"Blah." My breakfast, a single piece of toast with strawberry jam speared perfectly on it, spewed out of my mouth and into the toilet.

My stomach convulsed, pushing more almost digested food back up my throat. It was warm and tasted like...well, vomit. When I thought I was done, I pushed myself away from the toilet, only to feel my mouth salivate again. I throw my face back into the bowl and throw up again.

I rarely ever got sick. I think I've only ever been sick twice in my life, and that was because Rebecca Woods sneezed on me in second grade. And again in fifth grade.

Throwing up was a foreign concept to me, which is why it's very concerning that I'm doing it right now. There's no way I'm sick, I can't be. I don't feel ill at all. Maybe a little tired, but finals are tomorrow so I've been up for a few days now.

I flush the toilet and walk out of the stall.

A few girls in the bathroom shot me disgusted and confused looks, but I ignored them. I never cared for unwanted opinions from strangers.

Abigail Pittman, my best friend since freshman year of high school, was standing next to the door, her shoulder pressed against the wall and her phone sitting in her hand. Her crimson red hair she had dyed hung over her face as she looked down. When she looked up, her blue eyes flashed when they saw me.

"Are you okay?" She asked me and I nodded, rolling up my sleeves before I turn on the sink.

"I think just ate something bad." I pump soap into my palm and smear it between my fingers, making sure to get off all the germs I just picked up from the floor.

"Maybe it was that sushi we got the other day. I told you that place seemed sketchy."

I chuckled as I grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, drying off my wet hands. As I threw it away, Abby handed me a stick of gum. I smiled at her as a thank you and stuck it in my mouth.

"Probably." I shrugged.

I pushed open the door and we walked down the hallway abreast with each other. The gum, I had just learned as I chewed it, was spearmint.

Our dorm room door was left wide open, since I had ran for the communal bathrooms in order to keep myself from throwing up all over the floor.

"Let's just hope no one robbed us." Abby half joked.

Our university didn't have the best track record, so it wouldn't be a surprise if someone stole our laptops in the two minutes we were gone.

"What time is your next class?" Abby asked me as she dropped her body on her office chair.

It sat next to the white wooden desk we had bought at Ikea when we first moved in just nine months ago. Her laptop sat on it, along with some textbooks and pencils.

My desk was right across the room from hers, which was the same desk only black. My macbook was still sitting on it, thank God.

I walked over to my desk and flip over my phone that I had left sitting there in my hurry to the toilet. My heart dropped when I saw the time.

"Jesus, in like five minutes!" I exclaim, turning around to look for my backpack.

Where had I put it this time?

"Hola chicas!" Abby and I both turn towards the door and see Owen Nixon standing in the doorway,

Owen had been our mutual friend since sophomore year when he moved to our high school in October. The three of us had been inseparable ever since. We almost shit ourselves when we found out we all got into the same college.

"Yes, please walk into our room without knocking, Owen. We could have been changing, you know. Or making out." Abby folded her arms and spun her chair side to side with her leg, winking the last part at me. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"Like I would have cared."

Owen came out to us as gay half way through sophomore year. Neither of us were surprised, though.

"Would you at least close the door? I need to change for class." I told him, and he did as I said.

I pull open the drawers to my dresser that sat next to my desk and pulled out a simple black tank top and a grey cardigan to go over it.

I pulled my sweatshirt off over my head, leaving me only in my pink 32B cup bra. A low whistle came from behind me and I turn around to see Abby staring at me with a wicked smirk.

"Damn, Abby, chill. When was the last time you got laid?" Owen asked, throwing himself on my unmade bed.

Abby came out as bisexual junior year. Owen and I were actually surprised this time, but we love her nonetheless. We love play flirting with each other.

She sighed. "Too long ago."

I smirked and pulled the tank top over my head.

"I actually think the last time I had sex was spring break." Abby furrowed her eyebrows as she thought about it.

"You remember something from spring break?" Owen asked in bewilderment.

For spring break last month, we took a week long trip to Las Vegas, thanks to Owen's rich family and their generosity. We were blackout drunk the entire time, so none of us have much of a memory about what happened. All we know is that it was wild.

