Sorry for not updating, but I just got back from camp.

I sat next to Jacob in class, purposely not looking toured the back of the class were I felt Embry's eyes on us. English had always been my favorite class and best subject, but today I just couldn't concentrate, and the fact that my stomach was going crazy.

"Andy, are you ok?" Jacob asked, leaning over with a face filled with concern.

"I'm fine, just hungry," I lied. I didn't want him to be worried about me. He turned back to the front, but cast a look at me every once and a while. As soon as the bell wrong, I hurriedly stuffed my things into my backpack and dashed for the door.

"Andy, are you ok?" a voice that I did not feel like hearing asked from behind me.

"I'm fine Paul," I growled back, walking at a fast pace toured the bathroom.

"You don't look fine," Paul persisted, now striding along beside me. "Do you need to go see the nurse?"

"I'm fine," I sped up my pace a little, needing to get to the bathroom.

"Are you," he started too asked again, but was cut off.

"Andy, what's wrong?" Leah asked coming up in front of me.

"I need to get to the bathroom," I told her, clutching my stomach with one hand, gripping my backpack with the other. "I feel like I'm going to puke," I added just incase she didn't get it.

"Come on," she grabbed my arm and made a mad dash for the bathroom, yelling for everyone to get out of her way. Leah slammed open the bathroom door and literally pushed me into the closest stall. I dropped my bag and kneeled over the toilet and started to hurl. "Gross," I herd Leah mutter under her breath.

After five minutes of throwing up my breakfast, I got up and washed out my mouth. "What was that all about?" Leah asked coming up to my side. "You never throw up," she added as if I didn't know.

"I know, I don't know," I trailed off, remembering something that was very important. "Leah, what's today's date?" I asked beardy above a whisper.

"The tenth, but what dose that have to do with anything?" she asked confused. The bell for second period rang, but that just made it even clearer to me.

"I'm three weeks late," I murmured, but Leah herd me.

"I'll go sneak a test from the nurse's office," Leah informed me, gave me a hug, and left the bathroom. I just stood there, shocked. What if I was pregnant? What would everyone think? What would my mom think? But better yet, what would Embry do?