Hey guys. This is my first try at this whole fanfiction thing, but I hope you like it!

Tori POV

This is bad. This is so so so bad.

I can't take my eyes off of it. I just keep staring at that little white stick, waiting for that plus sign to magically turn into a minus sign. But it doesn't. But it has to be wrong, right? It's just a false positive. Yeah, that's it. Just a false alarm meant to scare me out of ever having sex again. And oh buddy, did it work.

You don't really believe it's a false alarm, do you? You haven't had a period in over two months. AND you've been throwing up for weeks for no apparent reason.

I sigh and rake my hands back through my hair. So maybe it isn't a false positive. Maybe I actually am pregnant. With a baby. In high school.

"Nooooo", I groan to myself. This could ruin everything. Every dream that I ever had could be out the window now. Plus, what are my friends going to think of me? And my family? Oh God, my parents! They're going to kill me!

Calm down. Nobody is going to kill you.

"Well, if you say so", I mumble to myself.

I'm serious. You need to take a deep breath and think about your options before you go spilling this to everybody.

What options? I know darn well that I would never be able to go through with an abortion. Adoption...maybe. But by that point, everyone will already know. What if I have to leave Hollywood Arts? I can't leave! I might not have been there that long, but it already feels like home to me.

Don't worry, I'm sure your baby daddy will have your back.

That is the last thing that I need to think about right now, thank you!

Well, you're going to have to think about it sooner or later.

I choose later.

"Tori!" My head snaps up at the sound of my sister's loud voice combined with a rapping on the bathroom door. I panic and stick the test in the front pocket of my jeans. My long, flowing top will easily cover it until I find a place to discard it. The trashcan here is way too risky.

"Tori!", Trina yells again.

"I'm coming!", I shout back as I open the door.

I spend the next few minutes listening to Trina babble on about stuff that is completely and totally unimportant in the car. But I'm too distracted to care about what she's saying. And she takes note of this.

"What's up with you?", she finally asks.

I look at her, and she's looking at me in a way that makes me think she's actually worried about me. "Nothing", I say quietly. "I'm fine."

She sighs but ultimately decides not to press me. Thank goodness. Right now, I don't think it would take much pushing to get me to confess everything. I'm confused and scared out of my freakin' mind.

As I head to my locker, I get hit by the usual wave of nausea. But it isn't as bad as it usually is. So I decide to ignore it and just hope that it goes away. I've had to run off to the bathroom twice already this week. I know people are eventually going to figure out what's going on.

Spotting my friends, I slowly make my way to them. "Hey, guys." And then I get a whiff of Robbie's burrito. I force a smile. "I'll be right back." And then I promptly run off to the bathroom.

Jade POV

"Okay, something is up with Tori", Andre says, looking in the direction that Tori ran off in.

Beck nods, removing his arm from my waist. "She hasn't looked like herself lately."

I roll my eyes. I don't know what it is about Vega that makes everyone so freakin' protective of her. She's a big girl. She can take care of herself.

"What if she's sick?", Cat suggests in a worried fashion.

"But this only happens in the mornings", Andre points out. "If she was sick, wouldn't she be sick all the time?"

"This has been going on for longer than an illness would typically last", Robbie comments.

I smirk at the thought that popped into my head. Oh, that would be too rich.

"Isn't it obvious?", I say, looking around at all of them. "She's pregnant."

They all just look at me like I'm crazy. Not smart on their parts. "What she's been having- it's called morning sickness", I say slowly to dumb it down for them. "Maybe Vega's not such a good girl after all."

None of them respond, except for the stupid puppet. "Tori? Pregnant? I think somebody's been watching too much TV."

"Tori can't be pregnant", Cat agrees. "She doesn't even have a boyfriend."

I look at the guys, and all of them still look stunned by my suggestion that perfect little Tori Vega could be knocked up. Not that I actually think she is. I was just presented with the perfect opportunity to make her look bad. Of course I took it. I didn't expect everyone to take it so seriously.

"I wasn't being serious", I finally say, crossing my arms. None of them look any more relieved.

"Maybe somebody should go check on her", Robbie says, his glance switching between Cat and me.

