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I went to bed following yesterday's drama. Pregnancy is an exhausting subject afterall. I was dying for a nice long lie in but sadly, the world was against me once again as three thundering knocks came at my front door. I moaned and checked the time- my brother was at work and my parents were out shopping. It's probably my nan so I crawl out of my lovely warm bed and plod down the stairs.
Four more knocks ring out in my hallway, loud enough to give a deaf man a headache.

"Bloody hell- CALM DOWN! I'm coming"

I swing the door back and I see a flash of red before a slap on my cheek. It's Rachel.
Rachel isn't my best friend really- we're a bit like a married couple. It's a love, hate relationship but we're always there for each other.
After she hit me and stormed into my house, the shouting began.

Rachel- "YOU GOT PREGNANT BY SOME RANDOM STRANGER YOU STUPID SLUT?"

wow... news travels pretty darn fast these days

Me- "Good morning to you too"

Rachel- "Steve rang me last night. Apparently you told him that some guy called Phil got you pregnant. Quick question Abi- when you fell out of the Stupid tree, did you happen to hit every single branch on your way down? Or were you just dropped on your head a lot as a child?"

Me- "Rachel, c'mon you know me better-"

Rachel- "Oh my God! You can't have a child- you'll die and stuff"

Me- "Seriously red-head, I can't believe you even think-"

Rachel- "You're gonna get kicked out of your home, you'll waste all your money on baby clothes so you'll have to sell drugs and become a prostitute whilst leaving an escaped murderer or rapist to look after your child. AND you're gonna get Piles!"

I try to keep a serious face but I end up on the floor crying with laughter. I can hear Rachel giggling too. Eventually I stand up, hold her by the shoulders and look straight into her eyes.

Me- "Rachel, I swear on my life- I'm not pregnant, I've never had sex, I'm not going to become a prostitute or suffer from piles. Most importantly- I don't know anyone called Phil"

Rachel looks so happy she's on the verge of tears. But she's just like me- never cries in public. In fact, I don't think she's ever cried at all in her life.

Rachel- "Then why- for the love of God- why did you tell Steve you were pregnant?"

I explain the whole situation to her. She calls me a nutter and says I should check in to my local hospital before leaving me alone in my living room to go to her boyfriend's house.
I think she's right- I really do need help. I think for a while. I hadn't really thought about this carefully. What if I had got pregnant? Or not even that, what if I had had sex that night? My life would have been totally ruined. I'd never be the same person again. My family probably would disown and abandon me. I'd be a single mother at the age of 15. What the hell was I thinking?
I begin to panic- these are scary thoughts and I try to push them to the back of my mind. I look up and they vanish completely.

Steve is standing in the doorway with his new girlfriend. Three thoughts come rushing into my head:

1) It's the first time I've seen Steve in two months, and he's seeing me in nothing more than a tank top and girl boxers

2) It's the first time I've met his girlfriend, and she's seeing me in nothing more than a tank top and girl boxers

3) My God, his girlfriend is really ugly...