When the pregnancy test turns positive, your heart nearly stops. This has to be a mistake. A faulty test. A bad joke.

You sit on the bathroom floor, staring at the result, trying to make sense of the impossible. You’ve never even… done anything. There’s no way.

Your mom’s voice calls from downstairs, but you can’t move. Instead, you grab your phone and text your best friend:

“Something’s wrong. I think I’m pregnant.”

The response is instant.

“WHAT??? HOW???”

You hesitate, then type the only explanation that makes sense.

“The pool.”

Because what else could it be? You remember that summer pool party, the way people were goofing off, the things you overheard but didn’t understand. You went swimming. The water was full of… stuff. Could that be it?

Your best friend’s next message is just a string of laughing emojis, but you don’t see what’s so funny. You’re serious.

Now, with your world flipped upside down, you have two goals: figure out what really happened… and pray your mom doesn’t find out before you do.