I had much to look forward to. College was over, and I received one a and two bs in my a-levels. I had got in and committed to Trinity College in Cambridge, which was the same place Newton went to. But there was one problem.

I was one month pregnant, and no one knew. Not even Sid. Not even my mom.

It scared me to death. Should I get an abortion? Should I carry the baby to term? I wasn't ready to be a mother. I was only eighteen and had a bright future ahead of me. So, what next?

The morning of Freddie's birthday, who still wasn't back home, I got a call from Cook.

"Hey, babe. What's up?"

"Where are you? We're at Naomi's, and we miss you. Naomi over here's going fucking mental and is already shitfaced," he said.

I chuckled, "I'm having lunch with my mom in a few, but I'll be over afterward. Love you."

"Love you, babe," he said.

As soon as he hung up, a sudden rush of nausea swept over me. I ran to the toilet as fast as I could and puked. The one fucking time we didn't use a condom, and I was knocked up. All I could do was kneel by the toilet and cry bitterly.

"Bri, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

I turned around and saw my mom looking down at me.

"No. I'm not sick," I said, sobbing and shaking.

My mom helped me up and looked me in the eyes, "Brianna Maire Jenkins. Tell me what's going on."

"Mom, I'm pregnant. I'm three weeks pregnant, and I'm fucking terrified," I said, sobbing into her shirt.

"Oh, sweetie," she said, "You should've told me as soon as you found out. Does Cook know?"

I shook my head, "No, he doesn't. He'd probably break up with me if he knew."

"How about we discuss this over lunch?"

My mom and I had a long talk about the subject matter. There were some tears from both of us, but we came to a decision.

We decided that I was going to get an abortion because there was no better option. I wanted to go to school, and I couldn't go to school while I was pregnant. I had my whole future in front of me, and nothing was going to stand in the way of that.

After lunch, I headed over to Naomi's house and saw Cook waiting outside.

"There she is! The sexiest girl out there," he said as he hugged and kissed me.

"Hello, handsome," I said, smiling, "Look, there's something important I have to tell you-

"I have something to tell you too. Look at this," he said. There seemed to be some notebook in his hands.

"Karen gave it to me, said it was Fred's. Something's definitely going on here," Cook flipped through pages and pages that said I love her until finally, he stopped at one page. It said in bold

"John Foster? Isn't that her therapist? Why would he want to hurt her?" I said.

"Don't know. All I know is this might give me some clue as to where Freds is. Today's his birthday, and no one's heard from him since," he said.

"He'll come back. I'm sure of it," I said.

We ended up at Freddie's shed, and Karen insisted we throw a party to celebrate his birthday. I was tired enough as it was. By the time Karen, JJ, and Cook started playing Ace of Truths, I fell asleep on Cook's shoulder.

I started to wake up and rub my eyes when Katie, Emily, and Thomas came, though. Then, Naomi arrived. Emily and Katie both looked at her cautiously. None of us was sure what was going to happen until Naomi opened her mouth. (Yes, I copied and pasted this speech because it's so beautiful.)

"I've loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you, and I was so scared of the way I felt, You know, loving a girl. I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn't work. When we got together, it scared the shit out of me because you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away. I made you think things were your fault. But really, I was just terrified of the pain. I screwed that girl, Sophia, to kind of spite you for having that hold on me. I'm a total fucking coward because I got these. These tickets to go for us three months ago. But I didn't want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back, and it's hard. It's so horrible. Because, really, I'd die for you. I love you. I love you so much it's killing me," she said. Both Emily and her were crying, and I could see tears in Katie's eyes as well.

The speech caused me to cry softly too. Cook noticed this and kissed the side of my head.

With Naomi and Emily officially back together, the party resumed. Everyone was pouring vodka shots and dancing to the music. I refused the vodka for obvious reasons but danced with everyone too.

Cook picked me up and spun me around before kissing me passionately.

"I fucking love you to bits, Bri," he said.

"I love you too, Cook. More than you could ever imagine," I giggled as I kissed him again. His lips tasted like the peppery flavor of vodka, but I loved it.

After a while, I got tired of dancing, so I sat down and talked with Effy.

"Babe, I'm going for a wee. I'll be back," Cook said, kissing me chastely on the lips before leaving the shed. I nodded and waved.

"I'll give it to you. Cook can be a tit, but he really does love you, Bri," Effy said.

I smiled, not knowing what else to say. We continued talking for a bit longer, and Cook hadn't returned yet. About ten minutes after that, he still hadn't returned.

I decided to check on him to see if he was doing alright. But when I got up, I felt light-headed. It was almost like the feeling when you're super dehydrated after running two miles.

"Bri! What the fuck?" Effy gasped, pointing at the couch.

I turned around and saw blood where I was sitting.

I ran my hand over my skirt and underwear and saw blood dripping from my fingers.

"Bri, what's going on?" Katie said.

"I think- I think-

All I remember right before that was passing out and hitting the ground.