"Look Emmett, I'm not sure. All I know is that I'm…late." Bay looked around nervously as she shyly signed the last word with a distraught look on her face. God forbid someone else in the school see what she was signing to Emmett. She had been so happy to have finally reunited with him that night in the park after Matthew had cat fished him, but her joy had been cut short. Emmett sighed and put his head in his hands. Bay put her hand out and placed on his shoulder covered by his leather jacket. "How late is late? Maybe it's just stress. You've had a lot going on recently." Emmett suggested, shrugging. Bay twiddled her thumbs nervously. "I don't know. Maybe. I just thought…I just thought you should know."
Daphne suddenly appeared behind Emmett. "Thought he should know what?" She asked with her usual smile as she plopped down next Emmett. Bay tried to hide her fear. What was she going to tell Daphne? "That Bay is working on a new art piece based around Ripley." Emmett replied with ease. Ripley was Emmett's bike. "Oh cool! So are you guys…?" Daphne's sentence trailed off. Bay had told Daphne that she had had sex with Emmett but nothing more. Emmett looked at Bay and shrugged. "We're…talking about it. But of course Bay is with Tank." He stated matter-of-factly. Bay sighed as she wondered exactly what she was going to tell Tank.
Suddenly a twinge of nausea rolled through her stomach. "I'm sorry, excuse me" she mumbled as she quickly rose from the lunch table and ran inside to the bathroom, her hand covering her mouth. Bay ran into the first empty stall she could find and profusely vomited into the toilet. When she was finished, she flushed the toilet and sat on the hard tile floor with her head against her knees. This could not possibly be happening to her! She heard the bathroom door swing open and then footsteps. "Bay? Are you in here? Are you okay?" It was Daphne.
Bay quickly stood up, brushed off her pants and opened the stall door. "Yes! I am here and…I am fine!" She said, forcing the best smile that she could. Daphne raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "You really expect me to believe that? I thought you'd know by now that you can't lie to me." Bay walked over to the sink and turned on the water. "Really. I just had to pee. No big deal." Bay laughed. Daphne rolled her eyes. "Well when you decide you're ready to talk about it, I'll be here." Daphne said as she walked out of the bathroom. Bay stared into her own dark brown eyes in the mirror. What was she going to do?
Bay walked out of the bathroom and ran straight into Emmett. "Bay! I'm sorry…why do you smell like that? Did you get sick in there?" Emmett signed with a concerned look on his face. Bay blushed. She hadn't even thought about trying to cover the stench of vomit on her breath. "Yeah…I did. Do you have any gum?" She asked. Emmett handed her a piece of minty gum out of his backpack. "Has that been happening a lot lately?" Emmett signed. Bay looked away and nodded. "Almost all day, every day. It's probably nothing though." She assured him, although she could not make herself believe that. "Are you sure?" Emmett eyed Bay suspiciously. "No. Okay I'm not sure of anything right now except…look I've got to go. I'll text you later." Bay said as she grabbed her backpack and rushed away.
"Okay…so that's…" Bay groaned. She was going over her calendar, trying to figure out precisely when her period should have started this month. She was somewhere around two weeks late. Bay flopped down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. Her phone began to ring. She picked it up. The caller ID stated that Tank was calling. Was she ready to deal with this right now? "Hello? Bay?" Tank's voice boomed through the cell phone. "Yeah, hey, I'm…I'm here." Bay said as she rubbed her temple with her free hand. "I haven't heard from you for a few days. I was about to send a search team." Tank joked. Bay gave a half hearted snicker. "I've just been busy. You know, school and art and…stuff." Although Tank didn't need to know what 'stuff.' "You sound a little down. Listen, we're having a party tonight. HUGE. It's gonna be a total rager. Why don't you come?" Tank sounded so enthusiastic and Bay didn't want to crush him. She might have to break his heart at some point, but it didn't have to be now. "Uh, sure. Sounds like fun. I'll be there. See ya later." Bay hung up.
She needed to convince Tank that, for the time being, nothing was going on. She had wept to Tank on numerous occasions about how awful she had felt when Emmett and Ty had cheated on her. So how in the world was she going to explain to them that not only had she slept with Emmett, but that she was possibly carrying his child? Bay looked aimlessly through her closet. She pulled a jacket out of her closet and slipped her arms through the sleeves. Her phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text from Emmett. "Hey. Doing okay?" Bay pursed her lips together and stuck her phone in her back pocket. How well could she possibly be doing? And even so, she didn't know anything was going on for sure yet. Bay came down the stairs, announced that she was going to hang out with Tank, and drove away before anyone could stop her.
Bay pulled up outside of the house with the address that Tank had texted to her. The music could be heard all the way down the street and the backyard was full of drunken college kids. Tank ran out the front door to meet Bay. "Bay! Oh my gosh, you totally missed it! Mark just-hey are you okay?" Bay was leaning heavily against her car with her hand covering her pale face. She was suddenly struck with another wave of nausea. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm just…thirsty." Tank laughed. "Well tonight is all you can drink night! Come on!" He took her by the hand and led her inside.
The music was even louder inside the house, which was packed wall to wall with people and alcohol. There was a beer keg and of course a table set up for beer pong. Normally she would be excited, but she just felt tired and ready to go home. "What do you want to drink?" Tank asked, gesturing toward the table full of alcohol. Bay skimmed over it nervously as she realized she shouldn't drink alcohol, just in case she was really pregnant. "Uh…just…just water…would be great." Tank raised his eyebrows. "Water? You come out to this fantastic party and you want to drink water?" Bay brushed her hair behind her ear and looked down at her feet, unsure of what to say. Tank put his hands on Bay's shoulders. "Bay, what's the matter? What's up?" Tears welled up in Bay's eyes. Tank didn't deserve this.