"Fuck!" I heard Abby yell as the vomit just kept coming up, spewing into the trash can. "Dylan, are you okay?"

I didn't even get a break to answer her, my stomach kept squeezing up the only bit of food I had left in my body.

It felt as if my world had flipped upside down, and I didn't know how to get right side up. My head was spinning like a carousel at a carnival and my whole body felt like it was on fire. I sobbed between each gasp, hot tears falling out of my eyes. I felt Abby's cold hands pull my hair back out of my face and tie it messily into a bun.

"I'm going to go get you a ginger ale from the vending machine, okay? I'll be back in two seconds." She told me before sprinting out of our dorm.

I laid my head on the rim of the trashcan, gasping for air. It felt like my stomach was turning inside out. The smell was revolting, but I didn't have the energy to move. I was so tired, physically and emotionally.

The door opened just a minute later and I heard Abby take a seat on the floor next to me.

"Here, drink this. The chick next door had crackers sitting on her desk so I asked her if I could take them."

I look up from the trashcan and see a green bottle of Canada Dry ginger ale and a brown vertical bag stacked with crackers.

"I can't eat." I shake my head as I twist the cap off the ginger ale.

I took a sip of the bubbling liquid and winced as the fizz went down my throat.

"Yeah, well you're going to have to." She shoved the package in my right hand.

There was silence between us as I ripped open the packaging and ate a few crackers.

"What are you going to do?" Abby asked quietly, as if afraid I'll start vomiting again.

I felt tears stinging in my eyes and shrug lazily.

"The hell if I know." My voice wobbled through a sob, a tear running down my cheek.

She looked at me, her eyes full of sadness for me. Not pity, no. She knew I hated that. More like, she saw how messed up I was and she hated it.

"Who's the dad?" She asked me, and I looked up from my crackers in a shock.

I had never even thought about it. I was consumed by the fact that I was carrying a human being, that I didn't even think about how I ended up in this position.

When I didn't answer, her eyes grew wide.

"Dylan," She started slowly. "You know who the father is, right?"

I look around our dorm as if I'll find something with an answer on it. In honesty, I had no idea who the father was.

"I-...I don't remember."

Abby's hand flew up to her mouth, her jaw dropping.

"Dylan, no!" She said in a gasp of shock.

"Oh my God, I'm such a slut." I cover my face with my hands in embarrassment, my cheeks flaring with heat.

"No, no you're not." Abby assured me. "Don't slut shame yourself."

"But it's true!" I move my hands down to cover my mouth. "I can't even remember who knocked me up! Oh God-"

"Look, we're going to figure this out. I'll help you remember." Abby adjusted her position on the floor. "When was the last time you had sex?"

I thought about it for a second.

"Oh no-"

"What? What is it?" Abby's eyes dashed between mine in anticipation.

"Jesus fuck -- it was spring break." I throw my face in my hands in aggravation at myself.

"Vegas?" I nod and she lets out a deep sigh. "Okay, do you remember who it was? Maybe you got his number."

Abby grabs my phone from her bed and I quickly scroll through my contacts. They were all people I recognized.

I shake my head. "Fuck! He's not here."

"Do you remember his name?"

"I don't even know if I got his name! I was blackout drunk, Abby. We all were!" I exclaim, tossing my phone a few feet away from me.

Abby licked her lips and looked around the room.

"Do you remember what he looks like?"

I think as hard as I can. Everything from a month ago is just all one big fuzzy haze in my mind. I barely remember the fact that we even went to Vegas.

"Uh, I think he had brown hair." I tell her. "No, wait, dirty blonde." I think again. "Or maybe it was black hair?"

"Jesus, Dylan."

"I'm sorry! I'm really trying to remember." More tears stung my eyes and a few rolled down my cheeks.

Abby's eyebrows furrowed. "I'm sorry, I know you are. Just try harder. Do you remember where specifically you met him?"

I sniff and wipe away the tears.

"Uh, I remember a lot of lights. Like bright rainbow lights."

"That's literally anywhere in Vegas."

I throw my face in my hands and let out a sob.

"I'm so fucking stupid to put myself in this situation." More hot tears run down my cheeks.

"You're not stupid, Dylan. We were all drunk, any of us could have been in the same position as you."

I look up. "Yeah but you're not, so that says a lot."

"You mean the fact that Owen is gay and I was mostly with women during spring break?" She let out a soft chuckle.

The sound of our door opening causes the two of us to look up. Owen walks in, a smile on his face.

"What's up bitches." He exclaims, but his goofy demeanor quickly disappeared. "Ugh, what smells like vomit?"

"That would be the vomit." Abby answered, pointing towards the trash can I can sitting next to.

"What the hell happened in here?" Owen closed the door behind him and walked over to us.

"Dylan threw up."

