“I think we need to think this thing through and do the right thing.”
I nodded. I knew what she was trying to say—we needed to stop fucking each other and go back to our old lifestyle. But that was impossible. I could never do that. It wasn’t what I wanted. All I wanted was to hold Jenn tight in my arms and tell her how much I wanted her to be with me, as my girlfriend. We could tell our parents we were dating. After all, we were both adults and not blood related. I didn’t see how that would hurt.
“And I’m sure you already know what the right thing is,” Jenn said, looking at me, her eyes full of excitement.
I was confused about why she would be excited about not having sex with me. I guess she was ready to move on with Jason or someone else and probably just wanted to finalize things with me before she did that. I tried unsuccessfully to sound cheerful. “I do, and if that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do.”
“Great, so what I want us to do is…” she started.
I braced myself, but instead of speaking, she got up and ran to the bathroom. I could hear her throwing up in the bathroom. Maybe she needed to see a doctor to take care of the bug. I ran after her, all snippets of our conversation forgotten. Maybe another time, but right now, I needed to make sure she was okay.
JENN
I was in the bathroom, the third time in three consecutive days I had been sick, wondering what was wrong with me and annoyed by the timing of my nausea. I was just about to tell Tyler that I wanted him so badly and wanted to see if he was open to us making our relationship public. I kind of thought he would be open to that since Stacey was just a distraction he didn’t really care too much about. I knew Tyler would get over Stacey as quickly as he got into her. It had taken me all night to come up with the best way to tell him what we could do to make things easier.
Initially, I was going to tell him that maybe we should slow down on fucking so we wouldn’t get into trouble; then I realized it wasn’t what I really wanted. I needed him, and if I gave him up that easily, I wasn’t really fighting for what I wanted. So I decided to ask him if he wanted to be my official boyfriend. If he didn’t want to, I could laugh it off as a joke and go to plan B, which was discontinuing the fucking completely. But I was cooped up in the bathroom sick, and I didn’t know if I’d ever have the courage to finish my statement.
“Jenn, you okay?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice barely a whisper, and then I said a tad bit louder, “Yes.”
“Okay, I’ll be right here if you need anything.”
“Sure,” I said as I rinsed my mouth one more time and left the bathroom. Like he had said, he was right outside, and when I stepped out, he offered me a mint.
“This should help calm your belly.” I nodded and gratefully took the mint. “So, do you think you should see a doctor? You could be sick.”
“I could be sick, except I’m not sure what I’ve eaten that could have made me this sick most of the week.”
“You ate me?” he said, trying to crack a joke, but his words caused an alarm to go off in my head.
“Shit!”
“Shit what?” he said.
“I did eat you,” I said.
“You mean my cock is making you sick?” he grinned.
“No, I mean your cock could have made me pregnant.”
“Damn!” he said, his eyes wide.
“Yes, hot damn,” I said.
“But your period? Don’t you know when you’re safe?” he asked.
“I do, but I haven’t done a good job of keeping track. It’s not like I was sexually active before you,” I said, annoyance creeping into my voice. I hadn’t even confirmed if I was pregnant or not and my hormones were going crazy.
“So, should we do some sort of pregnancy test?” he asked, looking at me, his deep brown eyes unable to hide the uncertainty in them.
I was going to start preaching about how we should have been more careful and how he should have been more careful since he was the older of us, but I decided against it. We were already panicking. No need to make things worse.
“Yes, that would be good,” I said, getting up and putting on my shoes. “Coming to the pharmacy with me?”