Hey. I feel a little better because of Alan Jackson and George Strait. :)

-The Next Day-

Mo's POV

I frowned. I didn't want to go to school. But I had to. I went to the nurses offices.

"Nurse Franklin?" I said. She looked up.

"Hello, dear. What is it?" She asked, concerned. She was really nice.

"Um..." I shut the door. "I'm pregnant. I have a note from my OB that excues me from PE. And I need to change my address. I no longer live with my parents." I said, looking down.

"Oh, dear." She stood up. "Um, well, for the address change, I would suggest going to the counsilers, and I will take the note to your gym coach, and I will e-mail your teachers, that if you ever need to, you can come here to rest." She said. "You get to class, oh sweetie?" She said, I looked at her. "Do you have any vitamins?" She asked.

"Yes. Here's some of them. I have some more at home." I handed her the bottle that had my name on them.

"Alright, dear. Now go to class." I left, I saw Scott and Ray outside the office, Ray looking like he would puke. I have the same feeling. Cafeteria had eggs this morning.

"What's up with you?" I said bitterly.

"Stomach Flu." Scott said, helping Ray.

I took about five steps back, I did NOT want to get sick. Not being pregnant. "Stay away from me." I said, half running to my locker. Unknown to me, they had heard every word that left my mouth from the minute I stepped foot in the nurses office.

-At Lunch-

I sat down, and looked at my lunch. It was a cheeseburger, salad, fruit salad, some chips, and a can of Mel's Lemonade. I think the baby will love Mel's lemonade just like I do. "ATTENITION!" I heard a male voice yell. I looked up and saw Scott on a table.

"Oh boy."

"What is it now, Pickett!" Stella yelled.

"Shut up. Anyway. Someone in this very room, is PREGNANT!" He shouted, everyone started talking, looking at the table of prostitutes in the corner. Oh no.

"Nope. Not the prostitutes." He smirked.

"Who is it?" Yelled a girl.

"You all know her. You would NOT expect this." He smiled. I sunk down in my chair.

"WHO IS IT?" Yelled a boy.

He smiled. "Mohini Banjaree." All heads turned to me.

Stella stood up. "No she's not!" We all looked at her, she whispered, "work with me, here."

"No. I have a recording of Mo telling the school nurse." I got up and 'calmly' walked out. But I was screaming on the inside. I went to the elevator that went to the 'underground'. After it got there, I ran as fast as I could to the detention room. I sat down and began sobbing.

Charlie's POV

"Pickett!" Stella yelled.

"What!" He yelled back.

"That's mean." Olivia yelled.

"So what?" He said, jumping down and going up to her.

"So you shouldn't do that. You probably really hurt her. Again." Olivia said. He shoved her (A/N Scott, no acting like your in kindergarden, boy, your in high school).

"Woah woah, what's going on here?" Princible Brinigan said as he rode up on his scooter.

"Nothin." Scott said, glaring at us.

After that, we left and saw the fluffy haired guy. I don't know his name... We never really talked. "Hey, have you seen Mo?" I asked.

"Yeah. Basement. She was crying." We ran to the elevator, went to the basement, and ran to the detention room. Mo was sitting at a desk crying.

"Hey Mo-Mo. How ya feeling?" Stella asked, rubbing Mo's back.

"I-I-I don't k-know." She started crying again and put her head against Stella.

"Shh, honey, Scott's going to die a slow and very painful death in which no-one will be able to find his body and if they do, they will not be able to know it was me because I know how to make it look like suicide and also how to make it look like an accident because I watch murder shows." Stella said, stroking her hair.

Mo's POV

I laughed a little bit, Stella alway's made me feel better. Her personality just makes me happier. I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, I cluched my stomach and only one thought was in my head.

My baby.

They abviously noticed.

"Let's get her to the nurse." Wen and Charlie helped me up, they took me to the nurse, who drove me to the hospital. I'm scared!

-Few hours later-

I was in a hospital bed, my friends at my bedside, and I was worried about my baby. Is it ok?

A doctor walked in. "Good news, Miss. Banjaree, the baby is just fine. You were under some stress, which isn't good for you or the baby."

"Will it be ok?" I asked.

"Yes. But I would take it easy, try to avoid stress as much as possible." He smiled.

I smiled back, my baby's ok. I put my hand on my stomach.

"Avoid stress? You must be joking." Wen said, "she is the bassist in the most popular band in America, in high school, her parent's practicily disowned her, yeah, her, stress, nah." He rolled his eyes.

"I understand that, I get a lot teen mother's, of course none of them in a band, but still. I understand she will be under stress, but I'm just saying to keep it at a minimum." He walked out, I chucked a pen at Wen.

"Ow!" He rubbed his arm. "You should be on the baseball team."

"Shut up!" I said/yelled. He backed off. I sighed. "Sorry, hormones." I sighed. I wish I could go home.

"Nurse Franklin said you could stay home for a few day's. And the doctors said you can go home today." Stella said.

"Ok. Get me out of here before I stress out!" I said, everyone laughed.

"Alright. More than a band." Olivia said, walking out.

Mo had a scare! But she and the baby are ok. I wanted SOMETHING to add just a pinch of drama. That makes a good story! :) I'm in a much better mood. And remember, BOTH MOTHER AND BABY ARE OK! I love Wen. *does sucky impersonation of Wen* "You should be on the baseball team." And who hates Scott right now? Note: I do like Scott, I do, but if this story had him nice, then it wouldn't be too much fun, now would it? And who LOVES how Mo already loves her child more than anything? I do. Well, review. 3 review/story alerts for the next chapter. :)