“Life is like a sharp stick, Rihanna.” Jenny said, melodramaticly.

I rolled my eyes, “How exactly?”

“Sometimes it just,” she sniffled, “stabs you in the heart!” She fell back on my bed, and continued began to sob. “How could he do that to me?! How!” She mumbled on about Jason, her ex-boyfriend, who dumped her for some chick named Molly.

Jenny is my best friend in the whole world, and I truly hate to see her like this! But, it starts to get less sad and more annoying when she moans for months on end. I mean, Jason was a total jerk. The only reason she dated him was because he was popular, anyway. The truth is, she got consumed by the politics of high school, and never really loved Jason.

“Jenny, you’ve got to stop this! It’s not like you were planning on marrying the guy!” I through my hands up in the air.

“You just don’t get it!” she jumped to her feet, and stood next to me. “We were in love! And he through it all away for that—“

I looked at her with an eyebrow raised, “We agreed on not calling her that.”

“Fine! That jerk!” she continued with a groan. She slumped back on my bed, and sulked for a minute, until her phone dinged.

“Ooh party!”

My eyebrow raised again, she went straight from melancholy to excitement. “Okay—“

“It’s at 8971 on Willowbrooke ave— 11:00 tonight— I’m going home, love ya!”

“Love you—“

Next thing I knew she was rolling down the street in her red mustang, absolutely no care in the world.

***

In my lifetime, I’ve been to a few parties… but none like this.

People were jumping off the roof, drinking beer, and… being hooligans! I will admit, the only reason I go to parties is for Jenny, but at least they’re enjoyable. This does not seem enjoyable in any way, shape, or form.

“Heyyyy girl!” Jenny slurred, clearly already drunk.

I blinked, plainly, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, she’s fine.” A guy, about six feet said, appearing from behind her.

“And, who are you?” I questioned, crossing my arms.

“Anyone you want me to be—“

“Jenny, why are you with this bafoon?”

“Rihannaaaa! You don’t get ittt.” she continued slurring, and practically fell on me. “We’re in love! You jusssst don’t get it!”

“Yes we are!” he replied. They obviously weren’t. She was drunk, he was trying to take advantage of her.

“Listen little boy,” I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in, close enough for whispering, “I can beat the snot out of you if I wanted to, okay? I don’t care what position you are on the football team, you stand no chance whatsoever.” I let go of him, and he started backing up.

“Sorry Jackie, no offense, but your not worth the arguing— even though I could easily that that girl!” he yelled, not realizing her name was Jenny.

***

The party was a few days ago, which means today is officially spring break, which aslo means Jenny went to Hawaii for a little vacay.

Meanwhile, I’m stuck here at home. That is, until he knocked on my door.

I ran to the door, my parents were out, so I was responsible for the house. I looked through the peephole, and it was a boy from school. I turned the knob and pulled, “Hi? Need something?” I asked.

“Listen— I need help! I’ve seen you sround school and you seem pretty nice! I even saw you at my party!”

“That monstrosity was yours?!” I said, slightly alarmed.

“Hey!” he pointed, “you participated!”

“On the contrary, I was simply there to save my friend from her slightly naive tendencies!”

He rolled his eyes, “Well listen,” and then he spilled to me all the details and gossip from the party, then ended with, “I found a pregnancy test in my trash can.”

I shrugged, “Why do you care? If she took the test there, then she probably didn’t get pregnant there. I mean, who does that right after… you know!”

“I care because I’m a curious cat—“

“So your nosey?”

“The word I used was curious!”

***

Where did I go wrong? Was it when I befriended Jenny in fifth grade? Or was it when I let her start being obsessed with boys and parties? Maybe it was when I agreed to help this nosey weirdo (who I later found out his named is Greg) find out who peed on the stick! Why do I do these things? Well, possibly because I have absolutely nothing better to do. But is that an excuse? Is it?

“Alright,” I said, sitting down at my dining room table across from him, “Who did you invite?”

“Well…” he tapped his chin, “McKenzie, Margot, Penny, Charles, Dan, Thomas, William, Piper, Holly, Kailey, Jack, Jaque, Fred, Sam, Ernie, Zack, Flynn, Chloe, Yolanda, Izzy, and then they invited a few people… and then the people they invited also invited people… and then some people just found the party so…”

“So you have no idea?”

“Nope.”

My phone buzzed, the caller ID said Jenny, so I answered.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“The ceiling!” She giggled nervously, “I need to tell you something.”

“What happened?”

“I’m pregnant. At the party, that was the only place I thought my parents wouldn’t look for the test…”

And the mystery was solved…

***

About nine months later, she gave birth to a baby girl. She named her Juli. Luckily, by the time Juli was born we had already gradulated high school.

Bet you didn’t suspect that plot twist…