Cam made his way back to me about a minute after Wes walked out the door.

He was smiling, a sad look in his eyes as he took in my emotions. Something he'd been able to read like a book since we were kids.

"You okay?" I nodded.

"I think it'll be better now, actually. Having. . . having the feelings all cleared up and being able to say goodbye. I can move on." He pulled me into a side hug, nodding.

"I love you more than you could even begin to imagine, Blake. Just know that I'm here if you need to talk about him, as a friend, a boyfriend, a psychiatrist. Whatever you need, I'm here."

*

After bidding Shay and Raymond a quick goodbye, we headed out about an hour and a half before the dance ended. Cam was suggesting multiple restaurants we could head too, but I wasn't even close to being hungry and just forced him to take us back home.

I was beyond surprised when we pulled into a CVS parking lot and he put the car in park, his eyes as dark as the night sky.

"What are we doing here?" I glanced over my shoulder, "I don't think they sell real food here, Cam." I tried to joke, hoping he's at least crack a smile.

He only stared at me blankly.

"I didn't stop here for food. There's a Chinese take-out place up the street." He pulled the keys from the ignition slowly, "You know exactly what we're here for, Blake." I leaned back in my seat, forcing my eyes shut.

"Why now, Cam? I wanted to have a great night, one to remember-"

"Would you rather lay in bed all night and wonder, Blake? Because I sure as hell don't want to spend my Prom night laying in bed and letting the thought of my girlfriend, my best friend, being pregnant bounce around in there." I climbed out of the car without another word, feeling his fingers lace through mine halfway through the parking lot.

The bell that went off above my head broke me out of my dazed state, startling Cam just as bad. He jumped back, his head whipping up in shock.

He led me through the store, my hand gripping his tighter and tighter the closer we got to the feminine care isle.

"How many?" Cam croaked, his hand shaking a little as he brushed it across the boxes laid out in rows in front of us. I shook my head, wrapping my hands around his bicep.

"Mom said at least two to be sure that it's accurate. B. . . but we don't have to do this tonight. We-"

"Blake," He turned and took my face in his hands, so gentle that I barely felt his hands against my cheeks, "We've got to do this."

He swept three of the tests into his arms and led me back toward the front counter, grabbing a few chocolate bars along the way and tossing them up beside the tests.

"How are you?" Cam asked the cashier, catching her eying the pregnancy tests with a dirty look. She lifted her head in surprise, her eyes scanning the boy's face in front of her.

"I'm good. How are you?" They carried on a conversation as she rang everything up, acting as if I were no more than a piece of scenery behind Cam.

He waited until we were back to the car to finally speak to me directly, the color in his knuckles gone as he gripped the steering wheel.

"Once we do this, it's over, Blake. The pain of not knowing, the feeling of desperation. It'll be gone when we see the results on those tests."

*

Somehow I managed to do everything right with the tests. How I didn't drop the tests in the toilet was beyond me.

Cam stood outside the bathroom door, tapping his fingers anxiously against the door frame as he waited for his cue to come in.

The five minutes we had to wait seemed to drag on for hours, allowing every little thought to ricochet back and forth in my head.

If there were two red lines on any of those tests, then that would be it. I wouldn't be able to go to Stanford next year. I would have a child, another human being to take care of when I had hard enough time taking care of myself.

"Blake, babe, it's time." Cam knocked on the door lightly before turning the knob and walking in. He left the door wide open behind him, smiling weakly when he saw how terrified I was.

"It's okay." He whispered. He leaned over the sink, but his expression didn't give me any sign of what the results were.

His eyes were still dark, his cheeks still flushed as if he'd run a mile before walking in here. He didn't tense or back away. He only stared.

"Cam?" I tried to stand, but my legs didn't seem to have the same idea. The second I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through my leg and I collapsed back on to the cold tile.

"Cameron, what does it say?" I choked, giving him a pleading look. He moved backwards and leaned back against the wall, bringing his hands up and rubbing them against his cheeks.

"Cam?" I repeated, trying to force myself up. Before I could try to get him to respond again, he shook his head and dropped his hands into fists at his side.

"I can't do this." He stalked out of the room. I watched after him, stared at my bed in the middle of the room expectantly, waiting for him to return.

Seconds turned into minutes, and after a few, I realized he was gone and wasn't coming back.

"Blake, sweetie. You in here?" I heard Mom's soft knock on my door. When I didn't answer, I heard the sound of it creak open, followed by her heavy footsteps.

"What are you doing on the floor?" She gasped, grabbing my arms and pulling me up beside her, "I don't even remember the last time I cleaned it. It's filthy."

The angry expression faltered when she saw the look on my face.

"Did something happen with Cameron? He stormed out of the house a few minutes ago." I didn't answer her, but tore myself from her grip and leaned against my bathroom sink for support.

I dropped my head, letting my eyes fall on the results of the three tests spread out in my sink. I felt my stomach churn and send what I'd eaten on the way home back up, into the toilet a few feet away. Mom crouched down beside me, rubbing my back as she held my hair in a tight grip, whispering soothing words in my ear.

Once I was done, I flushed the toilet and rolled over so my warm cheek was against the ice cold bath tub.

"What's wrong, honey? Do I need to take you down to the hospital? I thought the bug was gone." She reached over and touched my cheek, wrinkles appearing around her eyes as she narrowed them.

"Did you lie to me? You said you felt better, Blake. You tol-"

"I'm pregnant." I shook my head, "I'm pregnant, Mommy." She sat there frozen for a millisecond, her lips parting in surprise.

"Everyone lied to me. They said it wasn't likely that I was. That it usually doesn't happen the first time." I wrapped my arms around my legs and hugged them against my chest, "And the one time Cam wasn't carrying them with him, Mom. The one time!" She fell on to her butt beside me, slipping her arm around my shoulders and pulling me closer to her.

"Nobody can promise you things like that, sweetheart. Nobody knows your body, nobody but you knew what happened that night." She kissed the top of my head, "It's going to be okay, baby girl. I'm here for you, through it all. Your sister, Shay, Ca-"

"He ran out!" I could feel hysterics starting to surface, "He saw the results and he ran out on me, Mom! What does that say about him? What if he doesn't want anything to do with me anymore? What if he does and then leaves when the baby is born?" She didn't respond, and maybe it was a good thing she didn't. Nothing she would have said would have made me feel better.

My best friend, my boyfriend, my entire world, had ran out on me. For years he had loathed his father for leaving him when he needed him the most, in his weakest moments. He had seen the answer to what we had been anticipating and had run like a coward.

"Calm down." Mom rubbed my arm, "Blake, it's going to be okay, I promise." I shook my head, burying my face in between my knees.

The logical part of me knew that none of this would have happened if I hadn't agreed to that ridiculous bet two months ago. If I hadn't let myself become someone else, someone that didn't give a shit.

The Blake I knew would have made sure Cam had protection. Hell, she might not have ever been in bed with him in the first place. She would have taken everything slow, tried to take everything in instead of acting on her emotions and doing something reckless.

I wasn't that Blake anymore, she was lost somewhere in the back of my mind.

I don't even know who I am anymore and it scares the hell out of me.

***AN***

Funnily enough, this wasn't how I planned to write this. I was going to have it all be a scare. But I felt that her actually being pregnant put the message across better than it being a scare does. 

Let me know what you guys thought!

~ChasingMadness24