Page 10 of Need You To Choose Me

This isn’t real.

It can’t be real.

“Sav?”

Taking two steps at a time, I climb to the second floor and start pulling the door open until I find Rebecca’s bedroom. I’m loudly panting as I cross the space. Once I’m in the bathroom, I crouch down and yank open the cabinet under the sink, and sure enough, just like Becky said, a stack of five pregnancy tests is sitting there.

My throat bobs as I swallow.

Slowly, I grab one box in my hand and get to my feet. My gaze meets my frantic reflection in the mirror. I look like a madwoman—hair wild, face pale, pupils dilated.

This is all just in my head, right?

It had to be.

I was just late.

That’s all.

It wouldn’t be the first or the last time it happened.

It was just stress.

There is no way I could be pregnant.

Those stormy eyes boring into mine flash in my mind, reminding me of that night.

We used a condom, right?

Everything was blurry, but we had to have used it.

I couldn’t use hormonal birth control, so I always made sure the guy wore a condom.

My grip on the box tightens, crumpling the paper.

Don’t be a ninny, Sav. It’s just a plastic stick.

A plastic stick that can change my whole life.

But I couldn’t not know.

I rip into the box with shaky hands. It takes me a couple of tries before I manage to open it, and the pregnancy test falls into the sink. Taking it in my hands, I flip it from one side to the other until I figure out what to do.

Letting out a shaky breath, I squeeze the plastic stick and go to the toilet.

There is a loud knock on the door. “Sav?”

Becky.

Doing my best to tune my friend out, I concentrate on the task at hand. It seems like it takes forever before I finally manage to pee. Closing the lid, I place the test on the counter and wash up. That damn thing sitting next to me like a ticking time bomb.

“Savannah!” More knocking. “What the hell? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

My time was running out. Sliding my fingers through my hair, I force myself to look at the stick.

“Becky, maybe she needs a moment,” Kate chastises.

“She had her moment.” The door handle rustles as somebody, Becky probably, bangs against it. “If you don’t open this door immediately, I’m going to knock the…”