UPON ENTERING THE BATHROOM before fifth period, I heard someone throwing up in one of the stalls. I almost left, to give her some privacy, but then heard her crying.
“Are you okay?” I called out, wondering if I should mind my own business.
The person flushed the toilet and then answered that she was doing fine.
Fuck.
It was Mattie.
I was about to leave when she walked out of the stall. Our eyes met for a second and I could see that hers were still very watery.
“Uh, the flu?” I asked, not knowing what else to say but feeling like I needed to break the tension in the room.
“No.” She began washing her hands. “I wish.”
She wished she had the flu? “What do you mean?”
“I’m pregnant.”
I stared at her in shock. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah. Oh, s**t is right.”
Chase’s face popped into my head. Al
