We're Just Friends [BOOK 1 Of The 'We're Just' Trilogy]]

"Did you get her pregnant?!"

S I X T E E N 

It couldn't be..

Monica. My best friend monica? If nathan knew why didn't he- wait how would he even remember it..

"Monica? You dated someone named monica in year- Oh.. that Monica" nathan's voice quiets and my suspicions about this only rise. "What was her full name?" I ask, anticipating an answer.

"Monica gra-" the waiter interrupts "excuse me but have you ordered yet?" He asks, he's a young looking boy.. looks to be in his early twenties. He has ash blonde hair and his eyes are an interesting shade of blue. They almost seem.. too blue?

We finally place our orders and everyone is hooked to their food, not a single word going around. Just groans of pleasure with each bite.

On the way back to the car i start to feel extremely uneasy, by the time we're at the car outside i have to run and find a dustbin to throw up in. I hear mike and nathan call out to me before mike says something about starting the car before only one of them is following behind me.

Never have i ever run so quickly, i reach the bin across from where my car is parked and spill out everything i've eaten. Probably even breakfast.

"Hey what's wrong" Its nathan, his voice us soft as he approaches me. He walks up behind me and pulls my hair back, rubbing my back in a soothing manner.

Before i can respond i feel another wave of nausea hit me and i once again spill my guts into a parking lot bin. At this point i feel terrible, my head starts throbbing and my stomach is churning and i honestly feel like i might pass out.

"Anna are you seriously okay?" Nathan's voice sounds more panicked than it did a few seconds ago. I shake my head and i cry into the bin "I feel horrible".

When i'm sure the nausea is temporarily gone i stand back up and almost fall, but nathan holds onto me "okay you're seriously scaring me, we're taking you to the hospital" i shake my head, choking on a sob "Take me home" he shakes his head and lifts me up into his arms, mike brings the car right up to us and nate gets into the back seat with me.

"Is she okay?" Mike asks as we get in "No, drive her to the nearest hospital" mike nods and speeds off down onto the highway.

On the way there i sit up from my laying position on nathan's lap. He looks at me with concern as i wipe my eyes and tie my hair back into a messy, floppy bun.

"Are you cold?" He speaks with caution, i don't reply but he takes his denim jacket off anyway and wraps it around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

"Anastasia you're shivering" i rest my head on his shoulder.

I don't think i have the energy to respond to him. That and i feel like if i even try to i'll probably end up throwing up all over my new car.

The ride is short and we're soon at the hospital, nathan once again carries me in through the entrance and i feel everyone's eyes shift to us. "Something's wrong with her, she's throwing up and she's shivering. Its a cold sweat.." he speaks to one of the nurses, i close my eyes because all the moving starts to make me nauseous again.

"Take her down the hall to room 209, a doctor will be there shortly" we start to move again and i feel another wave of nausea hit me. "Nathan put me down" i whimper softly.

"We're almost there" i shake my head weakly "put me down i-"

And to my absolute horror..

I throw up on him.