“Well, if there’s no way, then why am I giving you my last thirteen bucks to buy a pregnancy test?” She turned the key hard in the ignition, put the car in reverse, and slammed her foot on the gas pedal.
The drive to CVS was short and sweet. We both tried to dredge up any memory we could from the previous night. “When did we even come in contact with James?” Alice asked, “Check your phone. Maybe you texted him.”
I flipped the phone open and scanned through all sent text messages. “Shit.” Alice’s slim face shot over for a quick glance, “I did text him.”
“Saying what? You were Prego?” No laugh came with this joke.
“No, telling him I needed a ride home, and where to come get me.” I shrugged, realizing this wasn’t very severe.
“Nothing about being sick or pregnant?” I scanned the rest of my outbox.
“Not a single thing.”
“Ha. Ha.” Alice began to laugh, loud, and deep.
As she hit the breaks and turned around, my head snapped in her direction, “What are you laughing about, I could be carrying Brody’s child and could not even know it!”
“Castle, you’re not pregnant. I just remembered something,” About time, I thought to myself, “you did text him, and when he actually showed up, you flipped. He was about to make a move on you, and you said you were pregnant!”
She pulled over to the side of the road, put the car in park, and bent forward as if she were in pain from laughing so hard. “Alice! This is not at all funny!”
“Yes, Cass. Yes, it is.”
I sat in silence as she put the car in drive.
By the time we got back to my house, I finally begin to see why Alice found this funny. I grabbed my messenger bag and climbed out of her car. “Can’t wait to clear this one up.” And I slammed the door shut.
Alice rolled down her window and shouted to me, “Did you ever know that you’re my hero?”
“Very funny!” I howled back.
“Next time some guy is trying to hit on me, I am just going to tell him I’m knocked up!”
She continued to laugh as the window reached the top of the car frames arch.
An hour later, I walked up to the store. And buy that little stick in a box.
Step one, pee. Step two, wait. Step three, realize it was a waste of time and thirteen dollars.
I now need two things; a cigarette and my guitar. Some serious writing needs to commence.
Did I mention that?
I write, music and lyrics. Just for fun of course. Occasionally I would play for Lucy, or rattle off my latest lines to my mother. This hasn’t happened in about a month though. You would think the death of someone close would inspire me, and fill me with emotions to convey onto paper.
It didn’t though. It basically drained me, and for the first time in a long time, I was filled with feelings. Rage, because James would think I was pregnant and drinking. Sadness, because for about thirty seconds, I was thrilled to possibly be caring Brody’s baby. And hate, for myself, and ever thinking that being pregnant would do anything but make my situation worse.
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