Okay I'm really sorry it's been almost a month. I had a severe case of writer's block. This one is a little shorter than the other one by about two hundred words. I know have a good idea where I'm going with this story, so the delay won't be very long. In fact, I think I'm going to begin the next chapter as soon as I post this one. Okay well, enough with the rambling and on with the story.

Disclaimer- I don't own Degrassi or any of its lovely cast.

Chapter Two-

Ellie's POV

I wake up to a very blurred sight. I realize it's my bathroom after a few seconds of uncertainty. I try to stand but fail and fall to the ground. I have a headache the size of Canada itself. After a few more feeble tries, I manage to get on my feet. I open the bathroom door very cautiously. I check the time. About a quarter after seven. Wow. I had been out for almost five hours. I collapse onto my bed and think over the day. Then the memories come flooding back. Seeing Emma and Craig together, running home, the phone call, the Zoloft. I blink away tears. I had to get the thoughts out of my mind. I walk downstairs and cook a half brunt, half raw meal.

One Month Later-

I wake up sweating and run to the bathroom. A wave of nausea and dizziness rushes over me as I bend over and empty my stomach of last night's leftovers. I finish and wipe the remaining sweat from my forehead. This had been going on for at least two and a half weeks, along with fagitue, moodiness, and headaches. I also hadn't gotten my...my..well "monthly complaint" in at least five weeks. I bite my lip. I knew what it could possibly be. I just didn't want to believe it. I walk out of the bathroom and curl up on my bed. I knew what I had to do, and after school, I was gonna do it.

Later That Day-

I walk up the sidewalk and try to avoid the icy patches. It was late

January and that meant about two more months of snow. School had ended about a half hour ago. I stop at a pay phone and deposit the needed amount of coins. I heasitate at first and then begin to dial Marco's home phone. After a few rings, he picks up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Marco, its Ellie."

"Hey El...what's up?"

I close my eyes and lean my head against the cold metal of the phone.

"Well...could you meet me at the pharmacy on Fourth Avenue?" I ask timidly.

"Um...I suppose so, but could I ask why?' he responded.

I wasn't suprised but the question, almost prepared for it, really.

"I..I'll tell you when you get here."

He sighed.

"Alright El", I could hear the doubt in his voice, "See you in fifteen minutes."

"Thanks, Marco."

"Anytime."

"Bye"

"Bye-Bye"

No matter how doubtful he sounded on the phone, I knew he'd come. He would come no matter what the problem. I shove my hands in my pockets and trudge to the bench outside the drug store.

Not even ten minutes later, Marco's truck pulls in front of the store. He runs up to me.

"Hey El."

"Hey."

"Do you want to tell me why I'm here?"

"I guess I have to."

I sigh and then spill.

I tell him everything. I tell him about how Craig and I had unprotected sex on Christmas Eve. I tell him everything about Emma and him walking in the hallway, taking the Zoloft, the headaches, the morning sickness, my missed period and my new fear of pregnancy.

"Oh my god Ellie.."

He hugs me and by now I'm crying uncontrollably, the tears practically frozen. I ignore the stares of passers-by. After a few minutes, I speak.

"And thats why I called you. I need to know, but I just can't do this by myself."

"Its okay Ellie, I understand. Are you ready to go in?" he asks gently.

I simply nod and we get up and walk inside. The pharmacy was the same, but just somehow seemed different, probably on the part on my uneasiness. We head over to the last aisle and find the pregnancy tests. There are so many, and I've never had experience in this, and neither has Marco, so we are both terribly confused. I finally just grab one and head toward the counter. The lady working there looks about middle-aged. She looks at my purchase, and gives me a dirty look. I look at my feet and pray she doesn't say anything.

"Do you want a bag?" She looks as if she is about to laugh.

"Yeah...yeah please." I answer, still not looking up.

We exit the pharmacy and stand outside for a few minutes.

"I have to get going Ellie...do you need a ride home?"

"No..I'll be fine"

Before he leaves, I throw my arms around his neck. He is a little suprised, but hugs back nonetheless.

"Thanks again Marco, I'll call you as soon as I know."

"Okay...but no matter what...what happens I'm here okay?

"Okay."

We hug one last time before parting ways. I watch him pull out and drive away. Then the reality of it hits me. If this thing comes out positive I'll be a mom. I'll have to be responsible for another person's life, all because of one stupid choice. Tears begin to form in my eyes, but I wipe the away. It wasn't for sure yet. But in the back of my mind, I already knew. I turn and begin my long walk home.

Okay, I tried hard with grammer on this one, but if you see any mistakes feel free to point them out. Please review too!