The Lucky Nine

Chapter 5

Rylie's POV
As I walked down the hallway into the kitchen I felt completely nauseous. It was 7:30 on a Wednesday morning and time for school.

I couldn't miss another day due to my recent absences. I walked into the bathroom and leaned over the toilet. That second Cole walked in and questioned me as to why I was sitting on the floor.

"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I don't feel that great, Cole." I replied.

He knelt down and rubbed my back, and pulled my hair into a ponytail to keep it out of my face. I proceeded to throw up and then feel completely fine. I carried on with my day as normal, eating breakfast then heading off to school with Cole.

Cole's POV
As I walked Rylie to her 2nd period class she seemed so dazed and confused, kinda like her mind was elsewhere but her body was somehow stuck here in this dark, depressing high school. She seemed like she was no longer herself, at least not in this moment, but more a machine; made to act and function one way. She entered her class and dropped my hand without even looking in my direction.

I walked into class and immediately following the bell ringing, Mrs. Ballaro said, "It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. What play Cole."

Of course she has to call me out first. "Um, I don't know?"

"Come on Cole this is by Shakespeare one of his most famous plays!"

"What is it? Romeo and Juliet?"

"Yes Cole good, it took a few minutes but good job."

After that invigorating experience I decided to take a nap.

Rylie's POV
I had sat in Mrs. Hughes class for 37 minutes needing to pee for every single one of them. But I felt beside myself, I didn't want to bring attention to myself and I didn't know why. I didn't even want to bring attention for the few seconds it takes to ask to go to the bathroom. 
I stood up and walked out.  No questions asked I just exited the room without acknowledging a single person. I ran to the bathroom and relieved myself.
When I walked back into the room, Mrs. Hughes glared my way, "And where did you go?"
I put my head down sat in my seat and answered, "To the bathroom..."
"You have been in the school system for 12 almost 13 years. Don't you know by now to ask before you go to the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"So why didn't you ask?"
"I didn't want to."
"Speak with me after class."
That was it, all the attention I didn't want all thrown at me at once.
I felt like sobbing, just sitting in the corner and crying to myself. No. I lifted my head high and when the bell rang I walked over to Mrs. Hughes desk.
"Rylie, why didn't you ask." She asked.
"I didn't want to bring attention to myself, but I guess it backfired."
"Just go, don't do it again, just go."
I walked away, down the hall and out the front door, through the parking lot and just laid in the back of Cole's truck for the rest of the day. 
Cole woke me up a few hours later, I guess I fell asleep. I hopped into the front seat and clenched my stomach as I felt it roll in pain.
When we got home I walked straight to the bathroom and opened the cabinet. Starring me straight in the face was my biggest fear. The test. The. Test. The pregnancy test.
After taking it I sat on the floor, shaking. I waited there and each minute felt like an eternity. After 3 minutes I picked up the test.

Closed my eyes, took a deep breath.

Then looked.