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Monday, February 10th
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"I think I'm late," Tiffany mutters, her voice raspy from crying.
I look up at her with what could possibly be explained as a look of horror. "Huh?"
"I was supposed to get my period two days ago. I thought that it would come soon, but I'm starting to think the worst," she grips onto the sides of the sink as the water continues to run.
"Have you tested?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "No, but will you take me to the pharmacy?"
I nod. "You didn't drive today?"
"No, Ethan picked me up today. He said we needed to talk and instead of talking, he just hit me instead."
"We're going to the pharmacy after school, just try to avoid him if you can. Don't tell your other friends where you're going either."
The bell rings for the last class and that was our cue to leave the bathroom before anyone else came inside.
As I was headed out, Tiffany grabbed my arm. "Thanks for doing this with me. I don't know if I could do this by myself."
I nod at her. "Just meet me by my locker and stay away from Ethan. I'll see you later."
She gives me a sad smile just before I leave the restroom.
When I arrive at my last class, Ambrose is already waiting for me outside.
Everything okay?
He must've noticed the concerned look on my face as I walked up to him. I nod, but then I shake my head afterwards.
"Tiffany said that Ethan is doing the same thing to her like he did to me. He's got another girl lined up after her."
Ambrose's face morphs into one of disgust.
What is she going to do now?
"I'm going to the pharmacy with her to get a pregnancy test," I say quietly, hoping that no one would hear what I was talking about. "She doesn't want to do it alone so I'm going over to her place."
Do you want me to go with you?
He looks at me with a concerned look in his eyes.
"No, I'll be fine. I'm sure she just wants it to be us," I say.
He nods at me and then reaches towards my face, brushing away a piece of hair. He tucks it behind my ear and looks at me with a soft gaze.
