unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 38.

*Brooke's POV*

I bolted up and groaned, clutching at my forehead. I just woke up, and by glancing at my bedside clock, at 3:47am. What the hell?

But I knew the reason, it was the undying pain that surged in my forehead. And the longer I sat awake, the more pain that travelled through my body, making me groan rather loudly. It was unbearable. I'd chose a stab in the stomach rather than this. This is hell.

I've been having these pains for the past week, constantly. Every single day, almost evey moment. Ever since that night at Shay's house, it's been constant. I haven't told anyone about it though, especially not Michael, I wouldn't want to worry him. I tried not to think about it either, choosing not to worry myself either. It can't be severe right? I mean, I bet you loads of people get this sometimes. I like, vomit a lot, so that's a normal sign, right? But...a sign for what? Geez, I was confusing myself. I don't heat up or anything though...so it's not a flu, that's for sure.

I looked at my calendar, not sure why- oh.

Oh.

I looked at it and noticed I'm 3 days behind on getting my period. That can't mean...

I'm pregnant?

I started panicking. No, no, no. This can't be happening. I can't be pregnant. I'm only 17. Michael can't be a dad. I can't be a mum. Fuck, what do I do? Who do I tell?

Hold up, Brooke.

You're going ahead of yourself, you're not even sure that you're pregnant.

So I'm gonna go buy a test instead and see from there, if it came out positive, I'll tell Michael. If not, I won't tell anyone about this. Ever.

I was having a panick attack right now. Breathe, Brooke, breathe.

Suddenly, my phone started ringing, making my heart beat faster, and my pain reappearing, so violently it was almost making a buzzing noise to my ears.

Panicking, I answered the call without seeing who it was, and saying the first thing that came to mind:

"I MIGHT BE PREGNANT!" I yelled to whoever was on the other side.

"Wait, what?!" Luke's voice said.

"I DON'T KNOW LUKE, I'VE BEEN VOMITING AND MY PERIOD IS 3 DAYS LATE AND I'VE BEEN FEELING ILL-!"

"Brooke, calm down! Have you taken a test yet to make sure?" He asked me.

"No." I said calmly.

"You at home?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Wait there, I'm coming over." He said. And then I realised something.

"Wait, Luke."

"Yeah?"

"What the hell were you doing, calling me at 4 in the morning?" I laughed.

"Um...not expecting for you to yell at me saying you might be pregnant." He chuckled awkwardly. "See you in 10."

And with that he hung up. And just after, the pain came back. I decided to close the thought away and focus on what I would do if this test came out positive. How would I take care of it? Would I keep it? Abort it? Put it up for adoption? Gahh!

As I waited for him, I decided to put clothes on and make my hair look decent. And by decent, I mean brushing it and putting it into a messy bun kind of decent.

Around 10 minutes later, I heard a pebble hit my bedroom window, me in my shooken state, faced the window wildly. What the fu-?

Oh, another pebble. Who's throw- oh, right, Luke.