AFTER MY FIRST class, I had two hours to spare before my next, so I drove over to a nearby drugstore and picked up a tube of lipstick and a package of tampons, just in case my period decided to rear its ugly head. It was due any day and I knew that with my bad luck, I’d get it before seeing Trevor. As I turned the corner to the next aisle, I noticed the pregnancy tests lined up on a shelf, and the hair stood up on the back of my neck. Although I was on the pill, I didn’t always take them on time.
“Relax, you’re not pregnant,” I mumbled to myself as I looked at the prices. They were definitely not cheap, but, neither was having a baby. Before changing my mind, I grabbed a box with two test sticks, and made my way to the cashier. If I could rule out being pregnant, it would be one less thin
