I was just another face on campus—quiet, unnoticed, the kind of girl people forgot once I walked away.

That night wasn’t planned. We were stuck finishing a group project, the library nearly empty. Tired laughs turned into careless jokes, then silence heavy with something unspoken. He leaned in, and I didn’t stop him.

He was everything I wasn’t—famous, admired, the kind of guy everyone wanted. I told myself it was nothing. He even whispered, “It’s just for tonight.”

I believed him. Because for once, someone actually saw me.

Two weeks later, the test screamed the truth. My hands shook as I shoved it into his palm. “I’m pregnant.”

He froze, eyes wide. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was. You said you wore it. But you didn’t, right?”

He cursed, dragging a hand through his hair. “God, if people find out… I can’t— I don’t even know you like that.”