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She couldn't believe this. She could't. It was her senior year of college. She was literally three months from graduating. Letting out a groan she stared at the stick, with the little pink plus sign, and the word pregnant across the front.

Her apartment mates would be home soon. That wouldn't do. She wrapped the stick in some toilet paper and put it in the cardboard box it had come in, then shoved it in her purse. Cora washed her hands again, as if somehow scrubbing there would scrub off all of her recent mistakes.

Tyler. That was his name. They had met at a house party, and after hours of flirting, and an amazing beer pong victory they'd started making out in the laundry room. One thing had lead to another and they'd ended up back at his place. The sex had been amazing, and he was cute, and seemingly sweet, though she imagined his sweetness could have had to do with how drunk he had been and how turned on they both were. She shook her head. It didn't matter now, whether or not he was sleep. They had a lot to figure out.

She didn't have his number. The redhead had snuck out around seven am, Tyler lying there naked, too asleep to know. It hadn't really left time to exchange info. Regardless, she did remember where he lived.