Chapter 6
Mitchie smiled. She wasn't pregnant. The stick was quickly thrown in the trash and she washed her hands. Glass broke and a curse rose above the silence. Mitchie laughed. Now that she knew the results, her mood was happy, in a relieved way. She exited the bathroom where everyone stared at her from the couch. Mitchie glanced to the side and saw Gabriella sweeping up some glass, also staring at her.
Mitchie shook her head. A breath left everyone's mouth as they sighed with relief. Shane blushed madly and hugged her. "I'm sorry," he muttered into her ear. Mitchie nodded, hugging him back.
"Well, this is TOO awkward for me. Let's go eat lunch or something," Jason said. Everyone stayed where they were. "I'M NOT KIDDING. I'M HUNGRY, THIS HAS BEEN WEIRD, AND I GOT SOUP ON ME YESTERDAY! LET'S EAT!" he yelled. Everyone stumbled off the bus. Mitchie still didn't know why she had been throwing up. She shook it off as Shane wrapped an arm around her and they began talking.
"Gabriella, you didn't dump anything on Jason this time. And he pulled out a chair for you," Mitchie gasped in fake amazement. Gabriella laughed, putting away her phone. The two sisters sat on Mitchie's bed, chatting. The one subject of how Mitchie thought she was pregnant, didn't even go near their conversation. Mitchie was happy if it stayed like that.
"Maybe, Jason isn't so bad," Gabriella admitted, staring at Jason as he, plus Shane and Nate, played their game. "I mean, he's actually kinda-,"
"Kinda what?" Mitchie and Gabriella jumped as Jason spoke up without turning around. Gabriella blushed. She stood up and dumped her water on Jason.
"Eavesdropper," she hissed, walking toward the TV room and slamming the door behind her.
"Jason, you were SO close," Mitchie sighed. She put her hand to her mouth. A rushing feeling crawled up her throat. Mitchie scampered to the bathroom. Shane, Nate, and Shane heard noises that made THEM want to puke. Shane stood up, only to be stopped by Nate.
"Yeah, Shane, I got this," Nate said, knocking on the door.
"Is it Nate?"
"Yeah, Mitchie."
Mitchie opened the door, she pulled him in. "Nate, I HAVE to be pregnant. I'm not throwing up for any other reason. How, how could I let this happen!" she cried, sinking to the ground. Nate cocked his head.
"Let me explain this to you, Mitchie. When a man and a woman love each other, I mean, LOVE EACH OTHER, they physically love. Which produces a baby, if you're not protected. You, on the other hand, and Shane, have never even kissed. HOW ARE YOU PREGNANT?" Nate asked. Mitchie bit her lip. She reached for the door.
Nate's eyebrow went up. His eyes widened and he pushed against the door, blocking her way. "Last night, huh? You and Shane and last night," he whispered. Mitchie put her hands behind her back and nodded slowly. Nate looked her up and down. "You're fifteen, Mitchie. You can't have a child."
Tears welled in Mitchie's eyes. "No, I can't!" she sobbed. Nate wrapped his arms around her. "I can't get an abortion. I hate doing that. But I can't have a baby. Nate, I'm scared," Mitchie whispered. "We can't tell, Shane. Nate, promise me. Not yet, at least," she begged.
It was agreed. Mitchie would wait until she was sure she was pregnant and tell Shane. But three months later, Mitchie was having trouble keeping the agreement.