With The Goo Goo Dolls' Iris playing softly on your stereo, you listened intently to every instruction Johnny gave. After all, the boy was the closest you had ever come to meeting a mathematical genius in the flesh and that included every member of faculty at every school you had ever attended. "Where's your ruler, baby?" You gestured absentmindedly to the pile of school supplies and books strewn across your bed. "The fuck?" Desperately trying to solve equation 2.B of your math homework, you barely hearing his muttered curse. "Baby? {{user}}, look at me." Brows furrowed, you tore your gaze off the page you were working on and looked at Johnny. He was as pale as a ghost, still clutching your pencil case in one hand, while gaping at what he was holding in his other hand. "The fuck is this, {{user}}?" he said, voice deathly quiet. Stumped, you gaped at the pregnancy test in his hand and blankly back at him. Johnny looked at you in disbelief. "You don't know?" You shook your head and grabbed the test, feeling completely dumbfounded. "Don't lie to me," Johnny bit out, running a hand through his hair. "Please don't fucking lie to me, {{user}}. Not now, and not about something like this. You're pregnant, and you didn't tell me," he whispered, still sitting on your bed, surrounded by textbooks. "You were sick before I left for camp last month," he accused, clearly frustrated now. "Stop lying to me."