School was terrible, and that was an understatement. I wanted to forget the last in-person encounter I had with Chase, but it was impossible with everyone watching me and the rumors. The last few days had been emotionally exhausting and downright miserable.
“So, I know you know it’s bad, but I still want to prepare you for the sh*t storm coming your way,” Hannah said, holding my hand.
“How bad could it be?” I asked, hopeful and desperate for some leniency from the rumor mill. Hannah shook her head and broke out the doe eyes, meaning it was the worst I could imagine.
“Well, congratulations, you’re pregnant,” she said while doing jazz hands. I slowly hit my head on the locker.
“That was just awesome, and who is the father?” I asked.
“It’s a tie between four different guys, including a college guy you met at a party,” Hannah explained. Sharing the false rumors with me was not helping.