Things haven’t been right between you and since your little escapade. You avoid each other like the plague. You’ve been making sure to leave for work before she comes back from class. She’s up and out of the apartment before you even wake up on those days where you have class early. She would normally sleep late. The few times where the two of you have been home at the same time are the most awkward moments of your years-long friendship. It is tearing you up inside. You want to be with her so bad, but you feel guilty. You had gotten her drunk, fucked her, and probably knocked her up. How could she ever possibly want to be with someone who did that? In your eyes, it puts you on a lower pedestal than Keith. Not only do you not deserve to be her lover, you don’t even deserve to be her friend. This pain inside you is too much to bear. Now you are praying that you don’t screw up a child’s life as well as hers. You decide that it is time to leave.
While walking home from class, you spot an off-campus college fair. You grab a couple of transfer applications and head back to the apartment. When you walk in, the lights are on, but is nowhere to be found.
“Hello?” You shout, hoping there is no answer. You want to fill these applications and get them mailed before she comes home. You sit down at the table and quickly fill out the first one. You get about half way through the second one when you hear a faint sound come from the bathroom. At first you think you are hearing things, but when you hear it again, you have to investigate.
“?” You call into the door. “Are you ok?”
“Yes.” She replies, but you can tell she is crying.
“No, you’re not. Can I come in?” You want to make sure she isn’t thinking about doing something rash.
“You can, but I don’t think you want to .” She informs you.
As you crack the door, you see her sitting on the toilet. Her face looks terrible as her make-up is all smeared from the tears. Her hair is matted as well.
“What’s wrong?” You ask. That’s when you see it. She is holding a home pregnancy test. “Umm, is that what I think it is?”
“Yeah. And the news isn’t good.” She says. She ducks her head in shame.
“So you’re…you know?” You ask, not really wanting to know.
“Pregnant, yes.” She wipes away her tears as she shows you the result of the test. As you look at the test in awe, she spies the papers in your hand.
“What’s that?” She asks.
“Just some paperwork I had to fill out.” You tell her one of your famous half-truths. You can tell that she doesn’t believe you. Your beliefs are confirmed when she rips them from your hand and reads them. She is in complete shock. The tears well up in her eyes as she mutters:
“You’re…you’re leaving?”
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