"Corey!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "What's up?" He ran into my room, very curious. In case your woundering, Corey is my older brother. He is a sophomore at UMASS Dartmouth. I'll be attending there once I graduate from my small town high school out in Western Mass. "It's too hot, can I borrow one of your bigger shirts as a night gown?" I asked holding up a tee that was two times his size, "Ya, sure that's fine. Just make sure to put it in my hamper." I quickly ran into the bathroom to change then I bumped bodies into someone. I glanced eyes and they immediatatly locked in. "Hey Amanda." He smiled. He had big brown puppy dog eyes, he was darker skinned but he was foreign. He had curls that just went over his eyes slightly and light mustache and chin hair. "Oh, uh hey Jahar." I said quietly, immediatly looking down and going to the bathroom to change. I just want that one night out of my head. Don't get me wrong he's a nice kid, but we hooked up one night last month. My brother knows but I told him we used protection, when in reality we didn't. I chose not to tell him because again, Jahar is a nice kid. I dont want his face crushed into the ground by my over protective brother.
I quickly threw on the shirt and threw my hair up in a bun. I sighed and I heard the two guys joking and laughing around. I went to go brush my teeth and I suddenly felt a wave of neausa setting in. I tried to brush it off. But it only made it worse. I couldn't hold it in anymore and just threw up. Let's just say I'm not the quietest person in the world when it comes to that. Knock. Knock. "Manderz, are you ok?" My brother asked through the door. "I, uh, ya. I'm fine." "I just heard you throw up. Let me in." I went up to the door and let him in. "What happend, what did you do?" He asked worry-ingly feeling my forehead. "I think it's just the heat. I'm gunna go to bed." I told him. I exited the bathroom and saw Jahar in the livingroom watching a movie. When he saw me he got up and followed me to my room. Its a spare room my brother has in his 3 bedroom apartment. Jahar is his roomy. I went to my window and opened it. I heard Jahar sit on my bed. I hopped right in and got under the blankets. "I have a bad feeling." Jahar whispered, looking at my wall. "What do you mean?" I asked looking at him. He went to face me and started to speak. "Im just worried that you might be pregnant. Im not an idiot. Think about it. We didn't use protection. A month later, you throw up out of the blue. And tell me this. Did you get your period at all in this past month." I looked at him and blinked a few times. Setting in the information. Holyshit. "Shit." I said under my breath. "No. I, I, didn't." I said quietly. Jahar sighed and ran his hand through his curly mess. "I think Im just gunna go to bed now." I pulled the blankets over me and went into my sleeping position. "We can talk about this in the morning." Jahar said. He slowly got up, gave me a quick hug and left.
Like I said, Jahar is a good kid. We met this year and we actually are really good friends. If anything a little more. It's weird. We are friends but it's obvious we like eachother.
