Peter stood at his locker going through his flash cards of what he was going to say during his presentation. He was flipping through the cards when he heard his locker shut close. He saw Michelle's face and jumped.

"Sup, nerd.", she said.

"God you scared me!", Peter said.

"Sorry. What're you doing?", Michelle curiously asked.

"Oh you know, just going over what I'm gonna say for my science presentation.", he said, flipping through the cards.

"Really?! Why?", Michelle said, giving a small chuckle at the end.

"I'm nervous okay? ", Peter said, defending himself.

"Don't be.", Michelle said grabbing the cards out of his hands. "You'll do great, okay? You're the smartest guy I know just, take a deep breath." Peter smiled at Michelle and she blushed a bit.

Peter took his flashcards back and put them in his hoodie sweatshirt. He closed his locker and felt a pain in his stomach that randomly appeared. He put a hand on his stomach and sighed with a soft groan at the end of it.

"You okay?", Michelle said, looking at him again.

"Yeah, I'm fine.", Peter said, letting go of his stomach, cringing a little.

"Are you sure?", Michelle said, sounding a little concerned.

"Promise.", Peter reassured her. He gave a fake smile, hoping she wouldn't ask him again because, he was actually feeling a little off.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go to class. See you in there.", Michelle said, walking away. Peter nodded and as she left he walked over to the bathroom. He walked in and thankfully no one was in there.

He stood at the sink and ran the cold water. He splashed some water on his face and dried it. He took some deep breathes and tried to calm himself down in the mirror. His stomach started to have a tickling feeling at the bottom of his stomach. Not a good type of tickle but, a tickle that made his stomach hurt. It was more of a nauseating feeling than anything else but, it did hurt which made him panic.

What if he got sick in class? Or worse, during the presentation. He started to really panic now. This presentation was 25% of his grade. He began calming himself down more and then he heard someone walk in the door. He stopped panicking and looked at whoever was coming in the bathroom. It was Ned. Oh boy.

"Oh. Hi Peter. Just came to wash my hands.", Ned said innocently. Peter exhaled the breath he had been holding in for so long. He sighed and walked over to the back wall and put his head on it. looked at him confused.

"You okay dude?", Ned asked.

"Yah. Fine. Why do you ask?", Peter lied.

"Well you just…well, um…you know what never mind.", Ned said, continuing to wash his hands.

Peter sighed of relief when Ned stopped questioning Peter. He hates when Ned asks if he's okay. He's thankful that he has a friend who cares but, he doesn't like admitting his feelings. Even though Ned knows somethings up.

"Anyways, the bell's about to ring so, I'll see you at lunch?", Ned said, drying his hands.

"Yeah, of course.", Peter told him. Ned nodded and walked out of the bathroom to his history class.

Peter took one more deep breath before. Heading out the hallway. He walked across the hall to his classroom and sat in the sit next to Michelle. He sighed and grabbed his flash cards out of his pocket. He starts going through his cards, getting more nervous by the second. Michelle looked over at him and rolled her eyes,

"Peter..", she said. He didn't listen and kept flipping through the cards. His stomach was feeling bubbly and worse. He stopped suddenly and cringed at the pain in his stomach. It didn't feel good. At all.

"Peter are you feeling okay?", Michelle said, looking at him concerned.

"Yeah. I'm-", Peter started. He felt sick at this point. Maybe he stressed himself out to much. "I just, I just feel a little uneasy right now.", Peter admitted. He was feeling worse than uneasy but he didn't want Michelle to worry.

"Well you do look pretty queasy. Just calm your nerves. You'll do fine, okay?", Michelle said, sounding worried.

"Thanks Michelle.", Peter said with a smile.

Time passed and the class began. The teacher started giving instructions about the presentation. He wrote down the order of who was going. Peter was one of the last people to go. Lucky Michelle was last. He was still relieved that he wasn't one of the first because if he was, he would've puked in front of everyone. He was happy that he got time to calm himself down.

