• I sighed, and looked again.
    Nope, same result.
    I shook the tester angrily, and stared at the small screen. Two pink lines stared back. I checked the pamphlet again, just to be sure

    Pregnant.

    I closed my eyes. What had I-we done? I dropped the tester into the trash and looked into the bathroom mirror. My flat brown hair hung messily about my head, my blue eyes were red from lack of sleep. I had gotten only a few hours last night. And now I had to go school, knowing this huge, depressing, life-destroying thing was growing inside me, preparing itself to ruin my life.
    Wonder what the daddy will say?


    I could see his smile all the way down the hall. Things slowed down, and I could only see him, smiling. I was about to break that smile. Time resumed, and I slipped between the crowds of people until he was within arms reach.
    "Gage," I began, but he silenced me with a kiss. I gasped, waiting for the shock of fire to consume the lockers around us, but then my hand fell to my neck, where it clasped around the necklace he had given me to control my powers. I breathed out in relief as he pulled away, brimming with joy.
    "Last night was amazing, Angela!" he laughed, reaching an arm over my shoulder. I squirmed, and tried to push away "Gage, about last night-"

    "About last night indeed." I froze, recognizing the high, nazaly voice instantly. She stood to our left, wearing a plaid skirt and cardigan, a small blue head band dotting her perfectly straight blond hair. She was the picture of innocent perfection, but anyone who had attended this school for one day knew she was a devil sent to torture us.
    "Aggie." Gage replied blankly. A thought registered in my mind. Aggie? Her name is Agatha, you had to be close to her to call her Aggie.
    "Gage." she nodded at him, her perfect lips placed in a tight frown. "Angela." Her frown deepened. "So, do you want to explain yourselves, or should I do it for you?' she said this with a certain cool that let me know she was planning something.
    "What do you mean?" I asked. With a click her cellphone was out and was being held in front of my face. A video she had taken began to play, and I recognized the park in the dark. I swallowed. Two figures came onto the screen, they kissed, kissed more, sat down on a bench, began undressing, I couldn't watch anymore, and I turned my head away. Agatha merely smiled with victory.
    "I see you recognize it. And it's gonna be everywhere in three seconds unless this," she waved her finger between the two of us, "comes to an end." Gage's hand slid away from mine and dropped to his side. I looked up, astonished, as he moved a few paces away and hung his head.
    "Gage!" I cried. He shook his head. "I'm- I'm sorry Angela. She'll do it, you know she will. Everyone will know, we'll be shunned. I can't do that to you."
    No. No way was he serious. My head was reeling, when it hit me. Aggie? Why else would he know or call her by her nick name. It's because he's popular. He can't risk his rep for me, it's too important. Now that is cruel. "No, Gage! You can't do it for you!." tears streamed down my face. He didn't care enough to even try to stand up to her. Her.. my gaze shifted to Agatha, smiling wickedly. This is her fault.
    My hand ripped the necklace from my throat, and in one swing sent it crashing to the ground where it shattered, the pieces scattering all over the floor. "Angela!" Gage cried. I ignored him, and walked up to Agatha, grabbing her hand in an iron grip.
    "Hey, get off me!" She yelled, but I clutched her hand defiantly, already sensing the heat on my hand. She struggled and I watched as her perfect face broke out in an expression of alarm, her perfect hair flying around her as she tugged, trying to escape.
    "Angela, let go of her!" His tone was scared, on the verge of desperate. I turned to him, one last tear trickling down my cheek.

    "I'm pregnant."

    In one swift movement I pulled Agatha to my lips, kissing her with an intense fury and pain I had never known before. The fire burst from my body, burning the air. I closed my eyes, still kissing Agatha furiously.Electric shocks ran through me, noise thundered around us, the sounds of explosions. Smoke and red fire swarmed us, and I let nature take it's course, the world plunging into flames. Then I felt it.
    A hand around my waist. A delicate, careful, female hand. That's when I realized that Agatha was kissing back. She was pulling herself closer, amid the fire and ashes, forcing herself on me, her hand now free of my grip held my mouth to her lips. Our bodies melted, became one. No thought of resistance came to me, and I immersed my self in her body, feeling her curves, tasting her tongue. Swirling, entwining my fingers in her hair, clasping her beautiful legs to me, spinning, the explosions only amplifying our passion as we kissed. It was warm, soft, amazing. Then, cold, on the arm the was holding her leg. A tug, and..
    Our lips separated, our bodies pulled apart, my eyes flashed open.