"I might," she answered, her face ten shades paler than her normal hue.
Grabbing her hand, I yanked her to her feet. Coach Hamm stopped his introduction of Renee and turned to find out what everyone in the audience was watching.
"I haven't got done introducing you yet, Renee," Coach Hamm teased. He didn't even bother looking at me, already used to my weird behavior.
"I'm not going to college. I'm pregnant and I’m going to marry my boyfriend when he gets back from the marines," she shouted before sprinting out of the auditorium, never letting go of my hand.
"I can't believe you announced your baby like, well, me. You've been hanging out with me too much."
My breath wheezed in and out as Renee paced back and forth by my car. Not expecting to run tonight, those extra tacos I ate made it hard to move during our getaway.
"Please tell me I didn't just announce I was pregnant and not going to school. And that I made up some fake boyfriend." She rubbed her forehead as if to erase her actions.
"Do you want me to lie to you? I never understand what people want me to say when they say that. I mean, you know you did it. Unless you had some weird out of body experience and blacked out. Did you black out?"
Renee giggled and leaned against my car. "No, I didn't black out. I just couldn't handle it anymore."
"Is Coach Rutching the father?"
Her chin fell to her chest, admitting defeat. Seeing the panic and anger mixed on her face when Coach Hamm announced Bruno's spawn, it was easy to guess why Renee acted the way she did.
"You can't tell anyone. He doesn’t know. That’s why I made up the fake boyfriend."
"Nene, you're a minor. You're on his high school team. It's illegal. He should have to take responsibility. He should be thrown in jail."
"I know. I know. Please don't say anything. I’m so embarrassed and his wife’s pregnant. What was I thinking? He never had feelings for me. I don’t want him to know ever."
She was pleading with me and I couldn't tell her no. Renee had become my best friend and I didn’t want to lose her.
"I won't say anything. I promise. What are we going to do now?"
"I have no idea."
"Renee," Mrs. Thorne’s voice whisper-shouted as she stomped toward us.
Renee’s father was close on her heels.
"I'm sorry," Renee said when they reached us.
"What the hell do you mean you're not going to school?" Her mother shrieked.
"Didn't you hear me? I'm pregnant."
"You can get rid of it and we can put this whole ugly scenario behind us." Her father's quick words dug deep in my stomach and I couldn't imagine what Renee was going through.
"I don't think I want to get an abortion. I don’t even know if I can. I’m already in my second trimester."
My parents lingered behind, not interfering.
"Of course you want to get an abortion. I’m sure the option’s still available. You want to go to college. Everything changed when you started hanging out with her." Renee's mom pointed at me and I giggled.
It was the worst thing to possibly do, I knew that. But when I was in uncomfortable situations I couldn't help but do the worst possible thing. It was ingrained in me.
"How can you laugh at this?" Her dad fumed.
"Stop, it's not Kenna's fault.” Renee put her arm around my shoulders.
"It can’t be my fault. I don't even have a penis," I argued.
