Please Don't Envy Me
Written by: Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Summary: Everyone was always so jealous of the beautiful, popular Paige Michalchuk. All the girls wanted to have her perfect figure and her status as head cheerleader and all the guys wanted the chance to hold that perfect body and cruise the halls with his hand attached to her curvy hips. But, when something unexpected and crisis-worthy happens to Paige, will she still be the envy of everybody else?

Rating: T, might escalate to a mild M

Parings: Haha, not gonna tell you! Read the story to see!

Disclaimer: Sad as it is, I just want to say that I DO NOT own Degrassi: The Next Generation or the characters in it. They belong to Yan Moore or whoever created it.

Author's Note: Just wanting to let everyone know that nothing after "Anywhere I Lay My Head" and "Islands in the Stream" happened. This story takes place a while after "Anywhere I Lay My Head" and "Islands in the Stream", and I'm using the premiere date for "Anywhere I lay My Head" and "Islands in the Stream" and that's September twenty-eighth, this story is around late November, early December, I guess. So, on with this much anticipated story!

Chapter One
Inaccuracy, right?

My breath caught in my chest as I stared down at the little piece of plastic that had changed the entire course of my life. These things weren't completely accurate, right? I mean, they can say you are (I'm still in so much shock I can't say the word) but you got to your doctor and then the doctor says you aren't…right? Thoughts jumbled and bounced around in my head as I instinctively threw the test in the trash can, at the sound of someone knocking at the door.

"Paige," someone called out to me from the other side of the closed door.

"Yeah," I stammered, trying to sound like me normal, confident self.

"Can you kind of get out of the bathroom? I really, really gotta—well, you know…"

Despite me current situation I smiled at the childish behavior of my brother. Dylan was twenty, yet, he could still be like a five year old sometimes.

"Okay, I'm coming out… don't ruin Mom's new carpet…" I joked.

I liked the sound of my regular confidence breaking through the scared, confused Paige I felt like right now. Making sure my hair, make-up, and clothes were meeting their usual, perfected-style standards. Everything passed check and I coolly walked to the bathroom door throwing it open as if I were annoyed.

"About time," I heard Dylan mutter as he threw me out of the way and slammed the door behind him.

Since I knew, Dyl and I were home by ourselves, I let myself go on the way to my room. The tears were warm, and heavy, just like my heart felt knowing that the father would probably want nothing to do with me, after all, he'd been through this routine before.

First, I decided I needed this confirmed before I went shooting my mouth off to Hazel, my mom, Dylan, or the father. Needing to get this over as soon as possible, I flipped my cell phone open with trembling hands and dialed Dr. LaGuardia's office.

"Dr. LaGuardia's office, how may I help you?" the cool, even-toned receptionist answered professionally

"Yes, um, this is Paige Michalchuk and I need to schedule an appointment, um, with Dr. LaGuardia." Throughout the entire sentence, I stumbled and quavered with my words.

"Okay, Miss Michalchuk, what's this appointment for?" the receptionist questioned.

"Um, I, uh, need to, um, confirm a pregnancy." I stammered, feeling more tears began to cascade down my face.

There was a slight pause in the receptionist's voice, before she replied, "There is an opening for Thursday at two-thirty. Is that okay?"

I thought it over. Thursday was more than three days away. I didn't think I could stand waiting that long and stressing myself out (plus, causing harm to a potential life).

"Do you have anything earlier?" I asked anxiously.

Quiet engulfed the phone line for a full minute. Then, the receptionist informed, "Um…we have a ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and that's the earliest convenience."

"I'll take it!" I accepted quickly.

"Okay, so, Miss Michalchuk, your appointment is for ten A.M. tomorrow morning. We'll see you then!" the receptionist said cheerily.

"Thank you so much," I said breathlessly.

Now that I was finally going to be sure, whether it was hormones or what, I felt like I'd just solved the biggest problem of my life. I promised myself that I would try to stop thinking about this until tomorrow morning, at nine-thirty. There was no sense in stressing myself out over what might be nothing. I prepared myself to go and ask Dylan to ride me over to Hazel's house so we could go shopping—there was nothing like a nice shopping trip to soothe the upset nerves.

But, strangely, Dylan was already standing in my doorway. At first I didn't notice, but his face was blanched and he looked sick.

"Paige," he muttered hoarsely, stepping into the confines of my rooms and pushing the door shut.

"Dylan," I matched his game perfectly, though I'm sure I didn't look so sick and distraught.

"Paige, tell me this isn't yours." And to my horror, he held up my positive pregnancy test.

For several minutes, I changed back and forth from mouthing like a fresh fish out water and contorting my face to keep the tears back. This wasn't supposed to be going like this. My initial plans were to confirm it, tell Mom if what the verdict was, THEN tell Dylan what had happened or what was going to happen. I mean, I told my brother everything and vice versa, but he had caught me before I wanted to confess and I didn't know what to do.

"Paige, tell me this isn't yours!" he repeated, with more fear and authority.

"It is mine," I choked pitifully, finding some part of my voice.

"You don't follow directions very well do you?" he snapped, throwing the test to the ground and sitting on the edge of my bed.

"But, Dylan, I don't even know if it's for real or not!" I falsely assured, sitting next to him.

Part of me wanted desperately to believe that it was just a mishap that the test had come out positively. But, the other part strongly felt that my own words weren't true.

"But what if it is, Paige? Have you even thought of what comes next!" Dylan was more distraught than I was, and this was saying something considering in a crisis it was the other way around.

"Please, Dylan, don't." I said miserably. "When I tell Mom, I know that is coming, preg—baby or not."

Silence engulfed us as we sat on the edge of my bed, respectively musing the current situation. Somehow, the memory of my parents divorcing crept into my mind. I remembered the fights before they had officially announced it…all the yelling and the tears…then, one day, Dad just up and left for Ukraine and I hadn't seen him since. Of course, I talked to him on the phone every now and then, but we had no real relationship. And I didn't want that for my potential baby, no matter what the father thought of me.

Apparently, I had begun to cry, because the next thing I knew, Dylan had lovingly scooped me into his arms, soothing my tears.

"It's going to be okay, Paige," he soothed, rubbing my back in small circles. "Baby or no baby, we're going to get through this and Mom and I will be here for you no matter what."

Through my tears, I managed to smile at my brother. He was the best brother ever, and I knew no matter what, he would be here for me. Mom too; she wasn't one to disown me at the blink of an eye. I just hoped that I would have to make them Grandma and Uncle Dylan before it was their time.

Well, kind of short, but I promise that it gets better! Next chapter totally promises drama, tears, and confrontations! Now, click the little 'Go' button next to the little drop box that says 'Submit Review' and tell me what you thought—I accept anonymous reviews because any review is good to me. Hell, I'll even take flames, thought I don't think there's anything in this chapter that's flame worthy…