pregnant. you were pregnant. three different tests, all positive. what the hell do you do now?

you couldn't tell your family—they'd be so disappointed, and you weren't ready to tell the father yet. so you called chloe. chloe, your best friend, who probably wouldn't know the first thing to say or do.

chloe rolled on the bed, smoking a joint you know you shouldn't be around. "wanna hit?" she asked. you had to tell her soon. "c'mon, you know i don't share. not usually." she teased. just say it.