She shakes her head. "No, but I figured I did because-" She flips her red hair over her shoulder and motions towards her face. "-obviously."

"I know I did." I smirk, sliding the cardigan over my arms. "I don't remember anything about him other than the fact that he was fine."

"Oh, Dylan you slut." Owen chuckled and I made a kiss face at him.

"Where the fuck is my backpack?" I do a 360, my eyes scanning the room as I push a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear.

"Uh, Dylan."

I stop spinning and face Abby, who was holding my backpack in her hand.

I roll my eyes but let out a sigh.

"Thanks." I quickly took it from her and throw one of the straps over my shoulder. "I'll see you losers later."

They start throwing insults back at me, but I ignore them and shut the door behind me.

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I arrived to my psych class ten minutes late, as my luck would have it.

Stupid me and my vomiting.

When I pulled open the door, everyone's eyes landed on me. My cheeks flushed hot as the professor stopped talking and stared at me.

I covered my face with my hand and jogged down the multi-leveled floor to my seat. The professor started his lecture again and everyone went back to their notes.

"Late again?" I turn my head towards Nick Armstrong, the guy who sits next to me, and roll my eyes at his giddy smile.

He had silky brown hair that came down over his eyes and occasionally had to flip it to the side. His eyes were a deep shade of green and I secretly loved them. I'd never tell him that, though.

"Shut up, Nick. I have a life outside of this college, you know. Unlike you." I tell him as I sit in my chair and throw my backpack on the floor.

He laughs silently in order to keep the professor from catching us talking during his lesson. "I'm wounded."

"Good. Now if you'll excuse me, I actually have to pay attention. I need to pass this exam or I'll fail." I pull my laptop out of my backpack, which I almost forgot on my way here. I had to turn back around to the dorms and grab it.

"If you're in that much danger of failing, I can tutor you." He whispered.

I raise my eyebrows at him. "Really? That'd be great."

He smiles again.

"I can come by your dorm later tonight?"

I nod. "That's perfect, thanks."

When class was finally over, Nick and I talked while we walked abreast out the door. I had learned that he is a really funny guy. I don't think I ever laugh at any other time as hard as I do in this class.

He held the door open for me and I smiled a thank you to him.

"Dylan!" I whipped my head around at the sound of my name and see Abby standing against the wall just a little down the hall.

"You know her?" Nicked asked as he tried to hold a smile.

I sigh. "That's my best friend." I turned around to face him. "I'll see you tonight?"

He nods. "See you tonight."

And then he takes off down the opposite end of the hall.

"Who was the cutie?" Abby asks as I approach her, her eyes following him as he walks away.

"Nick." I smile. "He's coming over tonight to study."

"Girl, not fair. I want a hot guy to help me study." She pouts as we walk down the hall. I laugh.

"Shouldn't have majored in Women's Studies."

"Oh, I don't regret that. There are equally as attractive girls in my classes. Maybe even more attractive than Nick." She said in a mock dreamy voice.

"Bite me, Abby."

She laughed as I pushed open the door. We were greeted by the warm May air and the bright sun that shone straight over us. This is my favorite time of year. Living on in Ohio, you endure some brutal winters.

"What are you doing here, anyways? I thought you didn't have class today."

We made our way to the parking lot where I knew Abby's beaten up 2005 Sedan was waiting for us.

"I was on my way to the store to pick up some tampons but I saw that your class was almost over so I decided I'd come and wait for you so -- Dylan?"

Abby stopped walking to look back at me, frozen in place.

"What day is it?" I reach my shaky hands into my back pocket and grab my phone.

"Uh, May 29th I think. Why?"

I unlock my phone and quickly opened my calendar app.

"No, no, no, no-"

"Dylan what's wrong?" Abby took a few steps closer to me.

"This can't be happening." I run my hand over my face, my heart pounding in my ears.

"Dylan, what is it?" Abby sounded impatient now, wanting an answer to my sudden anxiety.

I look up at her, tears stinging in my eyes.

"I'm late for my period."

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A.N~

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter!