Hey Dolls! I am so excited to start this chapter! I got a new laptop for my birthday (november 4th) and I absolutely love it! I will finally be able to update my stories more often, and even start new ones! I want to thank everyone who reviewed last chapter, you guys are amazing!

A/N: I do not own anyone, though I think it would be very awesome to! :)

Chapter Seven: Sick

The cold air brushed against students, as some walked their cars, and others walked. Some stayed on the school property, chatting with their friends, and others, like Maria, urged to get home without a doubt. The sun slightly beamed on the brunette, not making her warm at all. Hugging herself to feel warmth, Maria felt a queezy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Closing her eyes, she hoped it would soon go away. But it seemed luck wasn't on her side.

Rocking herself, Maria turned her sight somewhere ele's, trying not to look at the scene she had just created. Her morning sickness had went from bad, to terrible. Needing a bathroom pass almost every minute, the seven-teen year old knew her teachers were begining to worry about. Some started to even get annoyed, and declined her restroom requests. But who could blame them?

Getting up off of her knee's, Maria siezed to noticed the two teenagers walking her way. Though she wasn't nearly in the mood to interact with anyone Maria tried her best to put on a fake smile, making it seem as if nothing was wrong with her.

"Hey Maria," One of the teenaged girls, with red long hair, and a tattoo on her arm, greeted her. Maria quickly memorized this girl as Amy, or Lita, as her friends called her.

"Hi Amy, Hi Eve," Maria replied, her voice sounding a tad nervous. Though she had never really been the greatest friends of Eve and Amy, she knew them well enough to know, that they were smart and loyal. Something she wished she could be.

"Have you seen the new girl, Patricia? She's like majorly perfect at everything," Eve started. "She's from Canada, I think. She's like a total Barbie Doll. I mean, have you seen her hair? You can't find that type of blond in stores".

Maria couldn't help but nod in agreement to Eve's statement. Though, she didn't really like Trish, or know anything about her, Eve continued to make her sound like a perfect 10. The only thing she herself knew about Trish was that she was interested in Jeff, and this angered Maria deeply. But she couldn't help but feel guilty for it, after all, she wasn't Jeff's girlfriend.

"I'll catch you guys later," Maria said as she left the two girls, who were still talking about Trish. She couldn't understand why they liked Trish so much. Maria never had that type of spotlight.

Closing the front door to her house, Maria tried to take her mind off of Trish. Off of everything that was happening in her life, replacing it with relaxation. Tossing her bookbag on the pink chair in her room, the brunette peacefully plopped herself on her bed, which seemed to be the most comfortable thing in the world, to her.

"Baby," She placed a hand on her warm stomach, which was still flat, but a had a slight bump that only she could notice. "I don't know if you can hear me, but I'm Maria. I'm your mom, well maybe. I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Should I give you to people who can't have kids? Will you hate me if I do that? Or will I keep you? Will your hate me if I bring you into my complicated life?"

Sighing, Maria closed her eyes, trying to stop the headache she was recieving. The sunlight shone gracefully in her bedroom. In her sleep, Maria looked peaceful. Like a goddess that would do no evil. It was something that Maria couldn't see in her eyes. Her beauty.

"...well if you carry on this way, things are better if I stay," Following the lyrics to the music on his MP3 player, Jeff found himself walking around his house, bored out of his mind. The music blasted on him MP3, causing him to hear nothing, but the song playing. His brother, Matt, was out on a date. He couldn't help but think of his older brother as a dork, for that reason.

Walking back upstairs to his room, Jeff could easily see Maria from his window. The view from his rooom to her's was almost perfect, except the curtains that slightly got in the way. His eyes softened once he saw she was asleep. The sight made him wonder why she didn't have a boyfriend?

It was easy to see that Jeff's thoughts were somewhere eles. Back at the night, he and Maria had. To him, that night was what he thought sex was. A typical one night stand, and nothing more. He had Trish now, and Maria was just apart of his past.

Sighing, the blond sat on his bed, in deep thoughts. The warm air set in his house lingered in his room. Running a hand through his hair, Jeff turned on his t.v. Anything would be acceptable to watch.

"Teenage pregnancies are booming accross America. Young adults are having unprotected sex, and bringing babies into this world,"

Jeff focused his attention on the t.v. The womens words echoed through is head. Unprotected sex. His heart began to beat nervously. What if he had gotten Maria pregnant? She would tell me, he thought. Shaking off the bad thoughts, Jeff turned the t.v. To something eles, something that didn't involve pregnant teenagers.

Brushing her long brown hair slowly, Mickie sat still, looking at her reflection in the mirror. In everyone's eyes, Mickie was perfect. Sociable to everyone, invovled with school, and a great future ahead. But there was something that had always bugged her. Her weight.

Making sure her door was locked, and windows were close, the brunette quietly krept in her bathroom. The light had already been on, so she didn't have to turn it on. Making sure the toilet seat was up, Mickie slowly stuck her finger down her throat.

"Piggie James! Are you hungry Piggie?"

Chucks of vomit erupted from her. Tears rolled down her tanned face, as she thought about when she was younger, how kids would tease her. John had always told her he loved her weight, but that seemed to never be enough. This had always been a problem for Mickie, but she often told herself itt was a choice, and shr didn't need help.

"Mickie!" A small knock came at her door. The sound of someone repeating her name over and over again lead her to believe it was her younger brother, Dylan.

"What is it Dyl?" She yelled back, not opening the door.

"Can you read me a story?"

"Just a second," She yelled. Looking in the mirror one last time, Mickie noded at herself, with a smile. For the first time that day, she left skinny.

Okay thanks for reading peeps! Please review! And here's a quick questions for you guys: Who do you think should be added into the story?And aslo who's gonna watch the new Spongebob Mystery with a Twistery movie? If you are, who do you think did it? My moneys on Patrick xD

-xx. Chelsie Dear!