As she finished heaving in to the white porcelain bowel her only thought was "god I hope these were cleaned recently."

She leaned back against the door of cubical four of Tree Hill Highs girls toilets a few things made her relies it was not just a flu

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1.It was not fly season.

2.She had been throwing up for two weeks and it was only getting worse.

3.It had been just over a month since that night, well 1 month 3 days and 18 hours (not that she was counting).

4.Her boobs hurt

5.She was 2 weeks late.

The nausea appeared to have past so she went to wash her face and rinse her mouth. The reflection that looked back scared her, she was pale, her eyes were sadder looking than normal and it looked like she hadn't slept in months when infact she had slept late that morning. A fact she know thanked as it meant she would be able slip out while everyone was in class and no one would ever knowing she was there.

Her only stop on the way home was to the drug store were made sure no one she knew saw what she purchase.

Dumping her school stuff by the door she ran up to her bathroom and threw up again. When she was done she retrieved the three test and fallowed the guide lines now all she had to do was wait.

As she lay on her bed staring at the ceiling never before had three minuets seemed so long, she was sure she already new the results praying that she was wrong. She began to think about her options, still hoping she was wrong and she could go on with her life.

The sudden ring of the timer cut through the silence like a knife, causing the girl to jump. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat taking deep breaths in an attempt to not through up. Slowly she made her way to stand in front of the test, taking one final breath she looked down.

She whipped round and cried as she heaved into toilet till she had nothing left to come up, she then rinsed her mouth and washed here face. As she caught a look of her self in the mirror she looked even worse than before.

She held on to the counter she she recited it through in her head 'I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant.'

She kept saying it in her head but it still didn't seem real. She took one final deep breath before allowing the words to slip from lips.

"I'm pregnant." she whispered

"I'm pregnant." almost at normal volume

"I Peyton Sawyer am pregnant." she let out a groan then went through and flopped down on her bed.

After a few minuets she began it talk to herself again. "I Peyton Elizabeth Sawyer am pregnant with Lucas Eugene Scott's child even after he left me to be with my past friend," the tiers began to flow, "I'm such an idiot. I've ruined my life all because of that one night."

A/N:Please let me know if you would like me to continue.