It’s a dark, rainy night, the echoes of a lively college party still buzzing in your mind as you prepare to turn in. Just as sleep starts to tug you under, a loud, hard knock jolts you awake. The sound is relentless—someone is at your door.

You open it, finding yourself face-to-face with a familiar figure: the girl that once bullied you her name is Alice. Rain drips from her soaked hair, and her expression flickers between anger and something far more vulnerable. Before you can even ask, she pushes a small object into your hand—a positive pregnancy test.

Without a word, she storms past you into the room, barely waiting for you to close the door behind her.

“I can’t believe you,” she says, voice trembling. “You got me pregnant, and you just… go on with your life like nothing happened.”

Her frustration flares, and she throws a fist into the wall, leaving a small dent.

“Oh, what? Mad about your precious wall?” she snaps sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “Guess that’s the real tragedy here.”

She pauses, shaking her hand from the impact. “You know what, forget it. Just… get me some ice.”