Not Another Teen Pregnancy Story

Chapter Three Daniel M.

"Why don't you just apologize and beg him to take you back." Bethany offered, trying to be helpful. I sighed and sucked the last bit of Starbucks down. It was three weeks since the whole "break-up" thing with Daniel.

"Because that won't help anything. That would mean everything I did to loose him was for nothing." Chris and Beth shared a look. Chloe and Rachel were at Volleyball practice so it was just the three of us. My two bff's and me.

"You do realize that everything you did was pointless, right?" Chris told me, her face was glowing red: she was angry at me.

"Yeah I know." Why were they giving me crap when I need their support? Probably because they were right. I got up from the bench and started walking towards class. I heard their goodbyes, but I didn't respond. I wasn't in the right mindset. 

Just breathe. Think about school. It's third period so it's History, your favorite subject! I started to feel better, but that was washed away when I saw Daniel in the hallway. That's right, we have third and fifth period together. 

My bottom lip started to quiver and my heart refused to beat properly. I don't think Daniel saw me yet because he kept walking and he was still smiling. 

"Oh look there's your boyfriend." Rachel said walking up next to me. She still had her volleyball uniform on it. Which consisted of a cropped half-shirt that she had made into a V-neck. It was blood red. And spandex short-short-short-short shorts. She wasn't even sweaty! I grit my teeth. "Oh wait, no you broke up with him. Sucha shame. Hey! Daniel M, over here!" He looked in our direction and I saw the ghostly expression on his face.

Rachel pranced over to him. 

Acid and bile came up my throat. I swallowed.

I couldn't watch this any longer. My "friend" snuggling up next to my boyfriend, I mean my EX-boyfriend. As I walked down the hallway I looked around, the hallway was filled with my Ex-boyfriends and none of them meant anything. They had known what they were getting into while dating me. 

Daniel was different because he was new and he hadn't known about my messed up way of dating. I fought the tears all the way to my car.

Everything sucked. My life sucked. My friends suck. School sucks. My dad is never home: sucks. I jammed the key in the ignition before anyone from school saw me crying in my car like a loser. I was ditching school, already a loser for that.

Why can't I get Daniel out of my head? Because he was about to tell me he loved me? No, that can't be it. I've had lots of guys tell me they love me and it didn't affect me like Daniel was. He wasn't even trying to drive me crazy! He couldn't help it if Rachel was a sleazy friend. He wasn't telling people what a slut I was. He wasn't calling me, he didn't cuss me out, he wasn't giving me death threats, or glares. Daniel was just going about his business: being Daniel M.

And It was driving me crazy.

I drove straight home, taking the fastest way I knew. I sped, going twenty miles over the speed limit to reach my destination. 

Finally, I was home.

Suddenly I was starving. I practically ran over to the fridge and grabbed arm full of condiments. Roast beef, ham, half of a turkey, yogurt, strawberries, chocolate, ice cream (fudge), snickers, OJ, German sausage, pickles, and a piece of cheesecake. I don't think I ate this much in a whole week, but here I was gorging myself on my surroundings.

The second the sausage touched my taste buds I gagged and had to run to the downstairs bathroom. I barely lift the seat and a spew of vomit hurled out of me with such force I had to drop to my knees. What the Hell? I never puked...

Grabbing a rag I washed my face and thought about why I would be puking. Maybe the sausage was bad? It shouldn't be... I ate it the night before last and it was fine. Did I eat too much? I had barely made a dent in the pile of food! What was wrong with me?

Walking back into the kitchen I checked the expiration date on everything: everything was fine. So why had I puked? Why am I so tired now? I guess puking really takes a lot out of you. 

I guess a nap should help. Half way up the stairs I passed out and fell asleep on the stairs. 

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*Hours Later*

"Chris, I found her!" Was that Beth? I blinked my eyes open and saw Beth leaning over looking at me.

"Oh, hi." I stretched and tried to get up.

"Yeah, hi. Why'd you skip? We missed you." A smile slipped out on accident. These were my true friends, they still loved me even though I had been a real bear lately.

"I saw Daniel. Rachel was all.. never mind. I missed you guys too." Christin came up the stairs and we had a group hug.

"Why are you wearing a sports bra?" Chris asked, not rudely.

"Oh, it's the only bra that fits me anymore." I hadn't had the ambition to go to the mall and get a bigger size. I hadn't even been happy about the size difference. I wasn't really myself lately.

"Lets go shopping!" Chris exclaimed.

"It's perfect! Just what you need!" Beth added. They usually finished each other sentences. I smiled at them, and tried to find a reason why I couldn't go. I didn't have one. Maybe they were right. 

"I think you're right." They gave each other a confused look. "I need to change and do something with my hair." Their confused look turned into a smile. I ran up the rest of the stairs and flew my bedroom door open.

What to wear?

I grabbed a hounds-tooth a-line skirt and a red blouse, high-socks and my Mary Jane shoes. This whole time I'd had my straightener on in my bathroom. I straightened my strawberry blonde hair and fixed my make-up.

"I'm ready." Chris cat called and Beth whistled. I was back to a good mood.

"Lets go, we can take my car!" Beth had recently gotten a new car: Chrysler 300 and she always jumped at the chance to drive it. Chris and I just nodded and followed her to her car.

Today I was going to go shopping and forget about Daniel M.