Rejected For My Secrets

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I haven’t seen Hunter for a long time. Actually, the last time I’ve seen him was just a two weeks ago, but it feels like a lifetime. It’s hard to get used to life without him, and his cute cuddles, his cute Good Morning/ Good Night texts. He really is the perfect boyfriend, but my stupid mate had to ruin EVERITHING. I miss him terribly, but I know that breaking it off with him is for the best.

I was sitting in bed feeling too lazy and tired and heartbroken to get up and start the day. Ever since Alex rejected me, I haven’t been able to sleep peacefully at night. I keep waking up every hour or two, and it would take me twenty minutes before I could sleep again.

But today is different. In addition to the tiredness, my stomach is aching. When I attempted to get up, I got so dizzy that I had to sit back down. I’ll just take some Advil in the hopes of getting better.

Someone knocked my door and I grunted a “Come in” before my dad’s head peaked in. He smiled slightly before trying to cheer me up:

“Honey, you’re late.  Get up! I made you pancakes!” I love pancakes, especially ones with chocolate syrup dripping from the sides. I could only imagine the stack of pancakes that dad cooked for me in order to cheer me up. He knew about my break up with Hunter. He didn’t know why, though. Sarah tried prying it out of my mouth, but I couldn’t tell her anything. Alex ordered me not to.

I got up slowly, careful not to get dizzy again. As my legs touched the cold floor, I shivered involuntarily. I entered the bathroom. I had the quickest shower that I’ve ever had in my entire life, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and added the little make up that I usually wear to school. That means: blush, eyeliner and mascara only. I don’t need to put a show in school.

I wore blue skinny jeans and a random T-shirt with a turquoise jacket and Converse shoes which had the same turquoise shade as my jacket. Gotta love matching clothes!

I went downstairs and headed towards the kitchen. As soon as I entered the kitchen, the strong smell of food hit me. This smell would usually excite me, but this time, it made me rush to the bathroom, almost tripping on my own feet from the speed, my dad following me close behind. He held my hair back while I puked my guts out. That’s one of the cons of never tying my long hair.

“Go rest in bed honey. I’ll bring the food to you. Breakfast in bed.” He said, smiling weakly, trying to cheer me up. I appreciated his soothing words, but I couldn’t eat. I lost my appetite anyways.

“Thanks dad, but I don’t think I’ll be able to hold down the food in my stomach. Just get me some medicine, please.”

He nodded and left me by myself in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth several times to get rid of the nasty taste of vomit before heading back to my bedroom. Then, I suddenly remembered that today is Wednesday, the day that I usually post a video on Youtube for my fans. Usually, I would prepare the video beforehand, and then post it on Youtube on Wednesday. But I’ve been too absorbed in my own problems to remember my fans.

I grabbed my phone and unplugged it from the charger. I opened my Facebook fan page, updating my status:

‘So sorry guys, but I won’t be posting a video today :( I’m throwing up’

I immediately started receiving comments like “Get well soon” or “Hope you get better <3”. I loved my fans and how really dedicated they are, and I always read all their letters and comments and tweets.

Just as I was scrolling down reading all the comments that brought a smile to my face, something caught my eye. Specifically, a comment caught my eye:

Carly Iverson said: No offense, but you might be pregnant, and this might be morning sickness. Anyways, I love you and I hope you get better soon <3 You rock!

Shit, shit, shit. No way! I bit my lip as I tried to remember the last time I got my period. Five or six weeks ago probably. In  any other case, I would be jumping with joy, ecstatic. But right now, all I wanted to do is crawl in a hole and die. I just found my mate who rejected me for being a ‘slut’ and here I am, pregnant with the baby of a guy that I broke up with two weeks ago. Way to prove Alex’s point, I thought sarcastically.

I shouldn’t just jump to conclusions. Maybe I’m not pregnant. There’s still a super slim chance that I won’t be a mother at the age of sixteen, and I’ll hold on to that thread. I called Casey and asked her to get pregnancy tests on the way. Casey is a faithful friend. Not any person would want to be seen buying pregnancy tests. Let’s face it. It’s embarrassing! But Casey knew that I was hurt and needed help, so she didn’t complain, nor hesitate. She just said that she’ll be here in fifteen minutes, and hung up. 

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Many people said that I didn't include a lot of details in the previous chapter, and I understand that. It's just my way of writing. I tried hard to make this chapter better, and I hope you liked it 

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