Call me crazy, I don't know what I'm thinking doing three fics at once! lol. I got this idea, and wanted to pen it (figuratively of course) before I lost the words and flow. I hope you guys like this, it's a little more dramatic than my other fics. REVIEW!!

Rated M for strong language.

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"Ninety-nine per cent effective" what the hell does that mean? Nothing. You know what people think when they see statistics like that? They think "Almost certain" "What are the chances that I'd be that one per cent?". As far as I'm concerned, if it's not one hundred per cent it means absolutely fuck all. Just sounds like bullshit made up in some office by an advertising jerk. You know what? I reckon anything less than one hundred per cent should be labelled: "Watch out! You could be that person who's going to have your life screwed up because our company's full of no-good slackers that can't make anything up to scratch.". Huh, wouldn't that be interesting? I'd like to see how many people would take that chance. I know I wouldn't of. Okay, I'll be completely honest, I was one of those people who didn't care about that one per cent who would have their life changed, but guess what? I'm not like that anymore. You know why? I'm that one per cent.

It started a week - or two - ago, I was throwing up all the time, and couldn't keep me food down, but, I didn't think anything of it; there was a stomach bug going around at the time, so I figured that it'd pass. After the first few days, my gut started telling me that it was something more, bigger, but I tried to ignore it. That only lasted so long, though, because shortly after, the real issue was waving me in the face, demanding my attention. I was late. I was never late. So, I took that step, I made sure I drove to a clinic real far out so I didn't risk anyone seeing me, and that was it. I, Gabriella Montez, seventeen year old honour student, who had just returned from a visit to the prestigious Harvard University, was pregnant.

My mom had told me that if my vomiting continued, then she'd take me to get checked out at the doctors. I didn't know how to refuse, so I agreed. So, I was sat in the waiting room at the doctors beside my mom, feeling queasy as my nose twitched. I hated the smell of hospitals and surgeries; it was like a combination of those latex gloves and anti-bacterial spray. When we'd signed in, the girl at reception had told us that we'd be seeing someone filling in for my usual doctor and that made me feel a little better. I really liked Dr. Li - she'd been my doctor since I was eight, she'd been the only doctor who'd been able to give me my flu shot - and I would've felt really bad lying to her. She was one of those people, y'know, who was just so honest and friendly that you'd get this sick feeling in your stomach just at the thought of deceiving her, so, the fact that it was somebody I didn't know that well, really worked for me today.

As I stepped through the doctor's door, I froze in shock as she turned to greet us and I saw her face. She was a dark-skinned black doctor with a warm smile and her hair was in dread-locks, tied neatly into a bun. I knew I had recognized her voice when she had told us to come in after we'd politely knocked, but I didn't think much of it, but now as she stood in front of me, there was no denying that we knew each other. I felt my mother prod me in my back.

"Gabi, honey," she said, urging me forward before directing her speech to Dr. Johnson and saying, "I'm sorry, Gabriella isn't too fond of doctors."

The doctor gave us both a genuine smile. "Don't apologize, I see that in patients from five to fifty," she chuckled. "Please, take a seat."

My feet were still uncertain as I ebbed towards the chair and seated myself. I had to give it to her, though, the way she looked at me, you'd never believe that she'd even glanced me walking down the street before, let alone that she'd showed me towards a doctor's office in a sexual health clinic only five days before. I was the only one letting this façade down. As she began to speak, I retired into my shy eight year old self, my arms crossed in my lap as I stared down at my fingers.

"So, let's talk about my symptoms." Dr. Johnson said, playing along as though she too was under the belief that I had a stomach flu. "Is it just nausea?" I nodded in silence and she continued. "So, no fever, lethargy?" she jotted away on her little pad as I replied in the negative to both.

"Well, I have been feeling kind of tired," I admitted, though I was pretty certain that too was a result of the pregnancy.

"Okay. When was the last time you were ill, Gabriella?"

I thought about it for a moment carefully, it was so hard to pinpoint a specific day, I felt as though I was throwing up on a constant basis. "Umm…yesterday morning."

"And I see here," she flicked through her files. "That you have a completely clear medical history,"

My mother nodded proudly and began saying how she'd made sure I'd eaten all my vegetables when I was growing up. "That's why I wanted to make sure that it was nothing serious," she explained. "Gabi rarely get sick - I mean, colds and such - so she doesn't tend to pick up these bugs when they go around."

Dr. Johnson nodded in an understanding way. She began to ask me a few question - I think she wanted to make me more comfortable - and then I heard my mothers phone vibrating against the keys in her bag. She looked at us apologetically smiling and then reached for the phone. Checking the caller ID, she said, "I'm sorry," already standing up. "I'm going to have to take this." I thought that it was probably work calling. "Gabi, are you going to be alright?"

"Mom, I'm seventeen, I think I can handle myself for ten minutes." Inwardly, I rolled my eyes. She left us alone and then it was just the doctor and me. The doctor that knew my little secret.

"Gabriella," her voice was more stern than it had been, but it was still soft. "Is it morning sickness?" I kind of liked the way she phrased it in that subtle way; it didn't seem as accusatory as it would've had she just come out and asked me if I was pregnant. I nodded. She had this air about her, kind of like Dr. Li, where she made me feel quite safe, as if I didn't have to hide and feel ashamed. "You have to tell your mother, Gabriella, it isn't right to make her worry like this."

