Dirty Little Secret

Chapter twenty-Two

Chapter twenty-Two:

I look up at the board in history and write the notes in my notebook. Owen, who is sitting next to me is doodling on his page. I suddenly feel sick. I ignore it and continue writing. I slap my hand over my mouth. I get up and run out of class to the bathroom and throw up.

My stomach clenched at the thought of being sick again, I hated it. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened. I peeked through the gap in the door to see Owen standing there, "Are you okay?"

I throw up again. “I'm definitely pregnant.”

He pushed the bathroom stall door open and put his arm around me. "Sorry," he murmured. "I know how much you hate being sick." I push him away and throw up, once again.

He pulls my hair away from my face and sighed. "Isn't there anything they can do about the sickness?"

“No.” I tell him. “There isn’t anything.”

He hugged me against his chest. "I'm sorry." I turned my head away from him, not wanting him to see my face after being sick. I pull away from him and walk over to the sink. I rinse my mouth out. I'll have to get a piece of gum from my bag.

"You should probably get out. Don't want a teacher coming and asking why you're in here," I tell him.

"Sounds like you don't want me here," he murmured, standing in front of me.

“I want you here, but you could get in a lot of trouble for being in here.”

"I don't care," he wrapped his arms around me. "I honestly couldn't care less, as long as I'm here."

“Owen, we have to tell people.”

"Soon," he agreed. "I just want to be sure. I couldn't bare telling people you aren't pregnant if you don't.." I wrapped my arms around his waist at his broken expression. I push him away from me and run to throw up again.

He bit his lip as I looked up at him. "I wish there was something I could do to help you."

“There isn’t.” He nodded his head and put his hand on my back. Finally when my stomach is no longer queasy, I rinse my mouth out again.

I leant against the sink and looked up at him. "Are you going to leave or stand there?" I asked, I couldn't help but notice I sounded snappy. I roll my eyes and brush past him on my way out.

He jogged after me. "Why are you snapping at me?" He asked. "I was only trying to help you."

“Well its not helping!” Damn I'm such a bitch...I'm never this...

He stopped walking and threw something to me - my bag. "I guess I'll leave you alone then," he whispered, turning around and walked away. I get some gum out of my bag and pop it in my mouth. I walk away from him and down another hall. I lean against the wall and slide to the ground, crying. Why did I have to be like that to him? He was only being nice to me - something he didn't have to do but is anyway. Why did I have to be a grade A bitch? He's only trying to help. I'm pregnant with his baby and I shouldn’t be acting like that to him. But I cant control my emotions. This being pregnant thing really sucks. I'm so emotional.

I sighed and stood up, I had to find him and I knew exactly where he will be. I pull my bag over my shoulder and go to find him. My stomach flutters at the thought of him ignoring me. I couldn't stand the thought of him not talking to me - I needed him, more than I wanted to admit, really. I go down the hall and keep looking for him. I stopped outside the music room and looked through the window. There he sat, slumped in one of the seats, head in hands. I open the door and walk in.