(A/N: sorry I took so long to update. I'm trying to do as much revising as I can before the final exams in 6 weeks. I know 6 weeks is a long time, but I'm not smart and un-talented, and I need this time to study if I wanna pass!

I'll do my best to update, although I don't think I'll get more than a chapter done a week.)

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CHAPTER 17

PREGNANT?

"Susannah. Susannah are you all right? What happened? Susannah, can you hear me?"

Jesse's face was swimming in and out of view. What was he doing here? Wasn't he dead? And why were Paul and this strange girl with red hair here?

"Susannah, answer me."

Jesse's face was getting blurred, and I couldn't see him that well, darkness was threatening to over cloud my vision, but I didn't let it. I blinked, and tried to sit up. As I did so, the pain in my head increased. I felt stiff, and I was aching all over. I tried again, and this time succeeded, but also managed to throw up all over Jesse's shoes.

I muttered an extremely nice 4 letter word. "Jesse, I'm so sorry…" But Jesse didn't seem that preoccupied about his shoes.

"We should get you home." He said. "You're as pale as death."

I nodded weakly.

"Here, have some water." The girl with red hair said, extending a glass of water to me. Rachael.

I took it gratefully, and stood up, trying to ignore the pain searing through my head. I felt dizzy, but tried not to let it show.

"Suze? Your mom wants to talk to you." Paul said, handing the phone over to me.

"Mom?"

"Suzie! Oh Suzie! I heard what happened! Are you okay? I'm coming over to pick you up. Oh thank God you're all right! I was so worried."

"Sure, mom. Could you just like, hurry please?"

"I'll be right there."

"Thanks mom, bye."

"Oh, and Suzie-" She said, but I'd already hung up. My head was killing me, and my vision was getting blurred with tears. I wished someone could just hit me over the head with something hard, and that I could black out, so I wouldn't have to feel the pain.

Jesse stepped forward, noticing my tears, but I waved him off. Rachael however, didn't get the message that I wanted to be left alone.

"Suze, I gotta tell you something." She said.

"What?"

"Well…" she said, her voice faltering as she glanced towards Jesse and Paul.

"We're leaving already." Paul said, sounding offended. "Come on Jesse."

Rachael waited until they had closed the door behind them, and then sat down on the couch, in front of the play station 2. She patted the space next to her, and I sat down, wondering what she wanted to tell me.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm okay. My head feels like it's about to burst, and I just threw up all over my boyfriends shoes, yeah, I'm great."

"Sorry." Rachael muttered. "I just thought, that, you know, there was a reason to why you fainted and threw up and stuff."

"Such as…?"

Rachael blushed. "Have you and Jesse like… you know… done it?"

I stared at her. Did she just really ask me that?

"Coz, you know, if u were pregnant… maybe that was the reason…?"

I looked at her and burst out laughing.

"Rachael!"

"Sorry." She said. A grin was forming on her face. "I know it's a stupid idea. It was just the first thing that popped into my mind and I thought that…" She stopped to catch her breath. By this time I felt like my sides were splitting we were laughing so hard.

"Rachael" I said, wiping away tears of laughter "where the hell did you get that idea from? And even if I would ever you know… do it with Jesse-" I blushed at the thought "I would not let him without a condom. I mean, seriously. And Jesse is way too much of a gentleman to deflower me before marriage anyway."

"I'm sorry. I know. It was just the first thing that came into my head."

"You're forgiven. Hey… wow… I feel better now… strange… what did you put in the water?"

Rachael grinned. "Secret."

I heard the doorbell ring, and rushed out of the room into the hall.

"Jesse!" I hissed.

He motioned to me from behind the kitchen door where he was hiding, just out of view of my mom, to whom Paul had just opened the door.

"Mom!" I rushed towards her before she could come in and spot Jesse.

"Suzie! Oh thank god you're all right! How are you feeling?"

"Better than before, I guess. Tired."

"Well, come on, let's get you home then. I can imagine you're tired, after such a day! Six flags must have worn you out."

"Six flags was great." I said stonily.

"I can imagine. Jesse's a great guy Suze, and don't look at me like that. Brad is the one you should be looking at evilly. He's the one who's got something against Jesse. Not me."

"Right." I said, glancing towards Paul who was looking half amused, half nervous. I guess it's strange to be able to over hear your girlfriend's best friend's conversation with her mom about her boyfriend. I glanced back at mom, then at Paul again. Finally she got the point.

"Come on Suze, let's get you home."

"Uh, yeah." I said to Paul. "I guess I'll see you on Monday."

"Sure thing. See ya."

I glanced at Jesse, who mouthed "I'll call you", and waved. Smiling back at him, I made my way to the car, sank down in the passenger seat and didn't say a word until we got home.

I stayed silent as mom turned off the ignition, and I un-buckled my seat belt, stepping out of the car. I shivered as I pulled my coat tighter around me, and made my way up the driveway to the porch, and let myself into the house.

Brad was still up, playing cool border, and my mind flashed back to the first time I'd met him, and I'd beat him 8 times in a row before he gave up. The first day I'd met Jesse. I smiled as I recalled the memory, and found Brad smiling right back at me.

He must have thought I was smiling at him. My face flushed at the thought.

"You all right? We heard what happened. What did happen anyways? You just, blacked out?"

"Yes. Now if you don't mind I'm going up to bed."

Yes, I know. I know I was being mean, but I didn't care. My head was killing me and he was actually being nice to me. Why can't he try being friends with someone else? Why not try being friendly towards Jesse? What had Jesse ever done to him anyways, for him to hate Jesse this much?

Angrily I stomped up the stairs stopped at my bedroom door. This time, no surprises. I squared my shoulders and threw the door open, and stopped dead. It was empty. Finally. Finally, finally, finally, my room was devoid of any presences except my own. I got dressed in the bathroom – yes, habits are hard to break – and climbed into bed, staring at the canopy above. I lay like that for 10 minutes, thinking about absolutely nothing, before finally surrendering, and letting my eye lids shut.

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(A/N: please review! I know not much happened, and that the story kinda sucks at the moment, but it'll get better! Somehow.)