Bestfriends In Trouble

Chapter Three

Eleanor's POV

Ken was so annoying! How could he act like nothing even happened? I wish he knew that I cried a river last night. I just realized that I do love him. More than I should. I love him like that. I love him so much that it breaks my heart knowing that we could never be anything but just best friends who accidentally on purpose fucked each other in a car. Gosh. I was never that kind of girl. I should be better than that. But what am I supposed to do? Confess my love to him? Nah. Never.gonna.happen.

When we had our lunch, he dint even come to us. He just ignored us the whole time. He was just with his girlfriend, laughing and kissing. He has just forgotten everything that happened to us last night. I know we didn't mean that to occur, but I still felt a pang of jealousy toward Brittany. She was just new. I was with Ken for like forever. And she stole him from me. From us. Ken was supposedly here with us, eating his lunch with us, laughing with us, making fun of Gail with us. But he wasn't! And it was unfair!

"Are you okay?" Grace asked. Concern filled her voice. I looked at her and she was just staring back at me.

Grace is the kind of girl who is so girly. She could even be a cheerleader if she wanted to. She has this blonde wavy hair and brilliant blue eyes. She has this super model body figure and an inch taller than Ken.

Oh Ken. Again?

"Eleanor? What's up?" Grace said, interrupting my thoughts. "What's wrong?"

"Huh?" I answered blankly, "Nothing." Then I got up and run towards the cafeteria's comfort room. I found a clean cubicle and threw up. Oh no.

I just realized that Grace followed me.

"Oh my gosh, El, what happened?"

"Maybe because of the lunch I ate?" I said and shrugged. "I'm okay. It's just some...puke"

"Yeah, I hope so." Grace replied.

After school, the four of us hang out at my place. My parents' house wasn't that big but it was enough.

And me? I am so sick. I don't know. I just feel so dizzy. And I threw up for the third time already. This actually makes me nervous.

I was shocked when Grace secretly put something in my pocket.

"What's this?" I asked but she just smiled at me with concern.

I excused myself and made my way to the bathroom. I drew out the thing that Grace gave me. It was a pregnancy kit.

After two days...

I'm so depressed. I'm so screwed. I'm so fucked up. I'm so dead.

I'm just here on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My face is dry from all the tears I had shed. My eyes are blood red. I just couldn't stop crying since I. Since I found out that I'm carrying a baby. My bestfriend's baby. Ken's baby.

It was just a mistake that happened for just a bad night. How could everything end up to this? This is a big trouble. How could I explain this to my parents? How could I tell this to Ken and my friends? I'm not ready.

Then I found myself crying again.

I called Grace for help since I know she has an idea of what's going on.

She picked up the phone, "El?"

"Grace," then I let out a big sob.

"Oh no." She said. "I'll be there in five minutes" she hung up.

Literally, after five minutes, Grace arrived. I didn't have to open the door for her because she is always welcome to come here.

When she saw me, she hugged me tightly.