"I kissed Ash on a dare when we were twelve." Pausing mid pull-up, I cocked a brow. "That hardly constitutes as contracting a venereal disease, Dolly."

She shuddered dramatically. "So gross."

Rolling my eyes, I continued with my set. "You're ridiculous."

"But since we're on the topic of venereal diseases –" setting her pen down, Molly pulled herself into a cross-legged position and looked up at me. "Do I need to get tested?"

I frowned. "For?"

She blushed. "Don't make me spell it out, D."

I smirked. "I thought you said that we weren't supposed to talk about that night? Not a word, remember? That was your rule, Molls."

"And it's a good rule." Her cheeks reddened. "I'm just…I wasn't thinking clearly at the time." Drumming her fingers against her jean-clad thigh, she blew out a breath. "And I'm worried now because I've never done anything like that before, and, well, you've done that a lot, with a lot of different girls, and we didn't use protection, which was so completely reckless and unlike me –"

"Molly," I cut her off and said, "Don't sweat it. I'm clean."

"You are?"

"As a whistle."

"You're absolutely certain of that?"

"Had my last test results in August, right before school started back up," I told her. "I've only been with you since. I've also never gone without a rubber before you, either."

She exhaled a huge sigh of relief and pressed a hand to her chest. "Oh, thank god!"

"What about you?"

"What about me?" she replied, looking uncertain. "I don't have anything, D. I never even kissed a boy before that night."

"Not what I meant." Releasing the bar, I dropped to my feet and snagged a towel. "Your period." Wiping the sweat from my brow, I grabbed a bottle of water, flicked the cap open, and guzzled the lot before continuing, "Did you take anything afterwards to make sure it, uh, arrived on time?"

"No." She gaped. "Was I supposed to?"

"Not if it came on time," I replied with a shrug. "You did get your period, right? I mean, you've had a period since we –"

"Of course I have," she huffed and then frowned. "No, wait – I don’t know."

"How do you not know?" I gaped at her.

"I'm not regular okay!" she hissed back at me, eyes as wide as saucers. "I can go months without a period – and it's not like this is something I've ever had to worry about before you, mister virginity snatcher!"

I grinned.

"Hey – don’t look so proud of yourself, doofus!"

"Calm down," I coaxed, trying my best not to laugh her adorable cluelessness. "It's been weeks since we fu –"

"Don’t say it!" she warned, holding a finger up at me. "I'm warning you."

"Okay…it happened at the end of August," I offered, rolling my eyes. "It's the second week of October now. That means what? It's been six, seven weeks?"

She nodded in agreement. "Yeah."

"Okay then." I let my eyes trail over her slim frame. "Have you had a period in the last seven weeks?"