50 MINUTES LATER

It was getting closer and closer to the time when Peter had to go. Calming himself down hadn't worked at all. People had been stuttering and messing up. The teacher looked pretty disappointed which made Peter even more nervous. His stomach felt like he was on a really rocky boat. He felt so queasy and dizzy. He knew he was gonna throw up but, it was only a matter of time. In the middle of someone's presentation Michelle looked over at Peter and became worried.

"Peter you don't look so good.", Michelle said.

"I don't feel so good either.", Peter confessed.

"I don't think you should do this you look like you're gonna-"

"Get sick? Yeah, I know. I think I am I just don't know when.", he nervously said.

"Maybe you should go to the office.", Michelle told him.

"No! I can't miss this presentation.", Peter told her.

"Mr. Carter will make let you make it up!", Michelle said.

"No he won't.", Peter said. His stomach churned and he grabbed it, groaning in pain.

"You have to go to the office Peter.", Michelle said, trying to convince him.

"Peter and Michelle! Be quiet back there!", Mr. Carter said. "As a matter of fact, Peter you're up."

Peter looked at Michelle with fear in his eyes.

"Just breathe.", she said.

He nodded and walked out of his seat with his flashcards. He stumbled a bit but, no one noticed. He stood up there and saw all of this classmates staring at him. He hesitated to begin. He grabbed his cards and started reading them out loud. His voice sounded shaky but, everyone was used to it. Everything was going fine until his stomach took a sudden lurch. He stopped and started breathing heavily. Spit started to fill and his mouth and his throat started to open up. He knew he either had to leave quickly or puke in the trash can closest to him.

"Peter are you alright.", Mr. Carter asked.

Peter looked at Michelle who was telling him to go to the bathroom. He nodded and looked at the teacher saying, "Can I please go to the bathroom?"

"Of course. Are you oka-", but before Mr. Carter could finish his sentence Peter was already out of the classroom.

"Well, Michelle its your turn.", Mr. Carter informed her.

IN THE BATHROOM

Peter was the luckiest boy at the moment because no one was in the bathroom again he ran into a stall and locked. He got on his knees and his stomach lurched, causing him to heave into the toilet. Nothing. He sat on his knees, keeping his head on the toilet, afraid to throw up. He gagged some more but nothing would come up. Tears began to form in his eyes. Why does all the bad stuff have to happen to him?

IN THE HALLWAY

After class was dismissed, Michelle quickly walked out of the hallway to find Ned by his locker.

"Ned! Thank god I found you so quick!", Michelle said, relieved.

"Why, what's wrong?", Ned said, getting a little antsy.

"You need to go check on Peter. He left class early and didn't come back for like 10 minutes.", Michelle explained.

"Okay where is he?", Ned asked.

"He's in the bathroom. He said he wasn't feeling well earlier.", Michelle said.

"Ugh, I knew it. Did he get sick?",

"I'm not sure and i'm not a boy so you need to go check on him.", Michelle sounding more worried.

"Okay, okay. I will. I'm sure he's fine.", Ned said. Michelle sighed. "Why are you concerned about Peter.", Ned asked.

"Because…., thats not important just go!", Michelle said. Then she turned and walked away to the lunch room.

Ned smirked at her and walked into the boys bathroom. He saw Peter at the sink, his hands on each side.

"Hi Peter.", Ned said, innocently. Peter looked at him and then looked back down at the sink. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I feel better.", Peter said.

"Did you..", Ned started.

"No I didn't puke if thats what you're thinking.", Peter said. "But I almost did and, I feel better."

"That's good. I guess.", Ned said. "Do you need a minute or-"

"No, we can go. I'll be fine.", Peter told him.

"Okay, come on. Michelle is waiting.", Ned said with a laugh.

"Why are you laughing?", Peter said cluelessly.

"Oh no reason.", Ned said, laughing more. Peter looked at him confused and the left the bathroom. They both headed for the lunch room.