Drip, drip, drip. I could hear the patter of water taunt me as it fell from the faucet in Chemistry. My fists clenched into balls of irritation. Why can't Mr. Hawkins hurry up with his lecture on the periodic table? I really need to pee and couldn't wait for class to end. Lindsey, my best friend, glanced at me. Her face was furrowed with confusion.

"What's wrong?" She mouthed.

I shook my head at her, "Nothing." I mouthed back.

The bell finally rang and Mr. Hawkins dismissed the class. I rose out of my seat, grabbed my hand bag, and made a dash for the bathroom. Luckily on my way there, I didn't see Paul. I've gone a week so far avoiding him. Once in the bathroom I went into a stall and released my bladder. God, I am so happy to finally be able to pee. I heard the door of the bathroom open. I flushed the toilet and came out of the stall.

Lindsey stood with her arms crossed as she looked at me. "What?" I asked annoyed.

"What? That's what I'd like to know. What the hell is going on with you? Are you mad at me? I mean you've been avoiding me for like a month now." She said sadness totally filtered within her eyes.

I sighed deeply, "I'm not mad at you. I've just been tired and I don't feel like talking."

Lindsey shook her head. "Fine then, talk to me or don't talk to me, whatever."

I glared. "What's wrong now? I'm not your perfect little robot who's going to be at your side every damn second!"

"I never even said you were my robot! God Ariella what the hell has happened to you? You were so happy and now…"

"What, just go ahead and say it!"

"Your being a bitch!" She said now, anger in her words.

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom. I didn't need her bullshit. I made my way down the hall and nearly froze when I saw Paul. He was talking to Jared, no doubt. Those too were best friends and have been since like Kindergarten or something. Kind of like you and Lindsey, until you had to start being a bitch. I could hear my inner self scold at me.

I decided to just walk by. Hopefully he wouldn't even notice me. Damn, unfortunately I'm wrong. Paul saw me and he walked over to me, his eyes containing worry. Oh no, he's going to ask me if I was okay, again.

"Hey honey, can we talk?" He asked, no begged.

"What about?" I asked, playing stupid.

"You know what, come on. I'm tired of not seeing you. You're my imp—"

I glared at him. "Don't pull the imprint card. Why can't I just have some time to myself?"

He looked hurt. I knew I was being mean; he couldn't help the imprint bond. He loves me and I love him, the connection always tugging at my heart and I could feel the pain when he was away from me. I bet he was feeling it too.

"I'm sorry Ari, I just miss you. I don't want you to feel pressured. I'm sorry for not stopping." I loved his little nickname for me.

"It's my fault. I should have said something and I didn't." I replied without thinking. "Look I'm not feeling good so can we talk later?"

Paul nodded, more worries probably filling his heart. "I'm fine, I just ate something bad. Or maybe I'm catching the flu. I'm going home now."

He pulled me into a hug and kissed my cheek. "Okay, I love you Ari. I hope you feel better."

I smiled into his warmth. "Love you too." Not enough to tell him. My inner thoughts keep on annoying me.

I pulled away and walked towards the nurse's office. I couldn't believe I was actually leaving school early so I could buy myself a pregnancy test. God I'm so stupid. I should have told him to stop! Wait, maybe I'm freaking out for no reason. I mean it is winter. The flu must be going around. Ms. Claudia was reading a magazine when I came in.

"Oh my you look pale, sweetheart. Let me take a look at you." Ms. Claudia was a petite and platinum blonde. She definitely dyed her hair because no one on the reservation had natural blonde hair. They either had black or brown hair. She got out a thermometer and came over to me. A minute later she plucked the instrument out of my mouth and frowned to herself.

"Hmm, it's a little high. Are you feeling really bad? Nauseous perhaps?"

I nodded. "Yeah I've been feeling like throwing up, especially in the mornings."

Ms. Claudia nodded. "Alright you can call your parents to pick you up."

"Um, they are super busy, so could I just walk home?" Ms. Claudia shook her head.

I frowned. "Please, I really need to go to the doctor and they won't be able to take me."

She shook her head again. "I'm sorry, school policy."

"Please! I have to buy something at the drug store…" I trailed off, hoping she would get what I meant. My hands dropped to my stomach and I held it to give her an even bigger clue. Just like any other adult her eyes went wide.

"Oh my, um just this once I'll write you a note. Go ahead and go on home. Be careful." She said worry in her eyes.

"I will." I said and walked out of the nurse's office. It's been a month and a half. I haven't had my period and I knew that I had to get the god damn test. This way I could finally believe what was happening to me, is going to happen. I wasn't thrilled at all to have to buy a pregnancy test. I mean I lose my virginity and now I'm knocked up. I only did it because I knew Paul wanted to. Plus he imprinted on me and well I wanted him to be happy.

My throat felt dry as I entered the drug store. Oh geez, Quil's mom was at the counter. Quil was in the pack and I bet his mother would say something to him. If Paul finds out…god I don't even want to think about it. My hand trembled as I grabbed a test and headed to the counter. Mrs. Ateara's eyes went wide with shock.

"It's for my sister, Heather." I lied. Well, Heather was a whore. I mean she went off to college two years ago but Mrs. Ateara probably wouldn't know the difference. She never visits so I don't think she'd ever run into her.

"Oh okay, that's a relief. How is your sister doing?" She asked.

Everyone knew each other in La Push. It was too damn small too. "She's good. Well not if she's you know…" I trailed off.

Mrs. Ateara nodded. "Well I hope she isn't. She isn't that much older than you huh?"

I glanced around and then turned my attention to her. "It's not for her. It's for me."

I swear I heard her gasp. She put the box in the bag and handed it to me. "Well I really hope you aren't."

"Please don't tell anyone, especially not your son."

She raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean? Did he get you in trouble?"

I shook my head quickly. "No! I mean I don't even know him. It's just, well you know. He's friends with the uh…guy."

Mrs. Ateara smiled. "Oh I understand. Thank heavens; I would have skinned that boy alive. Well have a nice day."

"You to." I responded and hurried out of there. I rushed home and ran up the stairs to the bathroom. I followed all the steps and then headed straight for my room. I sat down on my bed to wait for the test's results. It seemed only natural for me to figure out whether I was having a baby on the place where I first had sex. I glanced at the clock and shuddered when the time was up. I forced myself to look down. A pink positive sign smirked up at me.

I gasped and quickly went back into the bathroom. I threw the test into the bathroom trash can and tied up the yellow plastic bag. The quicker I got rid of the evidence, the sooner I could relax. There had to be a mistake, right?