Chapter Four: Karma

'I hope it just turns out white. PLEASE turn out white. If it turns blue, I won't be able to break it to John without freakin'
him out...'

My mind was all over the topic. I kept worrying about wheather or not I was pregnate. I was scared, and I mean REALLY scared. We've had sex before without protection and I didn't come up in this problem. I guess I was just now realizing this and completley psyching myself out.

I took a breath.

'Okay girl, pull it together. You'll be fine. This is just a test; a simple check up just to be sure.'

I calmed down and started getting everything back in order.

I opened the door of the midnight blue Chrysler. John was listening to some rap music as he was waiting for me.
When he heard the click, his head had cocked toward me.

"Hey, get everything you need?"

I climbed in and put the bag near my feet. "Yep."

"What'd you buy?" he asked.

'Oh shit -- Wait, keep calm and just make something up.'

I smiled towards him. "Something."

"What kind of something?" he questioned me.

"Something feminine." I answered him simply.

I was telling the truth, I just didn't give him full details. But was it still considered lying?

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Women."

We were in Boston, and finally at the arena. Everyone was getting ready for their match tonight. John was going against Edge again. Trish and I thought to battle it out again with Lita and Victoria for our titles back.
My outfit was all set for tonight. The top I had on was black with yellow lettering saying "Van Halen" that reached dow to about half way on my thighs. The bottom half of me had on my lucky shreaded pants. They had about four wholes on them that I cut out myself. My feet were covered by my combat boots and my hair was let down.

I was in the women's locker-room with all the others. Out of all the Divas, I trusted Trish Stratus, Torrie Wilson, and my three close and personal friends Yaoi Queen, Jamie Valentine, and Reina Mysteria. Though sometimes, Reina and Yaoi Queen were a little... overbearing. Both of them kind of didn't like each other.. Alright they both HATED each other's guts. One always picking on one of each other, and the other starting drama. But no matter, they were like my sisters; along with Jamie. We've known each other for over a year. I suppose I'll introduce them:

Jamie Clay Valentine; she's twenty seven-years-old with ebony locks that almost reaches her shoulder. A single deep blue streak runs accross her bangs. She has grayish, fearful eyes with a sad past to it. Her skin is pale, but not as pale as I am. She's shy, but if someone messes with her or one of her friends, she'll go off. She's an excellent fighter at that. She and Matt Hardy are currently dating after she broke up with Rey Mysterio for cheating on her. All of them eventually solved their problems and we're friends again.

Reina Mysteria; Her real name's Ginger Feliciano. She's the youngest of us all and deffinitly the CRAZIEST. She is at the age of twenty three with long black strands of hair that goes half way down her back. Her eyes are the color of deep brown, and has a tan. She's a Hispanic-American that hails from Baltimore Maryland. She's passionate about wrestling ... and a little Playboy posing as well.

Yaoi Queen; Otherwise known as San Rose. An African-American with her hair dyed bubblegum pink and light brown eyes. She's twenty five like I am, and the most understanding of the group. I mean, I can talk to Reina and Jamie about everything. But when it comes down to the deep stuff, I tell San.

Speaking of San Rose, we were talking while getting ready. She was dressed up in her usual punky-type outfit.

"So did you hear?"

"Hear what?" San Rose said switching her regular gray shirt to her "Go ahead. Piss me off. MAKE MY DAY" black tee with pink letters.

"I might be pregnate." I whispered to her. If I said anything too loud, God knows what'll happen to that sort of information.

As she got her shirt on, she looked at me with widen eyes of shock. "What? Are you serious?"

I nodded.

"Why didn't you use protection?" San asked me.

"It was just last night and me and John wanted to celebrate his title winning. We weren't really thinking..." I said to her in a low voice that only she could hear.

"Well you really do have to think about these things. I mean, parenting is a HUGE resposibility." San said. "Unless... you're getting a abortion."

"Hell. No." I said flat out. "I don't believe in kill other living things even if I brought this upon myself."

"What're you gonna do then?"

"If it turns white, I won't tell John. But if it turns blue, I'll spill the news and we'll think of something." I planned it out.

"Good luck girl." San wished me.

I gave her a hug. "Thanks."

Later on in the night before my match I escaped to the bathroom and took the FirstStep with me. I did all I had to for the test and when I saw the results my jaw dropped.

Just my luck...

I threw everything away and looked for my boyfriend. He ended up being in the lobby talking with Randy Orton.

"John?" I called his names.

His blue eyes fixed from Orton to me. "Hey hun, what's up?"

"Can I talk to you in private?" I requested.

"Sure." John allowed me. He looked over at Randy. "Randy, I'll see you later after the show."

"All right man, see ya." Randy walked off passed me so it was only us.

"What's goin' on?" John asked.

"You know when I had to stop up at the store to get something today?" I said.

"Yeah."

"Well, I was thinkin' about last night and it got me worried. I mean, we didn't use anything when we we're having sex so I wanted to buy FirstStep and test if I was pregnate or not. I just took it and I got bad news... it's blue."