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When the two had agreed on a meeting place, Hannah's stomach knotted up. She asked for this, why would it make her so nauseous? She felt a tingle in her jaw and she swallowed back excess spit that had formed in her mouth. Somehow she'd gained control of herself and managed to keep her breakfast, though she'd never know how she'd done it.

Aspen left and Hannah didn't plan on sticking around with his friends. She fully intended to walk away without a word, but no. The Dramatics just couldn't have that. Elise, their evil leader in Hannah's eyes, called out to her once Aspen was out of earshot. "He's mine, you know." Hannah could hear the smugness in her voice. He was not hers. Aspen would never date someone so... bitchy. At least she hoped not. For all she knew, Aspen and Elise had dated in the recent past while they weren't talking. Regardless, the idea of him "belonging" to Elise nearly made her skin crawl. Hannah kept her back turned while Elise spoke again. "He left you once, remember? You two don't have a chance." Elise's superficial friends giggled, as if there were truth in her words. Hannah didn't bother to even turn and face them. The hallway was quiet enough for them to hear her quiet voice. Not quiet in volume, but in confidence. "We'll see about that, now won't we?"
But even as she said the words, she realized she was only partly talking to Elise.

Suddenly another wave of nausea hit her, and Hannah didn't have a choice but to run down the rest of the hall to the nearest bathroom. She heard the laughing of the girls behind her but she was in a sprint for the stalls as the bathroom door swung closed. Before she could even close the stall door, she was leaning over the toilet and heaving out everything on her stomach. When she was done, she let out a small miserable moan and spit to get the excess nasty out of her mouth.

While Hannah cupped her hands to capture enough water to rinse out her mouth in the sink, Megan came out of the stall next to her. Ordinarily, Hannah would be hiding her face from one of the most popular, most talkative girls in the school, but this time, she welcomed her. Let the rumors begin. She found herself smiling inside, though she still felt terrible and now her throat was raw. Megan washed her hands and Hannah heard her mutter "Disgusting..." as she was leaving the bathroom.

The classes that followed the bathroom incidents were highly uneventful. It made things all the worse. Hannah didn't have anything she could set her mind to today except to tell her ex-but-now-new-again-best-friend that she was pregnant. Over and over again throughout her classes she found herself thinking over the things she could say. For a girl who could talk so much, she thought of a lot of different ways to break the news. But none of them seemed right. And by the time her class was over and Aspen's Calculus class was done with, she still had not the slightest clue of what to say. Too late now though, she found as she entered the hall. She'd run out of time; Aspen was standing at her locker as promised. At least none of the faces she hated to see were around.

"Hi, Aspen," she said, clearing her throat as she approached. Ehhh.... she spaced. No words were coming to mind! She started to panic, but thankfully her nausea didn't come back. Finally, she thought of something to say. Brainless in a case like this, but something at least: "how are your classes going?"