I had been with Blaire, Ethel, Rose, and Ruby, trying my best to avoid Noah and Jason, when I felt sick to my stomach. I wasn’t sure what was going on with them, but I knew there had to be some sort of explanation, that Noah would hopefully tell me in the morning. Instead of focusing on that, I rushed to the bathroom.
Before I knew it, everything that had been in my stomach for the day made its way into the toilet. This had been happening for the past few days. First, there was dizziness. Then, there was an intense hunger. Then, I threw up everything I had just eaten. It didn’t make sense.
My memories of London came flooding back to me. When I was dating Rudy, I let him do something I wasn’t comfortable with. I cringed just thinking about it, but I had no choice but to think of it. What happened in London could have had some unwanted repercussions. Sure, maybe that wasn't my issue, but it couldn't hurt to check if it was. That's why I looked in the cupboard, and oddly found what I was looking for. I then did the test and waited.
“Charlie, are you there?” Noah called from behind the door, knocking frantically.
Usually, I would answer her, yet this time, I stayed silent until she left. I was just so frightened about what was going on, and the added worries of if Noah would accept this was too much to handle at the moment. This was something I needed to face without her.
Knocking came from the door once more. This time, the knock was more gentle.
"Charlie, it's Blaire, please open up," she said.
I let her, shutting the door quickly behind her.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" she asked as she shut the door. I hadn't even realized that I was crying.
Blaire was someone I knew I could trust differently than anyone else. She was different from any other fan, any other friend I’d ever had. I knew that, no matter what I told her, her reaction would be the same. She would welcome me with open arms and validate what I was going through.
The test beeped before I could explain. Luckily, Blaire seemed to put the pieces together without me saying a word. I sighed heavily as more tears began to stream down my face.
“I can’t look,” I cried.
“Let me,” she took the test from the counter and studied it carefully.
“What does it say?” I asked after a moment.
She didn’t respond.
“Blaire, what’s going on?” I was getting concerned.
"Positive," she murmured.
Collapsing back to the floor, I began to full-on sob. I was pregnant. I had a thing inside of me, and it was growing. It was partially me, and partially Rudy. Blaire joined me on the floor as I processed all of this. She held me tightly as I clutched her shirt. We spent the rest of the night in the bathroom. Blaire understood how I didn't want to leave. I couldn't see anyone after that.
Getting up in the morning was rough. I had almost forgotten what had happened. The rumbling hunger from my stomach reminded me of my new reality. I woke up Blaire and hurried to the kitchen, where I took a cold pizza from the fridge. As I sat at the table to eat, Noah strolled into the room.
"I was looking for you all night, what happened?" she asked.
"I wasn't feeling well," I said.
“Are you okay now?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. Do you want some pizza?” I offered, trying to change the subject.
Noah didn’t seem to believe me, but before she could comment Clarke ran into the room, followed by Jasper. We changed subjects. Throughout the hour, everyone else joined us. I couldn’t stop eating whatever was in the fridge. I couldn’t help it.
I spent the rest of the day eating what I could and avoiding Noah. Blaire and I spent the day with Jordan, who was blissfully ignorant of my disappearance the night before. It was a nice, lighthearted day that unfortunately had to come to an end. I made my way to my bedroom, and couldn’t believe the surprise that was waiting for me when I opened the door.