Her eyes widened even more. "No."

I shrugged. "Then shit, Dolly, maybe you should've taken something."

"Oh my god!" Jerking to her feet, she stalked towards me and shoved me in the chest. "Then why didn't you tell me to?"

I held my hands up and laughed. "Because I was ghosting you…"

"So you admit it!" she gasped, poking me with her finger. "You were ghosting me."

"You told me not to bring it up," I quickly backpedaled. "I was respecting your stupid la, la, la rule."

She narrowed her eyes. "I swear, D, if you put anything other than a good time inside of me, I'm gonna be so pissed."

"Calm down and do your period math," I countered. "I bet you've had one. You're just panicking now. Come on, Molls, don’t you think we'd know if you were pregnant? Like we just said; it's been two months since we fucked –"

"Oh my god! La, la, la –" Plugging her ears with her fingers, she bounced from foot to foot. "I didn't hear you say that!"

"See!" Now I was the one to point at her. "There you go again with that la, la, la shit!"

"Wait a second! Period math?" She gave me an accusing look. "You're a boy."

"Last I checked."

"Then how do you know about period math?"

I blinked. "How do you not?"

"Oh my god," she grumbled. "I bet you've done more period math than half the girls in our grade put together. You're such a boy-whore."

"No…" I drawled slowly. "I just happen to have listened during sex ed."

"Yeah, for tips," she huffed. "You know what; I can't even look at your stupid face right now." Grabbing her bag off the floor, she began to stuff all of her books and pens inside. "I'm going home."

"To take a test?" I quipped, lips around the bottle to hide my smirk.

"Oh my god, shut up!" she screamed, hoisting her bag onto her back. "I've never failed a test in my life."

"Then let's hope that's one tradition that changes today," I laughed, watching her meltdown.

"Why aren't you freaking out with me?" she demanded, planting her hands on her hips. "Why are you not acting like this is the worst thing that could ever happen to you?"

Because the worst thing that ever happened to me already happened.

It was the day I lost you.

"Maybe because I'm not an over-reacting drama queen?" I offered, still grinning.

"Ugh, whatever." Huffing out a breath, she offered me the universal peace signal with her fingers, before stomping out of the garage. "Later, baby daddy."

"I'll swing by after the game to pick you up for the dance," I called after her. "Be ready."

"Not going, homecoming king," she called back. "Enjoy your crowning, though. Meanwhile, I'll look forward to your child support check in the mail."

"Take real good care of my baby now, Molly-Sue, ya hear?"

"Uh-huh, sure thing, sperminator."