The next day I found a note from Ethan in my locker: Meet me at the gym during lunch. I wondered what he was going to tell me.
"You were right. I cannot run away from this problem," he admitted as I walked in. "I must take responsibility."
"So what are you gonna do?" I asked him.
"The first step is to show everyone we're together. We'll walk out of here together."
"And then?" I asked.
"Did you tell your parents?"
"You better tell them soon because sooner or later they will find out if you're planning on keeping the baby," he said.
"I know. I need to find the right time and the right words," I explained.
"Did you go to the doctor? You know to check if you're right and if everything's okay?"
"Are you hoping I was wrong about my pregnancy tests so that you can get out of this situation?" I asked suspiciously.
"No," he replied defensively. "I actually like you. I've never felt like this about anyone. Do you understand?"
"I'm not sure."
"All the girls I ever dated before you, they meant nothing to me. But you're different and I'm different when I'm around you. With my friends I play it cool, but when I'm with you, I'm more myself."
"Is that true or you're just saying that to impress?" I asked him.
"It's the truth and I understand if you don't believe me," he finished.
"I guess I could give you a chance," I suggested.
He took my hand and we left the gym together.
It was better than I expected. People smiled at us as if they wished they were us. I liked that kind of attention. I felt as if people were jealous of us. However the attention only lasted till two girls took the spotlight. I knew they were fighting about a guy but I didn't get the details. I wasn't interested in the details anyway. They were pulling each other's hair at the lockers. The other students encouraged them to keep fighting until the guidance teacher called the two girls in her office. By the end of the week, Ethan and I were just old news.
The next week, on Wednesday, I woke up with morning sickness but I went to school anyway. It was about time I told my mother. I wondered if I should tell my brother first, and that's what I did. He started the conversation though.
"I noticed you're eating more than usual," he started. "Are you still on the diet? You've been on the diet for over a year now."
"I'm still eating healthy," I told him.
"But you increased the amount of food intake."
"I know. I need it."
"Why?" he asked suspiciously.
"I must eat for two."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm pregnant," I whispered.
"You're what?!" he almost shouted.
"You heard me."
"Are you sure?" he asked surprised.
"Why do people keep asking me that question?"
"Who's the guy? Does he know? This is his responsibility too."
"Yeah, he knows and he's gonna be there for me no matter what."
"Who is he?" he persisted.
"Ethan," I said in a low voice.
"Who else knows? Does your mother know?"
"No she doesn't. I wanted to tell you first. Maybe you could help me out. My friend Cara also knows."
I told my mother the same way I told Jack: I whispered to her. She was shocked and she worried about what people might think of her and the entire family. But she got over it after three days.
On Friday, I went to the doctor's clinic with Ethan and Jack. Jack eyed Ethan suspiciously the whole time and they argued a little too about Ethan taking advantage of my situation (being drunk). I had to tell Jack the whole story of course. He couldn't forgive Ethan for what he did. Anyway, the doctor said everything was going to be fine. At first she was confused who the father of my baby was and I explained the one of them was just my brother before they started fighting again.