face. In her hand was a plastic water bottle, held out to Faith. She seemed harmless enough.

Slightly hesitant, Faith took the water bottle from the girl and rinsed the putrid taste in her mouth before taking an actual drink. "Thanks. But now I feel bad for taking your water."

"No, don't!" the girl insisted. She pulled out another bottle from her backpack and smiled. "I come prepared."

"Super prepared," Faith nodded, "So you always expect to find girls puking their brains out in the restroom?"

"Well, no," the girl said awkwardly, "But you never know what could happen during school. Someone could get dehydrated or need to take a pill. Or you could just always be thirsty. Like a dog."

"Interesting analogy…" Faith went to shake the other girl's hand but then decided against it when she remember that she had just been puking two minutes ago. So she fiddled around with the water bottle. "I'm Faith."

"Kira. I don't think I've ever seen you around before. Are you new here?"

"I was… two years ago."

When Kira winced, Faith immediately felt bad. She hoped she didn't come across as a dick when she said that.

"Sorry," Kira apologized, "I just moved to Beacon Hills back in October so I'm still not too familiar with everyone here."

"Don't beat yourself up over it," Faith said, "I tend to keep a pretty low profile anyway."

The only response Kira had for that was to nod. She toed the sticky tiled floor. "You sure you're okay?"

"Oh, yeah, I'll be fine. Like I said, I'm pretty sure it's because of my period. I'm supposed to start it today." Furrowing her eyebrows, Faith rested her hand on her stomach. "Although I've never actually gotten sick from it before…"

"Maybe it was something you ate?" Kira suggested.

"Yeah… maybe…"

Before things could become silent and uncomfortable once again, Kira's phone went off, signaling a text message. A small yet shy smile graced the Asian girl's face as she read what was on her phone. The look of giddiness turned into apologetic when Kira looked back up at Faith. "I'm really sorry, I gotta go meet up with my… friend… boyfriend-"

"Let me guess," Faith said when Kira's voice started to trail off, "it's complicated?"

"Kinda," Kira nodded.

"That's usually how it goes," Faith chuckled. Story of her fucking life. "Alright, I'll let you get to it then. Don't wanna keep your 'friend' waiting."

Kira still seemed a little hesitant. "If you're sure that you're okay…"

"Oh, yeah, I'm already feeling much better, thanks to you."

"Alright." Kira place her hand on the bathroom door and then turned back around to face Faith one more time. "Maybe I'll see you around?"

"Sure," Faith smiled, "I'd like that."

With a smile of her own, Kira walked out of the restroom, leaving Faith on her own.

Her stomach was feeling a thousand times better now that she had relieved and hydrated herself. She walked over to the sink and washed her hands. As she dried off her hands, Faith stared at her reflection in the mirror. As usual her skin was pale, but it looked nowhere near as flushed as she expected it too, which she took as a good thing. At least she didn't appear to be as sick as she felt.

Never was Faith one to dwell on her looks, but she was a sixteen year old girl, after all. Every once in a while she subconsciously nitpicked at all of the details of her face and body. Some people say that Faith was cute. That wasn't a bad description at all. Most girls would be happy to be called cute. To be honest, Faith only really saw herself as average. Her sense of style left a little to be desired and since she grew up without a mother figure and Drew knew jack shit about anything remotely girly, Faith chose to opt out of learning how to do her hair and makeup, settling for simplicity. A natural beauty, one might say. But Faith never thought of herself to be conventionally beautiful. Not like how Lydia Martin is nor how Allison Argent used to be. Faith completely understood how it was so easy for Scott to fall in love with her. How easy it was Isaac to fall in love with her…

Fuck, why couldn't she just let that shit go already? Whatever. Faith shook her head to stop her thoughts of a certain blond boy and turned her attention to framing her face with tendrils of her dark hair. After adjusting her glasses so they were straightened out, she deemed herself presentable and walked out of the restroom back to the music room to retrieve her stuff. She didn't bother to eat the rest of her lunch and couldn't throw whatever was left away fast enough.

Now Faith knew not to ever buy food from the cafeteria ever again.

The McGregors had already finished their dinner together and retired to their respective rooms. Being as cruel as can be, a few of Faith's teachers had already assigned some homework due the next day so the teenager was occupying herself with that. So much for taking things easy on the first day back at school.

