“What the hell is wrong with you?” Stephanie asked when she came back from class to find Chelsea leaning over the toilet. “You didn’t even drink anything last night, did you?”
“No,” Chelsea said, dry heaving. “I haven’t drank in… a while.”
“s**t, girl! If you have the flu and you give it to me….”
Stephanie’s threats cut off as a mouth full of bile was deposited in the toilet. “I don’t think that’s it,” Chelsea said. Once she was certain she was done throwing up, she turned to look at her friend. “Steph… I think… I might be….”
“Shut up!” Stephanie cut her off, not even letting her finish the statement. “Don’t you even say it! No way! No f*****g way!”
“Stephanie, I hope that’s not the case, too, but I don’t know. It’s been about two months since Heath and I did it, and we didn’t use a c
