One More Chance by Jaycelle Rodriguez

Chapter 8: The Symptoms

~~I'd like to give you all that I have, to have you stay with me but you, you don't see me. You don't see me that way, you don't see the way I look at you when you're not looking at me. I wish that I could tell you every single thought I ever had about you and me, but you don't see me that way~~~

-SafetySuit-

But the moment I took the first step, dizziness surged in me and I almost lost my balance if Jack hadn't grabbed my hand.

"Hey, are you okay?" she asked in a worried voice. She also helped me to take a seat. "What's going on with you, Sam?"

"I don't know, I've been like this lately. I have always been dizzy." I sighed closing my eyes as I felt my surrounding's spinning around me.

"But why? Do you miss your meals lately?"

room.

"No. Honestly, I've always been hungry lately and you know what? I think lasagna and meatballs are my favorite food every day." I chuckled slightly as I remembered last night sneaking into the kitchen to get those leftovers meatballs and lasagna and brought them to my "You're craving for lasagna and meatballs?"

"Hmm... and gosh, I hate the smell of Dale's cologne lately. I'm not sure if he changed the one I bought for him, but I swear, I feel like I want to use the bathroom every time I smell it."

I was still busy thinking about some unusual things that have been happening to me lately when I felt her sit next to me.

"Why did you suddenly become quiet---"

"When was your last period?"

I frowned as she interrupted me just to ask such a stupid question, but of course, Jackeline is Jackeline so I'm sure she wouldn't stop unless she got the answer.

"Uhmm... actually, I was supposed to have my period two weeks ago but I don't know why it missed."

I opened my eyes only to be confused with her facial expression. She seemed so shocked so I tried to make a joke.

"Haist. I really admired her for visiting me monthly but I'm confused as to why she forgot to visit me this month."

But I guess I wasn't a good joker as I was just the one who laughed at my own joke.

"Shit!"

She cursed loudly and looked at me with wide eyes.

"Why? What's going on---"

"You were supposed to have your monthly period two weeks ago, right?"

"Yes---"

exactly one month after the bar incident. After you slept with

I frowned.

my expression shows that I understand what she means. Holding my breath, my hand

have in mind is true or---" "No, Jack, we can't! I mean, I can't go to a doctor. I'm sure Mom and Dad would notice and Dale! He would know it easily, I know him. He'll be mad at me!" "Hey, Sam, please come down." She took both my hands as I

creep in me that we had forgotten about our next

truth, not to mention this pregnancy... if it's true that I'm pregnant. I haven't told them about it and even though Dale had not spoken to me for a week, I still

that night. Well, I'm kinda used to it but this time is a bit different because I felt guilty every time he looked at me. He didn't tell anyone what happened that night, not even with Dale and that only added to the guilt

what you're

turned to her with tears forming

am I going to do,

have to start telling

be

of course, they will! I mean, I'm sure

I bit my lip.

and scream your stupidity in front of you, take it. Take them all because it wasn't anyone's fault

at the moment, it

chance that you'll get pregnant if you continue your plan, but you didn't listen, instead, you continued being stupid and spoiled brat

I said

should save your sorry for your family, especially for your parents. They trusted you and

think even if I started it now, we wouldn't be finished until next week, so no. I'll just let your parents decide what to

"Jack...?"

bulging and I'm sure you wouldn't answer them with your sarcastic lines, 'oh, I just swallowed a ball, don't mind me' or 'I tried to eat the whole

as I really wanted to slap her mouth, I couldn't as my laughter

here, Samantha. I know you're afraid, but you've done it already and you have to tell them

they won't believe

and they will

giving her a half-hearted smile. I hate the truth that she's right. She always reminds of it

with you to see a doctor. I'll ask Mom to help us make

"But Jack?"

won't tell anyone about it. She can keep

"Are you sure?"

We can

have something important to tell him. Jack and I went to the clinic, recommended yesterday by her. And the result no longer surprised me, 'cause I knew it. I already knew it. The unusual things I felt these past few days were normal. They're just normal symptoms for a woman who's carrying a baby

can I have another glass of orange juice, please?" I kindly asked the waitress

wristwatch and it's already 4:45 pm., meaning I've been waiting for him for an hour

"Here's your juice, ma'am."

her when she put the glass down in front

is waiting for