I scoffed. "Sure I can imagine that going down well; 'Oh, Gabriella," I began, doing an impression of my mother. "'I thought you had a little stomach flu, but pregnant? Is that it? Well why didn't you say?' Yeah, I don't see that happening, do you?" I snapped, folding my arms defensively across my stomach again. I'd noticed that I was getting real pissy since I found out. It's like…PMS times ten. I felt bad for being so snappy but it was too late now, no point apologizing.

"I think it's right to let her know. How about the father, have you told him?" I was silent again, tired of her questions. "Are you…are you together?" She asked softly, her voice communicating a pity inside of her that was brewing for me.

My head snapped up, outraged. "I don't just go around sleeping with random guys you know?" I said quite loudly, though still low enough that had my mother been approaching the door she wouldn't have heard me. "Yes, I'm with him."

She nodded again - that was really starting to get to me. "Well, maybe the first step will be to tell him, then, that way, the two of you can explain to your parents united," she suggested. "Gabriella, I understand that you're probably scared, but it'll be easier when you have people to talk to."

"I'm not scared," I denied. "It's just that…he plays ball and the end of the season is coming up and it's like the biggest game of his life and I don't want to stress him out. The second the season's over, then I'll tell him." I felt like I was being pretty convincing, but Dr. Johnson wasn't buying it; I guess she's seen a lot of girls in my position.

"Very considerate of you, Gabriella, but you have to understand, the more you try to hide this, the more stress that puts you, and in turn, the baby, under. It's not healthy." She didn't say it directly, but I knew she was telling me to tell him. "Have you…made any decisions yet?"

"I'm not getting rid of it, if that's what you mean," I mumbled. That was pretty much the only thing I'd been definite on. I knew right away that I was going to have the baby, I couldn't live with killing my child.

"Okay, well that's the first, most important decision. The rest…that'll come to you in time. I can't tell your mother, Gabriella, everything you say to me has to be confidential, but if you need someone to come and talk to, I'll be here…or at my other practice." She handed me a card with the other address on it, though she knew I'd remember where she sex clinic was, and I took it, feigning reluctance.

"Thank you," I mumbled, slipping the card deep into my purse.

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I hadn't quite thought it through, but I knew Dr. Johnson was right, so I sat with my phone in my hand dialling. I'd been there for a while, dialling wrong numbers to by myself time or shutting my phone down the second I pressed that key with little green phone on it. Finally, I dialled and didn't punk out, instead just listened to the torturous ringing on the other side. She answered after a while and I froze momentarily and then said, "Hey, Tay,"

"Hey, Gabs, what's up?"

My mind went blank as I started thinking about how I was going to tell her. How would she react? I knew she wasn't the type to say I shouldn't have the baby, but she was going to freak out.

"Gabi? Are you there?"

"Oh," I snapped myself out of it. "Yeah, something just…something outside my window distracted me." Wow, I was lying a lot these days. She asked me what was up again, and I started to ramble, I'm not too sure what I said.

"Want to come--"

"I'm pregnant," like I said, I had no plan so blurting it out seem the best way to go. "Tay?" I said, uncertain that she was still there when all I heard was silence.

"Either…my line just got interrupted and I picked up someone else's conversation or…you're…are you?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Whoa. That's like…that's pretty big."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, so I've heard." I sad sharply.

"Ouch, someone's pissy,"

I laughed, that was one of the things I loved about Taylor, she wouldn't just let you snap at her and not say something to knock you down a peg or two to snap you out of your mood. She was awesome that way. "I'm sorry," I apologized. "I've been doing that a lot lately. …The hormones, I guess." I said, my voice sedated.

"Gosh, Gabi, have you told your Mom, Troy?"

"You're the first person that knows," I replied, my arm once again falling over my stomach - I realised that I've fallen into that habit of late.

"Well," her voice was suddenly energetic, the sudden change surprised me. "Maybe it was just a wrong test - you hear about this things all the time."

I could picture her as she spoke. I knew she was probably tapping away on her laptop, pulling up stats. "I wish," I said solemnly. "I took three pregnancy tests at home and they were all positive, then I went to this sex clinic to get a doctor's test…positive. I've thought of all these things, Tay, trying to find a loop hole, some kind of mistake, but there isn't one. In nine months, I'm going to be a Mom." Before I even knew it, a fresh batch of tears were streaming down my face, unstoppable, and I was bawling again. Somewhere deep in my consciousness, I could hear Taylor's comforting words, telling me that it would be okay and that I shouldn't cry, but how could I not? I was scared shitless right now, and hadn't a clue what to do. I don't know how to raise a kid, I'm still a kid myself! I don't want to screw up, this is like, I'm going for a huge test and haven't done any revision.

That night, I lay in bed talking - well, whispering - aloud. I was talking to my dad, and this baby. To my dad, I told him that I was sorry. Sorry for letting him down, not making him proud. I asked for his help and guidance too. To the baby, I said a lot, to the baby, I apologized. I told it how sorry I was that I hadn't planned it and that I wasn't sure I could take care of it like it deserved to be cared for, but that I promised to try my best and love it as much as I could, if it would just be patient with me. I also said that even if it was just the two of us, we'd be okay together, because I wouldn't let anyone harm it. And, I told it, in advance, that I was sorry for any mistakes that I made.

Yeah, I was real sorry, that night.

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