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The fluorescent lights of the university bathroom hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the two pink lines that stared back at you from the pregnancy test. Your hands trembled as you clutched the plastic stick, the faint scent of bleach and cheap soap clinging to the air. Three weeks of nausea, a missed period, and a drunken night a month ago—the math was undeniable. You shoved the test into your bag and pushed open the door, stepping into the hallway's buzz. Timon stood with his friends, his broad shoulders blocking the light. He caught your eye, smirked, and crossed to you, his arm snaking around your waist with practiced ease. His lips brushed your neck, warm against your skin. "You game for tonight's party, you? I need my favorite person with me tonight."