Page 100 of Catch You

“Of course I don’t. Before C-Corey,” I stumble over his name, not wanting to allow thoughts of him and how we left things to enter my head, “I hadn’t had sex in forever. There was no way in hell I’d have been pregnant unless the myth about sitting on the same chair as a guy is actually true.”

“You used protection, right?” I can tell from the firm set of her lips that she’s about to give me a lecture if I say no.

“Of course.”I think.I know we went without this past weekend, but I was due on my period, and it was as safe as it could be.

But that first night…

There were condoms. I remember watching him rolling them on. Hell, I remember doing it myself. I also remember standing on one as I made my escape. But did we use one every time? I don’t know. There was too much Macallan to remember it all clearly.

“Really?” She juts her hip out.

Brooke might be reckless with some things, but she’s always safe where sex is concerned, or at least she claims to be. As far as I know, she hasn’t even had a scare, so she must practice what she preaches.

“I guess we’re about to find out.”

Thankfully, Brooke allows me to stay in her car while she runs into the store to get what we need.

When she emerges, it’s with the test, as promised, but also a huge bar of chocolate, the biggest tub of ice cream she could find, and a bottle of wine—although that one might be just for her.

It’s not until we pull up back outside the house and my eyes land on my car parked in its spot outside that I remember he was the last one to use it.

“H-Has he been here?”

“I assume so. I didn’t actually see him. I found your keys under the doormat.”

“He borrowed it on Monday and was meant to pick me up again after work,” I say sadly.

“Have you heard from him?”

“I haven’t looked at my cell since Monday morning. It’s probably dead in my purse.”

“So he might have been ringing all this time?”

“I highly doubt it.” My voice is cold and empty. Exactly how I feel right now.

“Come on then. Let’s see what this says.”

“Do we have to?”

“You’d rather not know?”

“I think I might, yeah.”

“You can’t live like that. Knowledge is power.” Brooke climbs out of the car, but I don’t move. Not for a long few seconds, anyway.

With a deep sigh, I push the door open and follow my best friend into our house and up to my bathroom. No time like the present, I guess.

“How long do we have to wait?” I ask, sitting down on the end of my bed with the stick in my hand.

“It says three minutes.”

“Great,” I mutter, already feeling like it’s been a year.

“It’s been two,” Brooke says, looking at her watch. “You wanna look now, or?—”

“Wait until three. We’ll know for sure then.”

Silence falls around us, and I can almost imagine the ticking of the clock as it counts down.

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