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Chapter 8 Charlie My hands tremble as I dump the contents of the plastic bag out on my bed. I just bought every brand of pregnancy test they had at Walgreens. I’ve been queasy for a couple days now, but I didn’t think anything of it, not until I full-on puked on my route this morning and realized my period is also late. Fuck, f**k, f**k. I’m on the pill! This isn’t supposed to happen. I mean, I was on the pill, and Lance used a condom. What are the chances of the condom slipping off and the pill being ineffective? Pretty freaking slim, I’m sure! I draw a deep breath in and release it. Butterflies flap in my belly. Or maybe that’s morning sickness. This wasn’t the plan. An accidental pregnancy with a player is the opposite of the plan. He may not be a player, something whispers from