Page 29 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

My stomach coils tightly, making me a little sick. “I swear I won’t.”

“I did something bad.” She licks her lower lip. “Something really bad.”

Oh God.

“You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”

Her eyes widen. “No! Of course not. If I killed someone, I’d have gone to August. He’d help me get rid of the body.”

I snort. “Yeah, he’s totally the guy for that. But if murder isn’t the problem, then it can’t be that bad.”

“Itisbad, June, and murderwillbe a problem because Dad will kill Mason Flannigan.”

“Wait.Mason Flannigan? I thought he moved to Houston.”

“He did, but he came back looking hotter than sin.”

Oh dear.

“I’m confused. Weren’t you dating Dash Wilkins?”

“I was, but Jenny heard from a junior that Dash still has a thing for May, and he was only dating me to make her jealous. I was so angry and not thinking straight that I ended up hooking up with Mason at Penelope Wilcox’s birthday party.”

My heart skips a beat. “What do you mean by hooking up?”

She gives me a droll look. “What do you think? I slept with him.”

My jaw drops. I know teens have sex, but I naively didn’t think April would start at only fifteen. I didn’t sleep with Bill until I was eighteen, for crying out loud, and we’d been going out for years. But I promised I wouldn’t judge.

“Oh... Was he your first?” I blurt out, and immediately cringe. I can’t believe I asked my baby sister about her sex life.

April’s face turns as bright as a tomato. “Yes.”

“How was it?”

“I’m not going to tell you that! Besides, it doesn’t matter if it was good or not, I can still get knocked up, even if it sucked.”

I feel the blood drain from my face. “April... are you saying you’re pregnant?”

She looks away. “Maybe.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I’m late and the home pregnancy test I took was positive. But Jenny says those tests aren’t super accurate.”

“How is that possible? I spoke to Mom the other day, and she said you and Dash were a couple. When did you hook up with Mason?”

She looks at her lap. “Last week.”

Hope flares in my chest. There’s no way a home pregnancy test would show a true positive this early.

“Jenny is right, those tests aren’t accurate, especially this early. Did you use a condom?”

“Yes.”

I cover her hands with mine. “April... I don’t think you’re pregnant.”

She whips her face to me. “Well, I freaked out. And Jenny said that condoms aren’t one hundred percent safe.”

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