“Luke’s the one I hate. But at least we both dodged that bullet, right?” I said, trying to lighten the mood. I cringed a second later, though. She was probably crying about their breakup.

“Not both of us.” She let out a shaky laugh that echoed through the empty bathroom. “I’m pregnant.”

Oh my god.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” Sophie said. “I literally just found out. I bought a test, and I took it in here because I was sure it would be negative. And then I found out I was pregnant in a goddamn public bathroom at school.” Her voice climbed, and she clutched the edge of the sink, bursting into tears again.

A long, heavy pause followed. I hovered near her awkwardly, scrabbling for words that would soothe her. I’m sure Luke will support you wasn’t it—that was a given. Luke only cared about himself and his career.

“It’ll be okay,” I said. “It’s just a big shock right now.”

“Luke already told me he wants me to get an abortion.” Sophie raked a hand through her hair frantically. “And that was just when I told him I was late. He’s going to freak out.”

What an asshole. That was low even for Luke.

I shifted my weight, adjusting the strap of my book bag on my shoulder. Between my laptop and my textbooks, it was starting to dig in something fierce. “That isn’t his choice to make. It’s your body.”

“He made it pretty clear where he stands. What am I supposed to do, handle it all it on my own?”

“He’d have to pay child support,” I pointed out. And if he made the NHL, he’d have more than enough to do that comfortably. “Don’t let him strong-arm you into making a decision you don’t want.”

“I don’t want to have to fight about it.”

I didn’t blame her. Luke was a miserable person to fight with; he went for the jugular every time.

“That’s what lawyers are for, though.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Sophie blew her nose loudly, sounding more like an elephant than a tiny college girl. She glanced back up at me. “I don’t know why you’re being so nice to me. I don’t deserve it.”

It was Luke’s bullshit she didn’t deserve. But now she was stuck with him, and I felt extra sorry for her because of that.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” she added.

“I won’t,” I said. “Why don’t you call one of your friends? Don’t worry about Luke for now. Talk to someone you can trust.”

She sniffled. “Thanks, Bailey. I’m really sorry about the way things happened.”