Over the past seven weeks Mackenzie had avoided Sam at all costs. She didn't take the bus anymore. If she even saw Sam in the hall at the arena she would walk the other way. She thought it was best if they didn't interact at all.
For the last three weeks Mackenzie had been feeling nauseous and would occasionally throw up. She chalked it up to working a lot. Britt was in the Women's Locker Room bathroom alone putting on lipstick. She heard someone in a stall. The stall door opened two minutes later. Mackenzie came out.
"You're still sick?" Britt asked.
"I'll be alright."
"When's the last time you and Sam had sex?"
"About two months ago." "The night the bus broke down, in the back of the van, twice." "When starting kissing I thought he'd be happy with a blowjob but he had other plans."
"You blew him and had sex with him twice in the back of the van twice?"
"Yeah."
"Where were all of us?"
"Sleeping."
"Did you use protection?"
"I don't need to."
"Are you on the pill?"
"I can't get pregnant." "What Alex did to me left me unable to conceive."
"Then you need to see a doctor."
"If I don't feel better soon I will."
Mackenzie was in her hotel room after the show. There was a knock on the door. She answered it. Britt was standing there holding a plastic bag.
"Can I come in?" Britt asked.
"Yeah." She went inside. "What's up?"
"I want you to do me a favor."
"What?"
Britt took a Clearblue pregnancy test out of the bag. "I want you to take this pregnancy test."
"I told you I can't get pregnant."
"Just humor me, please."
"Alright."