Here Faith was, munching on Oreos and scribbling down the final few answers for Mrs. Moore's pre-calculus homework. She was quick to slam shut her textbook and set it next to her backpack on the floor as soon as she finished the last word problem. It was still pretty early in the night, a couple hours before Faith's regular bedtime. Since she didn't sleep so great the night before, maybe she could just turn in early now to make up for it. Getting up from her bed, Faith headed to her bathroom to get ready to go to sleep. The first thing she set out to do was relieve herself, but when she went to pull down her leggings and underwear, she saw that she had yet to start her period.

Now she was starting to get concerned. Normally her period was regular because of her birth control medication. It always started on the same day, the second Monday of every month. But today- nothing. Maybe Faith just needed a new prescription. She had been on this same pill for the past couple years so it was probably time to up the dosage. And there was a chance it would start tomorrow, so Faith decided to put on a pad just to be safe. When she looked underneath her sink, she noticed that she was out of pads. Crap. That meant she had to run out and get some because she was not about to risk ruining her bedsheets again.

"Hey, Dad," Faith called out as she put on her panda slippers, "I gotta go to the store really quick. Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good, kiddo," Drew hollered back, "Drive safe."

After going downstairs to grab her keys, Faith went out to her truck and drove ten minutes away to the local drugstore. Only a few other cars were in the parking lot so Faith was hoping that this would just be a quick and easy shopping trip. She greeted the cashier in his twenties with a brief nod when she walked inside the store. Not wanting to waste any time, she headed straight for the feminine care and family planning aisle.

The last thing Faith expected was to bump into someone right as she turned the corner, which was exactly what had happened. That someone just so happened to be Stiles, who was just as caught of guard as Faith was. Being the clumsy kid Stiles was always know to be, he had almost dropped the box that was in his hands. He fumbled with it for a few seconds but eventually caught with a dopey smile on his pale face.

"Hey!" he chirped, "Faith, right? From English and Economics."

"That's me," said girl nodded, "And you're Stiles Stilinski."

"Yep." Eyes growing wide, Stiles looked down in fear at the box in his hands, which were, in fact, condoms. XL, to be exact. He looked back up at Faith. "This isn't what it looks like."

"Really?" Faith questioned in amusement, "Because it looks you're prepping for a fun night with a lady friend."

Wincing, Stiles ran his fingers through his tousled brown hair. "Okay, then it's exactly what it looks like."

Faith held her hands up in defense. "Hey, who am I to judge? At least you're practicing safe sex, right?"

"Good point," Stiles chuckled nervously, "So, how are you feeling? I know you were looking a little sick earlier in class. Did the ibuprofen help?"

"It did eventually. And I'm doing a little better now. My stomach's still a little eh, but I'm alive so I can't complain. And thank you again for lending me the medicine. That was pretty nice of you."

"Of course! I'm glad it helped."

Suddenly a girl unfamiliar to Faith with sandy blonde hair and a frustrated scowl came up next to Stiles. Must be the lady friend.

"Can you believe that this place doesn't have deer jerky?" she scoffed, "All they have is beef jerky and some turkey crap."

"Just get the beef one," Stiles persisted, "I promise it tastes the same."

"No, it doesn't."

All Faith could do was just watch the pair in amusement. Stiles then remembered that they had a third party with them and cleared his throat. "Anyway, Malia, this is Faith. She's in a couple of my classes at school. Faith, Malia."

"Nice to meet you," Faith said to the other girl with a little wave.

Malia didn't say anything back. Or even smile at Faith. Instead Malia's eyebrows scrunched her eyebrows and scowled even deeper. At first the raven-haired girl thought she was upset that she was interacting with Stiles. But the last thing Faith expected was for Malia to start smelling her. Yeah, you heard that right. Smelling her. Malia stepped closer to Faith and sniffed at her neck and it was freaking her out. When Faith looked over at Stiles to get him to help her out here, he was pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head like this was a common occurrence and was just one of Malia's quirks.

Did this happen often?

Finally, Malia stopped her sniffing and pulled away and stared down Faith like a hawk. "You smell weird."

Wow. Blunt much? "Excuse me?"

"You don't smell bad," Malia emphasized, "But it's weird. It's almost like you have two different scents. Like you're two different people."

"And on that note, I think it's time for us to skedaddle on out of here," Stiles finally chimed in, pushing Malia forward before she could get one more word in, "We'll see you around, Faith!"

"See you…" Faith replied weakly as she watched the odd pair walk away. That had to be the most unusual encounter she had ever been a part of. "Deer jerky?" Was deer jerky even a thing?

