Ten:

I finally came out of the bathroom, when I saw from the window, how dark it had become. Ann hadn't called yet. She had us exchange numbers and said she would give me a call after she had done the home pregnancy test but she hasn't yet called.

I didn't know what to feel anymore, honestly speaking, maybe it came out negative and she found no need to inform me about it. Dylan had said one day that optimism was his biggest comfort, I was trying to be a little optimistic about my situation, even though I was scared as heard.

Things like this never end well, especially for the female. My dad will kill me when he got to know about this. It might not be because I got a girl pregnant just a month in college, it might not be because he would be embarrassed by it or all of that.

No, my dad will kill me because this would hurt my mum. He would kill me because I did one of the biggest things my mum was against. He didn't have a problem with whatever I did, really, he didn't care if I was having sex or not but his one concern was that I didn't break my mum's heart.

It's not like I planned this whole thing, getting Ann pregnant, I mean everything just happened, I hope he understands that, I hope my mum understands too.

I looked towards Dylan's reading table, it was surprising that his lamp light wasn't there and that he wasn't reading. It was dark in the room, I didn't know if he was there or not.

Turning on the lights, I saw him on his bed, he was sleeping, I think he was, but I wasn't sure; he had buried his face in his arms while in bed, so I wasn't sure.

I turned the lights back off and checked my phone, and I saw twelve missed calls, it said 6:45 pm on my phone screen. Opening my phone, I felt like I knew who the missed call was from.

It was from Ann, I did not save her number but I knew it was her. She had to be the one. How did I not hear my phone ring?! She has been calling for half an hour.

Fuck!! My phone has been on silent, I didn't even know when it rang, it didn't even vibrate while it was in my pocket.

I decided to call back, I had to. I wondered how she must be feeling, did she maybe think I was not picking up and avoiding her calls on purpose?

I went back to the bathroom to make the call, I didn't want to disturb or wake Dylan up. Yes, I cared that he looked really tired for me to disturb him, but honestly, it was just me avoiding having to talk to him right now, especially after what he had said to me earlier. I wasn't mad or anything, I don't even know what I was feeling right now, I don't.

"Hello?" I heard her sniff over the phone, in the bathroom. " Are you there?" She asked.

"Yes," I said after a while of wondering if her voice sounded hoarse or not. Her sweet voice.... sounded sad.

"I called and...."

"I'm sorry." I quickly apologized before she stressed me not picking up."My phone was silent." I explained.

She didn't say anything for a while even though I could hear her breathing over the phone.

"I..." She stopped.

"What did the test say?" We both said at the same time. "Okay go on." I urged, knowing she also wanted them to say something.

There was this silence for a while. I got worried. I heard her sniff again. Was she crying? I didn't want her to cry, I've seen her smile and I wasn't sure crying was good on her face. She was even smiling earlier today at the lecture hall and now she was crying, no doubt, I didn't need to be told, she was pregnant.

"Ann?"

"Yeah?" She answered.

"Are you okay?" I found myself asking even if it was obvious she wasn't.

"I'm not." She said honestly.

I didn't know what to say now, it was plain obvious; her reason for not being okay. I sighed, scratching my head.

"Are you pregnant?" I asked to be sure. She didn't respond immediately.

"Yes." She sniffed again. I closed my eyes, leaning against the toilet wall, she was pregnant, she just said it. "You know this afternoon, u thought it will come out negative like I wasn't even showing all the symptoms." She said and I could imagine her crying, it was all pictured in my head

I still didn't know what to say. I could hear her cry. She was crying, not loudly but loud enough for me to hear her. I wondered if her friends were there right now to comfort her, this was all fucked up, we should have just used the condom that day, we should have.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"What?" I heard her reply with a wh question.

"Are you at your apartment?"

"Yeah?" She sniffed. "I had to wait for my roommate and our friends to go have their evening outing before I took the test in the bathroom. Why did you ask?"

"I'm on my way." I found myself saying. I was gonna go over there, I felt I had to. She was alone right now, crying, I felt bad, somehow.

I was going to go downstairs, take a cab, and go over there. I was gonna go there and be with her. I know how I was feeling about this, she probably felt worse and I still didn't know why but that was the first thing to pop into my mind after I heard her son, and I was going to do it.

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