Taking a test

I’m 5 days late. Im 19. I’m “sexually active” with my man (virgins but still grind with underwear on). “Something must have slipped. Some must have gotten through.” But we’re always carful. Stupid idiots.

I walk over to the tests on my break and look at them. “There’s a lot of people over here, I’ll wait till the end of my shift.” It’s the end of my shift and theres workers standing around the self check out. “Nah, I’ll be fine. It’ll come.”

I’m scared, I’m upset, I’m anxious.

Btw I know I’m not pregnant. Taking a test just eases my mind because I’ve got crippling anxiety, and I’m doing everything I can to relive myself.