I felt like I was on a cruise ship: dizzy and sick. My head hurt tremendously, and I don't think it was from the pancakes I just finished eating. Surprisingly they weren't burned, maybe it's because I didn't turn on the TV to watch the usual re-runs of KUWTK. I wanted silence.
I got up from the kitchen table and set my plate in the sink. I decided I should take some Advil for the pain. Even though I could manage with the headache, I decided against it, sticking the blue pill inside my mouth and swallowing water behind it.
"What's wrong, J? Do you feel alright?" Calum asked, worried. I loved that about him. He always asks if you're doing okay.
"Yeah, I just feel nauseas," I answered, sitting back down in the chair next to him. I placed a hand on my forehead, as if that would ease the pain.
"But are you fine?"
"I'm fine, Calum!" I raise my voice. God, it's not like I'm internally bleeding. I'll be fine.
He looked alarmed and shocked by the way I answered him. I regretted it the moment I realized how rude that was. I honestly don't know why I answered him like that. He was just caring for my health.
Calum leaned in to my ear and whispered, "Is it that time of the month again?"
My jaw dropped. Then, I snapped. I pushed my chair and rose to my feet, and smack the top of Calum's head for being an idiot. You don't ask a girl if she's on her period just because she's having a bad day and feeling sick.
"OW," he howled under his breath. Calum placed his right hand on his head and started to rub the hurt away.
"You deserve that," I say in disgust. "You can't just ask someone if it's 'that time of the month again'!" I was already making my way upstairs as I said my final words, "And by the way, no, I'm not on my period." With that I shut the door and leaned my back against it.
I don't want to be infuriated with Calum, but he asked for it. I haven't even had my period in...I haven't had my period in over five weeks. No, that can't be right. But it is. I remember because it was the week before that huge party Calum and I went to. It was so much fun; Calum and I--
No, I'm mad at him. I don't even want to think of him.
"Jessica, can you please unlock the door," I heard from outside the room.
I was not even aware that I locked the door. I didn't want to talk to him, not now.
"Go away, Cal, I'm not in the mood to hear some stupid apology that you probably don't even mean."
"Jessica, open the door," he fumbled with the door's handle.
"Why should I?" I was pacing back and forth in front of the door, thinking if I should let Calum in.
"Because it's also my room."
Fuck him for using that. I walked up to the door and unlocked it, pulling the handle and finally met by Calum.
He embraced me into a hug, arms around my torso; he squeezed me tight.
"Shit, ouch," I scream out in agony.
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know. When you went to go hugged me, it really hurt." My body struck with pain. Calum didn't hurt me I don't know why that was so painful. Then, finally, a light bulb went off.
Calum still looking at me with caring eyes, "J, I-"
"I'll be right back," I cut him off and walk out of the room. Making my way to the bathroom. Everything seemed to add up. It made sense now. Why all pain in my breasts, the nausea, and, finally, the most obviously clue of all: my missed period.
