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---"

yesterday was exactly one month after the bar incident. After you slept

I frowned.

didn't sleep---shit!" but my words were cut by my loud curse. I stared at her for a moment, my expression shows that I understand what she means. Holding my breath, my hand unconsciously

held my other hand. "Yes, it's been a month and you have to see a doctor so that we can confirm whether what we 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

began to creep in me that

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

In fact, I don't even know if he would believe me as he started ignoring me after 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.

what

loudly and then turned to her

I going to do,

to start telling

they'll be

of course, they will! I mean, I'm sure they will, but do you

I bit my lip.

get mad at you and scream your stupidity in front of you, take it.

heart could scream at the moment, it would definitely scream

you? There's a chance that you'll get pregnant

said

person to accept your sorry, because you didn't do any harm to me. But I guess you should save your sorry for your family, especially for your

have a lot of words to tell you, but I think even if I started it now, we wouldn't be finished until next week,

"Jack...?"

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

slap her mouth, I couldn't as

afraid, but you've done

they won't believe

will, they're your family and they will support you. You

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

doctor. I'll ask Mom to help us make an

"But Jack?"

about it. She

"Are you sure?"

We can trust

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

asked the waitress

from my wristwatch and it's already 4:45 pm., meaning I've been waiting for

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

her when she put the glass down in front

waiting for