She shrugged off whatever the hell that was and finally went down the aisle she was supposed to. She found the type of pads she was looking for instantly so she plucked the package off the shelf. Just as she was about to walk to the register to check out, one more thing had caught the corner of Faith's eye. Something that had her stopping in her tracks and her head spinning.

Various brands of pregnancy tests were stocked in between the condoms and morning after pills. They almost seemed to taunt Faith, yet she couldn't walk away from the aisle. They were practically begging her to pick one up and take it home with her. Just the idea of it made her want to laugh. How ridiculous. Could you believe that there was even a possibility that Faith McGregor, the lonely band geek, might be pregnant? It was completely absurd! There was just no way, especially considering the fact that she was on the pill.

Was it possible though? Think about it. Her period hadn't shown up yet and she puked out of nowhere today for the first time since she was ten. Those were common symptoms of having a baby inside of you. Plus, studies have shown that contraceptives weren't a hundred percent effective. Maybe Faith was a statistic. Or maybe she was just overreacting. Yeah, that had to be it.

Neither of those thoughts were enough to stop her hand from reaching out and grabbing a pregnancy test from the shelve. Before she could start having a panic attack in the middle of the drugstore, Faith made a beeline towards the front and tossed her items on the counter in front of the cashier. He picked up the pads first and scanned them with no questions asked. It was when he eyed the pregnancy test he looked up at Faith with that pompous judgmental glare.

"Aren't you a little young to be having a pregnancy scare?" he sneered.

Snorting, Faith retorted back with, "Aren't you a little old to be living in your mom's basement?"

"How would you know that I live in my mom's basement?" the cashier asked.

"Well, your My Little Pony t-shirt isn't exactly screaming 'I have a wife and kids'." Faith pointed out.

The cashier's mouth puckered as he bite his tongue from going off on the girl. He just scanned the pregnancy test and tossed it in the bag with the pads. Faith gave him her debit card without waiting to hear the total. "You know, Beacon Hills is a small town. Word gets around pretty quickly here."

"If you're trying to make a point then get to it," Faith snapped.

"Tell you what. If you give me a fifty dollar cash tip, you're little secret stays safe with me. How about it, kid? You scratch my back, I scratch yours?"

"You don't even get tips," Faith said, "Isn't that illegal? Bribing a teenager for their money?"

"There's no law in having a little side hustle to make a few extra bucks," the cashier told her.

"I mean-"

"Do you want me to spread the word that…" the cashier looked down at the debit card in his hand, "Faith McGregor might have a bun in the oven or not?"

God, Faith was about ready to strangle the man. But he was right. She couldn't risk people finding out about this. Not when the information could get to her dad so easily. Rolling her eyes, Faith dug out a couple of twenties and a ten and tossed them hastily on the counter. The cashier shot her a sadistic yellow grin and handed her back her card and the bag with her belongings.

"It was a pleasure doing business with you, Miss McGregor."

"Up yours, Brony," Faith grumbled as she snatched her stuff away. Then she hurried out of the drugstore before she could run into anyone else.

Not even after Faith got into her truck did she leave the parking lot just yet. What she did do was pull the box with the pregnancy test out of the plastic bag and stare at it like she was trying to burn a hole through it. The longer she stared at it, the more anxious she was starting to feel, creeping towards a panic attack of just the sheer thought of carrying a baby. And not just anyone's baby. There was no doubt that it would have been Isaac's since he was the last person Faith had been with. Now he was gone and Faith had no way of contacting him if the test did indeed come out positive.

Maybe there wouldn't be anything to tell. Faith could just be super paranoid and she could have a negative result. Isaac wouldn't have to know a damn thing. This would give Faith some sort of closure and she could continue to move on from this stupid crush once and for all.

The question now was to decide on where and when to take this test. Doing it at home wasn't an option, not that Drew was really a nosy parent. Still, the risk of Faith's dad finding out about the pregnancy test was too great. And Faith was not about to go back in the drugstore and deal with the cocky attitude of whatever the fuck his name was. That left school as the only option, which was pretty ballsy as well. But Faith could just wait until after school tomorrow when everyone else goes home that way she wouldn't get caught. Yeah, that was a good plan. Not great, but doable.

Before she could get too deep into her own thoughts, Faith threw the box into her glove compartment and started her truck. She was in dire need of some sleep before having to deal with the outcome of what this test had to say about her future. We shall see…

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