Page 52 of His Secret Virgin

“Oh,” she said then stood up. “That’s not a big deal.” She wiped her eyes and then straightened out her shirt, which had gotten all out of whack. “I’ll take you to the clinic I go to. They allow walk-ins. You don’t even have to pay; it’s all free.”

Somehow, the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. It felt like if I just didn’t say them, then it wouldn’t be true or something like that. “No.”

She shook her head. “No? What does that mean, Emma? Don’t you want to get on birth control? I mean, you don’t want anyone to know you’re dating this guy. If you don’t get on birth control, then you’ll have to tell everyone that you guys have been screwing around if you get yourself pregnant.”

I just stared at her, hoping she wouldn’t make me say it. But she seemed kind of clueless. Or maybe she just didn’t want to think it either.

Without any idea of what to do, I reached into my purse and pulled out the little stick that had changed my life. Holding it out to her, I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t see the disappointment on her face as my reality sank into her brain.

“Oh, no,” she whispered. Her arms came around me as she hugged me. “Oh, Emma.”

“I’ve really messed up, Val,” I whimpered.

“I know,” she whimpered right back. “This is bad, really bad.”

So, I hadn’t been wrong or overly dramatic. This really was bad. I’d messed up worse than I ever had before. And I hadn’t ever really messed up, so my parents would be genuinely shocked and utterly disappointed.

Christopher would hate me. I knew that for sure. He’d hate me for getting pregnant. He’d hate me for leaving him, which I knew I had to. He’d hate me for being so immature as to not get myself on birth control before giving myself to him.

And he’ll hate our baby too.