"I held her hair back twice already", Cat whines.

Everyone turns to me, and I let out a groan. "Fine. Just this once."

Thankfully, by the time I get to the bathroom, Vega's done puking. She's just staring at her reflection in the mirror like the world has come to an end or something. I got to say- she doesn't work this demeanor anywhere close to as good as I do.

"Everybody thinks you're dying", I say, making my presence known.

She looks at me with a flash of terror in her eyes, before she attempts to compose herself. "Oh. Well...I'm not."

I smile at her discomfort. "I told everyone that I think you're pregnant."

Her jaw drops. "What? How could you do something like that, Jade? I don't understand you. I try to be so nice to you, and you're always treating me like crap! Now you start this rumor to embarrass me in front of the whole school! Why do you always have to hurt somebody?"

I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction. I expected her to be annoyed, sure. Shoot, that's exactly what I was going for. But I didn't expect her to start crying while she blew up at me. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I was too confused to retaliate.

Andre POV

"I wonder what's taking Tori and Jade so long", Cat says worriedly as we all take our seats in Sikowitz's class.

"Yeah, it might not have been the best idea to send Jade in after her", I concede. But hey, it wasn't like me or Beck or Robbie could go in the girls bathroom! Well, I mean I guess we could. We would just get a lot of really strange looks.

Tori finally walks into the room with Jade following behind her. And we all breathe a sigh of relief.

"You okay?", I ask as she sits down.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She smiles, but I can tell she's faking it. I look back at Jade, who's watching Tori like a hawk. Kinda creepy.

"Hello, class." We all look at Sikowitz, who's holding a baby doll in his arms. It's obviously a doll, but he's holding it like you would hold an actual baby. I fight back a laugh, and I can see everybody else trying to do the same.

"Can I play with the doll?", Cat asks, holding her hand up excitedly.

"It's not a doll, Cat. It's a baby. You see, many actors will have to work with dolls as a replacement for a human baby. But they have to treat them as if they're real. Otherwise, the scene won't come across as real. That's what we're going to be doing today."

"You've got to be kidding me", I hear Tori mutter.

"Tori and Andre." We both look up at the sound of our names. "How about you go first?"

I reluctantly stand up, and Tori eventually joins me. "What do we have to do?", I ask.

"You will pretend that this baby-", he motions to the doll. "-is yours. You've just brought it home from the hospital."

I take the brown-haired, blue-eyed doll from him. "Uh, can I get a paternity test first?"

"Is it okay if I sit this one out?", Tori asks. "I'm really not very good with babies."

"But you love babies!", Cat points out, much to Tori's chagrin.

Tori looks at the doll in my arms. Then she covers her mouth with her hand and dashes out of the room.

Sikowitz scratches his head in confusion. "I certainly hope she's okay." Then he moves back to class. "Alright. Jade, you come play the mother. And please try to refrain from breaking the baby."

Tori POV

This has got to be the worst day of my life. I don't want to go back to class. Not after I just humiliated myself in front of everyone. And I certainly don't want to do that assignment. Couldn't Sikowitz have picked something- anything- else?

It wasn't like he knew you were pregnant.

Oh, great. You're back.

I'm you, you moron! Just the more reasonable side of you. You're HAVING a baby, so stop acting like one! Go back in there!

That's exactly why I can't! I'm supposed to act like a mother, all while knowing that I'm about to be one? It's too weird!

Is that what you're going to do when you actually pop this kid out? Just run away?

Who says I'm even keeping it? There are tons of people out there that would give their right arm and leg to have this baby.

Oh, please. We both know that nobody will be able to pry the kid from your arms after you've carried it for nine months.

I let out a hopeless sigh. Because deep down, I know that's true. I'm not the kind of person who would be able to give my own baby away. No matter how many problems it causes me. But that realization doesn't change the fact that I can't go back to class today. I just...I can't.

You know you're going to have to face the music eventually.

I reach into the pocket of my jeans and pull out the incriminating white stick. The plus sign is still there, serving as a cruel reminder that my life is never going to be the same again. I toss the stick into the trashcan. And then for the first time all day...I let myself cry.

Sooo...should I keep going? Thoughts are much appreciated!