Author's Note: Yes I'm alive! I'm redoing this story, so I'm sorry if the story get's confusing. I know I've been bad about updating lately but I'm trying to rewrite most of my stories.

Hope you enjoy!

~hotflower06

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi

"Darcy are you feeling ok?" Darcy's mom asked noticing Darcy's pale face. Ever since she had gone to the ski trip behind her parent's backs she just hadn't been the same.

"Yeah mom I'm fine, I think it's still the cold," Darcy said looking away from her mother. At least Darcy hoped it was the cold she had created as her alibi so she could go skiing. After all what else could cause Degrassi's 'little miss perfect' to turn as pale as a ghost?

"Still? Oh sweetie," Darcy's mom said in a concerned voice, as she put her left hand on her daughter's forehead. "No fever, I'll call up Dr. Stanley (AN: don't know her doctor's name so I'm making it up) though to make an appointment Okay?" she asked looking at her daughter.

"Ok mom, I'm gonna go, don't want to annoy Principal Hatzilakos again," Darcy said leaving. Not that she could annoy Degrassi's principle, who favored the brunette especially since Darcy started dating her son Peter.

…. (At School)

Darcy walked out of the bathroom stall, her hands pushed against the plastic blue walls as she steadied herself. She knew the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach would calm in a minute or so. Still, all she wanted to do was curl up on the sofa and watch mindless TV.

"You don't look so good Darce," Said Manny staring at Darcy. It was true Darcy's pallid face had gained a greenish tone.

"It's my stomach it's been doing flips all week," said Darcy destroying all traces of Barf breath. Brushing her teeth with a disposable toothbrush she bought at the drug store and popping a mint in her mouth so there would be no chance Peter her boyfriend would notice.

"Like, you mean since the ski trip?" asked Manny, leaning against one of the ceramic white sinks. Her eyes watching Darcy trying to analyze her friend's movements.

"Uh a few days afterwards, but can we not talk about it," said Darcy. Knowing where Manny was going with the conversation; meaning the situation. Yes some may call it rape, but Darcy hated that word. To her, it had never happened; she never got drunk or found herself naked beside her fully dressed boyfriend. It never happened.

"Maybe you're pregnant," said Manny

"No way," said Darcy. That wasn't possible; it couldn't be possible she assured herself.

"But you did have-" Manny was interrupted

"I said no way!" shouted Darcy; couldn't Manny see that she didn't want to talk about it?

"But it could happen and you have the signs; moodiness, morning sickness-" said Manny but was interrupted again.

"I said no! There is no way I am carrying some sicko's baby!" shouted Darcy her eyes filling with tears.

"You never know just go to a doctor or the nurse ok?" asked Manny she knew she was upsetting Darcy but she had to make sure her friend was ok. Manny had been there before not the rape part but she had been pregnant, she knew the signs and Darcy's were all pointing to a big 'p'.

"I am later today, but what happens if I am?" asked Darcy crying, she couldn't help it. It all matched up in her head. The mood swings, cravings, morning sickness, what else could it be, but pregnancy?

"Then I'll be there a 100 percent of the way," assured Manny pulling her hysterical friend into a hug.