If I were you, I wouldn't

Mrs. Lichtenstein:

[In the principal's office]
Hello, Clareese. Are you pregnant? [Clareese looks away] Mrs. Lichtenstein:
You're 16; you're still in Junior High School; and you're pregnant with your second child. Is that correct? [No reply] Mrs. Lichtenstein:
Are you pregnant, again? [Mrs. Lichtenstein huffs, exasperated] Mrs. Lichtenstein:
What happened Clareese? Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
I had sex, Mrs. Lichtenstein. Mrs. Lichtenstein:
Do you have any other thoughts about your situation, Clareese? [Clareese shrugs] Mrs. Lichtenstein:
Clareese? Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
Am I in trouble? [No reply] Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
Thank you, but I have to get back to math. [She gathers her things to leave] Mrs. Lichtenstein:
Sit down, Clareese. Sit down right now! [Clareese sits back down] Mrs. Lichtenstein:
We should have a parent-teacher conference with you, me and your mother. Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
My mother's busy. Mrs. Lichtenstein:
Alright. How about if I come to your house? Clareece 'Precious' Jones:
If I were you, I wouldn't