A/N: Hey! So thatnks for all the reveiws already (: I have a few chapters written already so you should get an updtae everyday. Read, Reveiw, and Enjoy
-Christina
"Meredith? Where are you?" Cristina walked into the bathroom that they were forced to share with the rest of the floor.
"Wanting to die," she groaned. Meredith walked out of one of the bathroom stalls. She did look like shit. "I hate morning sickness." No one else was in the bathroom, thank god. "I'm going to kill Sloan when I see him. He is going to suffer for doing this to me."
"Yeah, well, your first class starts in an hour. And you told me to make sure you never miss it." Cristina reminded her.
"Shit," she groaned, but not about the fact that she may miss her class, but because she was over the toilet again, emptying the contents of her stomach. "I have to go. Organic chemistry is impossible to catch up on." She got up and dragged herself back to her room.
Thirty minutes later, she was in sweat pants and an old t-shirt that read 'Seattle High Football' across the front. It was her friends form high school and she was a bit homesick at the moment. "I'm going to grab a coffee and I'll meet you after my class."
"Decaf, babe," Cristina smiled, receiving the finger from Meredith. "Love you too, Mer."
The class was extremely long, and Meredith felt sick a total of three time, but stayed put. If she ran out, her teacher would be asking questions. After walking outside, she saw Mark again. He spotted her and started to walk towards her. Meredith couldn't do this right now, so she turned around. "Mom?" he jaw dropped. "Richard? What are you two doing here?"
"We were here for a consult. And since we were close to Dartmouth, we decided to come visit," Ellis explain. Meredith glanced over her shoulder to see Mark look at her, but then walked away. He obviously thought last night was about something important.
"I'm glad you're here," Meredith hugged both of them. As much as she resented them throughout her high school career, she always loved them. "You want to go grab lunch or something?" Meredith was so glad to see them, even if it was only for an hour or two.
"Yes, Meredith, that sounds great," Richard said as she led them to a diner close to the campus. After a long lunch, Meredith went to the rest of her classes and her parents went back to their consult.
Cristina was outside of Meredith last class, like any other normal day. "I had to run out of that class twice to throw up. My teacher glared at me both times when I came back in. Cris, I have to tell McAsshole and I have to go to the doctors."
"Let's go then," Cristina basically dragged her to the front of the frat house that Mark lives in. "Do you want me to wait or I can go grab us dinner and bring it back to the dorm?"
"Get dinner, I guess," Meredith shrugged and started up the stairs to the front door. Meredith held her bag tight to her side as she knocked on the door. "Hi, is Mark here?"
"His room upstairs," the college senior shrugged and walked back to his friends who were staring at her.
Ignoring them, Meredith made her way up the stairs slowly. She knocked on Mark's door, and then opened it. He was sitting at his desk when she walked in. "Hi. I'm sorry about last night."
"It's fine," he laughed, getting up and closing the door behind her. "So, uh… what was yesterday about?"
Just say it, Meredith told herself just say it, and it'll be over. "Oh uhm, I've kind of been delaying this. I really need to tell you though." Meredith took a deep breath. "Mark, I'm pregnant."
Meredith held her breath as all color left Mark's face. His expression was between shock and disbelief. "What? No, you can't be." Meredith let out the breath she was holding. At least he wasn't mad.
She nodded. "I am Mark. I took a pregnancy test and it came out positive. I've been sick all day. I'm freaking out, here."
"Yeah," he sat on his bed. "I am too." He stood back up. "But it's impossible. I mean, I'm not stupid and I used a condom. That baby can't be mine." He shook his head. Meredith could understand his hesitance. They hooked up at a party and nothing stopped her from doing the next week. It still hurt to hear though.
"Mark, it's yours." She held back the tears. "I promise you, this baby is yours." Meredith bit her lip nervously.
"How do I know?" He shook his head. "How do in know it's not some other guy's kid on campus."
Correction, hearing it didn't just hurt, it was like a stab in the chest. She grabbed a pencil and wrote down her number on a piece of paper, tears already falling. "Just… call me." Meredith ran out of the house and headed for her dorm; Cristina was going to murder him.
"Mer," she sighed after Meredith walked through the door. "What happened? Am I going to have to beat him up?"
"He indirectly called me a whore," Meredith laid down on her bed. "I really wish I could have something alcoholic right now." Meredith groaned, then turned to face the wall.
What hurts the most Is being so close And having so much to say And watching you walk away
"Mer your phone's ringing," Cristina threw a pillow at Meredith's head. She responded by pulling out her phone, opening it, then closing it again. The ringtone went off again.
"God," she sat up on her bed and pressed ignore. "McAsshole obviously isn't getting the point."
"Give me your phone," Meredith obliged and turned back to her wall.
"Hello?" She heard Cristina answer it. "Why should I let you talk to her?…You called her a whore." Meredith could hear him defend himself. "Who am I? I'm Meredith's best friend and if you mess with her you will regret it. Now, if you need to talk to her now: text her. Thanks, bye."
"Thanks, Cris," Meredith faintly smiled. "Oh, can you… I mean only if you want, come to the doctor with me tomorrow?"
"Sure," she nodded.
We need to talk, Mer. I know. I'll call you tomorrow when I get back from the doctors
Ok.
