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Thread Originally by Cretan_Bull14. Moved to the right place.

It has been three weeks since that night with Melody. Things haven’t been right between the two of you 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. On your way home from class, you contemplate transferring to another school. You just can’t bear to see her suffer from your mistake. But before you do anything drastic, you decide that it would be best to tell her first. So you head home.

“Hello?” You shout, hoping there is no answer. You sit down to write out what you plan to say to her. You get about half way through your speech 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.

“Melody?” 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 Jack.” 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.

“No, I’m not.” She says as she buries her face in her hands. You think she is trying to be sarcastic.

“I don’t think now is a good time to be a smartass Melody!” You tell her in a stern voice. She raises her head and screams at you.

“I’M NOT PREGNANT YOU DUMBASS!!!” She goes back to crying in her hands. You are dumbfounded. You kneel down and place your hand on her shoulder. There is one burning question on your mind: