Bea and I lay on my bed facing the ceiling, should I tell her? She was going on and on about how disgusting the boys were at school, how they were so immature and all they wanted to do was go to B_Con and play DotA,
"-not even the fact that they aren't -"
"I'm pregnant." I blurted.
She raised her eyebrows and smirked, "Right, Trace. Always the joker."
She waited for my comeback, but I didn't say anything. I kept silent, trying to stop the tears from showing. I held my breath because even my exhales shook with fear. I could already imagine how stupid she thought I was. How she wouldn't want to be seen with me anymore, how I would walk the hallways alone, how the priests at school would look down at me and shake their heads and furrow their brows.
"Trace? You are joking right?" she asked, sitting up.
I couldn't take it, the tears slipped out and I shook my head 'no'.
"Tracy Margaret C. De Luna, tell me the truth!"
"I'm not joking, Bea! Why do you think I would be crying if I was? I've dug my grave and there's no way out!"
She bit her bottom lip, put her hand on mine and clasped it hard,
"How can you be sure? How do you know? Are you gonna tell your parents? You didn't even tell me you did it with a guy! Who was it?! I'm going to kill him!"
I shook my head, not wanting to answer anything, I stayed silent and lay there. Letting her hold my hand as I scared myself with dark thoughts of the future.