Boys of Apartment 5

Chapter 36

***Nicole's P.O.V.***

I woke up squished in one bunk with Michael, who was nearly drooling on my hand. I jerked my hand away and I was about to take a picture when all of the I felt the urge to puke.

I climbed over Michael as fast as possible and ran to the bathroom. Just as I was about to open the door, Taylor ran in, shutting the door behind her.

"Dammit!"

I groan, then lean on the door, holding my stomach.

"Oh, suck it!"

Taylor shouts through the door. Luke notices my dilemma and yells at Taylor.

"Tay I think you're going to need to hurry up in there!"

He says, giving me a grossed out look. Michael comes up behind me an is about to pull me into a hug, when the feeling gets even worse. I push him out of my way and run off the bus. I get about halfway down the outside of the bus before puke a little on the pavement. I sigh and lean against the bus. A few seconds later, Michael rushes to my side, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"You okay?"

He asks with much concern.

"Yeah, much better."

I reply, shifting my weight to my left. I look out to wherever we are and furrow my eyebrows.

"So, I didn't do anything too crazy last night did I?"

I ask, and Michael grins.

"Not really. But girl, have you got some moves."

I giggle and put my head in my hands.

"I do, don't I."

I say, and Michael grabs my hand.

"We should go in, it's getting a bit chilly."

He says, and we step back onto the bus. I hear all the girls talking in one room, so I peek in to see what is going on.

"Tay this is a-"

Brooke says, stunned.

"I know it is but I missed last month and I was suppose to start 3 days ago for this month."

Taylor rushed. Then she started to cry. I hugged her while she tried to hold back tears. Soon, everyone joined and we just hugged Taylor for some time until she calmed down a little.

"Tay I'm sorry."

Aubry says with sympathy.

"You're pregnant Tay."

Brooke says, still with shock.

"You guys shouldn't be sorry. It was my choice and partially my fault."

Taylor says, crying even harder. Just then, Luke comes in. Taylor looks up with a worried face.

"What's wrong?"

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I woke up on the couch squished between Taylor and Michael. I spotted my phone between my right leg and Michael's left. I slid it out to find that it had died. I sighed and got up, causing Michael and Taylor to pretty much fall on top of each other.

I contemplated moving Taylor to the other side, but figured it would just wake her up. Luke was sitting in the kitchen area on the counter with his earphones in. He didn't look exactly delighted. I plugged my phone into the charger and set it on the counter, then looked up at Luke.

"It's all my fault."

He says suddenly, startling me a bit.

"No it's not."

I reply quickly, and he removes his earphones. He doesn't answer but just sits there silently, looking at his shoes.

"Do we need to go over again what a condom is or something?"

I say jokingly, smiling. But Luke doesn't seem to be in the mood.

"We used one! I just don't get it! Why her? She's innocent, really! A one in a million scenario happens to us?"

He says, and I can tell he might be on the verge of tears.

"I know. But you can't blame it on yourself."

I say quietly, remembering that the rest were sleeping.

"Then who else takes the blame? I'm the only one guilty here!"

Luke shouts with tears in his eyes.

"Luke look at yourself! You are giving yourself a terrible guilt trip! Blaming yourself only makes it worse!"

I yell back, and Luke gets off the counter.

"How would you know? You have it easy! While we are over here stressing a storm, you don't have a worry in the world!"

Luke says, obviously angry now. I am tearing up now. I want to run, but I say one last thing.

"Easy? Luke I worry about you! I worry about Taylor, I worry about Brooke, I worry about everyone else! Every second of the day! And it's sure as hell not easy!"

I yell, crying steadily now. Luke's expression softens, and he tries to stop me as I walk to my bunk.

I curl up under the blankets, put in some earphones, and sleep, wishing that I could sleep everything off. All of the stress, worry, anger, sadness, gone in my sleep.