Melanie's P.O.V.
I pace back and forth in my bathroom, waiting for the three minutes to be up. I don't even understand how this could happen, I mean I know how it could happen, but I took the pill that Tucker went to the pharmacy to get me and it's suppose to be ninety six percent effective. I'm mentally beating myself up, because today is graduation and I'm suppose to be moving into the dorms at Berkeley in three months, but here I am taking a pregnancy test. Instead of being excited about the fact that I'm finally done with high school after today, I'm anxious about the possibility of me and Tucker being teenage parents. Will Tucker even want stay with me if I am? Will he want to be involved? Of course he will try, he's Tucker. My dad promised to stay with my mom though, and look
