Dylan Storm is ready as ever to meet some new people and let loose at Cortals university after "losing" her best friend to the shackles of a relationship, something that she has sworn off of after seeing her parents crash and burn. She is completely...
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Dylan Storm
I'm in a mood today, or more realistically the last few days. Maybe the last few weeks.
It literally just became November and apparently, that means it's allowed to be as cold as the arctic circle in New York. There's already snow on the ground and I slip a minimum of once a day on some random ice patch on my way to class. I think it's turned my ass into a permanent bruise. In the city November was never this brutal, maybe February gets this cold but never November.
But thank god it's finally Friday and I can spend the entire weekend curled up in my nice warm dorm watching re-runs of my favorite TV shows.
The sun is already setting after my last class as I make my way back to my dorm and I feel extremely out of breath by the time I get to the front door of the building. Walking to the elevator and down the hallway to my room almost feels like an Olympic sport with how tired I am.
When I unlock the door I welcome the reprieve that I'm alone and Jackson is still at class, taking my time to change out of my daytime clothes and into pajamas before climbing into my bed. When I reach around to take my bra off I skim my boobs and they hurt, aching with the barely there touch of my fingertips.
God, what is wrong with me lately?
I need to figure out what the fuck could be wrong with me, I don't being so tired and out of breath along with sore boobs are symptoms of the freshman fifteen. Typing my symptoms into Google I also scream at the first two results.
"Breast cancer? Pregnancy?" I say in a barely constrained whisper.
Could I have cancer?
I try to think back to things that could clue me into what's going on when it hits me like a stack of bricks. When I was on FaceTime with Ivy two weeks ago she was complaining about how bad her cramps were from her period and I didn't think anything of it because I was spotting and figured that my period was just starting but then it didn't come and I didn't think anything of it because I thought I was just adjusting to a new routine.
Oh fuck, am I pregnant?
No, no. I'm sure my body is just de-regulated from all the stress of mid-terms a few weeks ago and the Thanksgiving break with my dad looming over me.
My brain keeps spiraling to the point im just pacing back and forth across the room when Jackson gets back to the dorm, his face twinged red from the cold and matching the tears welling in my eyes.
"Dylan?" he questions, stopping my pacing with two hands on my shoulders and forcing me to look up at him, "you ok?"
"No." I say with a wail, the floodgates finally breaking free at what could be the reality of my situation.
And I never cry, so you know this is serious.
"What's up? What do you need?"
I wipe the tears under my eyes, calming myself down enough to try and get some words out, "I need- I need you to go to- to CVS. Can you get me- me uh, the biggest thing of chocolate you can find and uhm..." My voice hiccups, the words not wanting to leave my lips, "and, uh, a pregnancy test?"