"Oh damn, are you okay? What happened?"

I picked up the two pregnancy tests on the floor and handed them to him. He took them with confusion and his face changed as he studied them.

"Oh shit." He mumbled as he sat down on the floor.

"Yeah, that was my reaction too. Only you didn't throw up." I lazily lay my head back on the rim of the trash can.

"Who's the lucky guy?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out." Abby answered.

"You mean you don't know? Oh, Dylan, honey-"

"I know, I'm a slut." I finish before Owen could.

"That's not what I was going to say, but that works too."

I heard a slap sound.

"Shut up, Owen, you're not helping."

"Jeez, sorry. Just trying to make light of the situation. Do you at least know when you shagged?"

"We determined it was in Vegas."

"Vegas? Like spring-break? Oh honey, this is not good."

"Thank you, Owen, I had no idea." I look up to give him a stale face.

He rolls his eyes. "Well, I guess we'll have to find him."

Abby and I both furrow our eyebrows.

"What do you mean, find him?"

"I mean, we're going to have to go back to Vegas!" He cheered, pumping his fists in the air.

"Are you serious?"

Barely anyone heard me over Abby's loud gasp.

"That's a great idea!" Abby shrieked, making me raise an eyebrow at her.

Abby and Owen started to talk about the "trip" as I watched them in utter confusion.

"No no no, there's no way. We have finals tomorrow."

Owen rolls his eyes. "Obviously we'll go when schools out for summer."

I press my lips together and think.

"What are the chances that we'll actually find him? Slim to nothing. Vegas is huge, we'll never find him. Not what my description of him." I shake my head and sit up from the trash can.

"With my detective skills, we'll find him easily." Abby boasted.

"Just because you watch, CSI doesn't mean you can find my mystery sperm donor."

Abby rolled her eyes.

"Doesn't matter, it'll be fun. Plus, don't you think whoever it is deserves to know? Might as well be able to say you tried."

I bit the inside of my cheek as I thought.

"This is a bad idea." I tell them.

"It wouldn't be your first one." Owen joked and I sent him a death glare. "Okay, I'm cleaning out your trash can because it's starting to really stink."

He stands up off the ground and picks up the trash can before walking towards the door. When he opened it, Nick was standing on the other side, his fist raised mid-knock.

I quickly stand up from the ground, my stomach churning at the sudden motion.

"Nick." I say in a gasp. I had completely forgotten that he was coming over.

He flipped his brown hair out of his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Hey. Are you ready to study?" I noticed he had his backpack hanging off his shoulders and sitting on his back.

"Study?" Owen turned towards me with a sly grin on his face. "Hi Nick, I'm Owen, Dylan's BGF: Best Gay Friend."

He reached his hand out and Nick shook it, chuckling.

"And I'm her BBF: Best Bisexual Friend, Abby." Abby slid over, shaking Nick's hand. "Which means I swing both ways so threesomes aren't out of the question." She mentions with a wink.

"Okay-" I shove my way in between them and Nick and drag him inside. "I'm sorry about my friends."

He smiles down at me. "Don't be, they're funny."

I smile and bite my lip.

"You know, Nick." We both look over at Owen, who still had on that sly smile. "We were just planning a trip to Vegas, you know, to celebrate the end of finals. Would you like to come?"

My eyes widen and my cheeks heat up like lamps.

"Really? You're inviting me?" Nick smiled and looked at me.

I covered my surprise with a smile.

"You don't have to come. I know you would probably much rather be with your friends." I look down at the floor to hide my face, and I notice the pregnancy tests sitting right next to Nick's feet.

My heart almost stopped right there.

"We would love to bring you, Nick. The more the merrier." Owen cheered and I looked up at Nick.

He smiled and looked back down at me. "I actually don't have any plans. If it's okay with you, I'd love to come."

You've got to be kidding me.

"Of course it's okay with me." I smile wider, and lift my foot off the ground to subtly kick the tests under my bed.

I did it swiftly, as soon as he looked away from me and I let out a breath of relief.

"Great! This will be so much fun." Owen clapped his hands together and it took everything in me not to run up and choke him.

I guess Abby must have sensed this because she stepped in.

"Okay, we don't want to take up anymore of your study time so we'll be on our way. Come on, Owen." Abby grabbed Owen's arms and dragged him out of the room.

"Bye Niiiick!" Owen yelled as he grabbed the trash can before shutting the door.

"I apologize again for my friends."

He smiles. "Honestly, it's cool. They seem fun and now I get a free trip to Vegas." He walks over to my bed before he turns around. "It's free, right?"

I chuckle. "Yes, it's free. Owen's family is loaded."

I walk over and take a seat next to him as he pulls out his textbooks.

"Okay, let's start studying." He flashed me a smile and I couldn't help but return it.