Chapter Eighty

Gabriella

Screwed.

I wish I had another word to qualify how screwed I am but no words come to mind. I stare at the stick in my hand again for the millionth time hoping that the pink line which looks like a cross that I'm seeing isn't actually true.

I can't be pregnant.

I bite my bottom lip to keep it from trembling as tears gather in my eyes but I don't want to jump to conclusions just yet because these things aren't accurate. I just got it to find out why I've been feeling so tired and dizzy lately.

My mom must not find out though or I'm dead. She'll strangle me with her bare hands, squeeze me like cloth and spread my skin out to dry.

I'd disappointed her and myself by getting pregnant. I should have learned from her experience not to fall into a situation like this but no! One crooked smile flashed my way and I'm putty in his hands.

You can't blame me though. Any girl in my position would want to be recognized by someone like him in a crowd. He was after all every girl's dream guy a