Baby Steps (PREVIEW)

Chapter 3

Since my conversation with that girl in the bathroom yesterday, I've been kind of tense. She thinks I have an illness - which I don't! The reason why I lost so much weight resently is because I've been taking Yoga and Zumba with my sisters and Mom at the YMCA. Not by choice, but by force. Mom thinks by taking us to these classes we can all be closer or something.

I'm drifting off topic though, so anyways, I know that I'm not Bulemic. But she doesn't know that. And when she suggested that I was pregnant my heart stopped. Like, it literally stopped. It stopped and didn't start again for a whole three minutes. I thought that I was going to die in that bathroom!

After I got home, it all started to make sense though. I have been sick for two weeks. Unexplainably sick. Not like a runny nose, or the fever. But I've been having headaches, morning sickness, and other things that I do not wish to mention or think about.

I spent my morning in study hall alone. At one point I thought of just buying a test. Just to see. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. Not alone. Not with someone. Not at all. If I was pregnant, I don't know what I'd do. Who I'd tell.

My Mom would be put in an early grave, and who knows what my Father would do. A thousand scenarios played out in my head - none of them good. But none of them could compare to the ones I thought of Ian.

What would he say?

What would he do?

What would he think?

I think his first reaction would be to deny having anything to do with it. He'll probably think it's someone else's, and with my reputation it could be. But I know the truth. I wanted Ian to be my last. I wanted to remember how we felt together. How he felt. So the chances of the baby being someone else's is slimmed to none.

Anyways, I decided not to take a test at all. Not that I'm denying it - if - it's even there, but because there's just one last thing I can do. Wait for my period. If it comes, then I'm not pregnant. It's due any day now, so I won't have to wait very long. I think is the only time ever a girl actually WANTS her period to come.

"What are you doing in here?" Micah says, coming from behind me.

"It's study hall," I said, almost in a whisper. "What else would I be doing in here?" He gave me sloppy grin, sitting down in the chair across from me.

"Aria, not only am I your brother, but I'm your twin. Technically that makes me your other half, and I know more than anyone that you do not study for anything."

"People can change," I smiled, causing him to shake his head.

"Whatever. What are you even reading?" He asked, grabbing the book I was reading before I could stop him. "WHAT TO EXPECT WHEN YOU'RE EXPECTING," he read the title out loud. "Why you reading this? Is Mom pregnant again?" He asked jokingly, and I snatched it back from him quickly.

"It's for a project," I mumbled, looking away from him and he laughed a little.

"You're taking Health now?"

"Uh..." I trialed off. I can't lie to him. He can always tell when I do. Maybe it's just a twin thing, or maybe it's because he knows me so well. "Leave me alone, Micah. Don't you have a ball to throw or something?"

"At six in the morning?" He raised a thick brow. "Nope." He finished off with a closed smile, and out of my periphery I think I saw him. I looked away from Micah to find Ian setting himself up at the table in front of us. I quickly ducked behing my Math book, leaving only my eyes out so that I could see him. "Why are you hiding?" Micah asked, trying to make me drop the book.