She had no choice. In her current state, she'd be lucky if she could walk down the hall without keeling over. A three mile jog was out of the question. Though she hated relying on him too much, Sandy knew that she had to ask Kevin for this. She had no doubt he'd be willing to help her, but he'd definitely want to talk about what happened last night. Sandy wasn't sure she knew the answers for herself at this point. Nevertheless, she pulled out her phone and jotted out a quick call for help.
[Kev? I need a ride.]
[Sure thing. I'll be there soon.]
Sandy sighed with relief. No questions asked. It was nice that she could so easily trust him, even if she didn't always want to.
[Love you, sweets.]
Now that was a topic she didn't even want to broach. They hadn't been dating that long, and after one night, he was throwing the word love around? She didn't dare reply back, for fear he'd misunderstand her. Heck, she was misunderstanding herself, after all the bizarre symptoms and peculiar emotional states. What had changed in her from seventeen to eighteen? Did becoming a "true" woman affect her more than she realized? And another thing, why was she asking so many questions of herself?
Sandy sighed and gave up the search for the perfect answer. Her life's complications were no different from any other's, she supposed. So why bother questioning them? She thought back to the blissful woman on the coin. Yes, she could be like that, too. Happy, contented. Pregnant. What a joke! As if that one night could affect her that suddenly.
Kevin honked his horn. Without a second thought, Sandy snatched up her coin and her backpack and headed out. Kevin greeted her with that same smile, and Sandy had to stifle a laugh.
"How're you feeling? Better? You didn't look so good this morning."
"Psh, neither did you. I'm just not a morning person."
Her uncharacteristically cold response chilled Kevin. She held out for a moment, then apologized.
"Sorry. I'm fine, since you were concerned."
"Good to know. I just thought that maybe--"
Sandy cut him off by turning up the radio. Kevin was good at reading subtle hints, so he didn't pry with any more questions. At least until they pulled up to the gates.
Kevin shut off the radio post haste, and turned fully to Sandy.
"Sandy, what happened last night?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you feel any different?"
"Yeah, I feel a day older. I feel eighteen. So what?"
"No, I mean-- Gah! You're going to think I'm crazy."
"I already do, babe. So what's up?"
"There was this dream I had about us last night."
"Oh?"
Sandy didn't really want to hear it, but kept on listening anyways.
"In the dream, we were- well, you were-- y'know--"
"I really don't."
"Uhm-- you know what we were doing last night?"
And here it comes: the moment Sandy had been dreading. She knew he'd find a way to work it into the conversation somehow.
"What comes after that, y'know. You were--"
"Pregnant, right? You had a dream where I was pregnant."
"Yeah... I thought it was weird. I mean, because you would know or tell me if you were, right?"
"Right..."
Kevin seemed to believe it wasn't a dream. This irked Sandy.
"Sorry, that was odd. Don't think anything of it. I'll see you after school."
"Sure, sure."
"Love you, sweets."
He leaned in to kiss her, but she offered her cheek instead. He was definitely getting too attached to her for his own good. She didn't want to push him further into this fantasy of his. They parted ways with a simple embrace.
"Now to find Lila and Holly. Let's hope Kev didn't talk to them, too."
Her stomach squeezed a bit, forcing Sandy to stop for a moment. The pain had subsided for a bit around Kevin, but the moment he left she was back into her own personal hell. If this continued, she might have to keep him around! The very idea...
She clutched her stomach in pain. This was worse than a period, and she still had no idea what it was. At this point, a trip to the clinic sounded wonderful. Maybe the nurse could find out what was ailing her. But, then again, if she kept her friends waiting, there'd be more problems to worry about. The pain had subsided before, it would subside again.
Should she make a pit stop at the nurse's office to see what's wrong, or meet up with her friends to get her mind off of things?
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