Once inside the institute I squeeze his hand harder, I don't know why I'm so scared, the huge belly is still not noticeable so I guess there's no need to be afraid, am I wrong? We walk to my locker and I start to take books in and out, I hear some heels clacking and I turn to where I think that sound is coming from. Barbie comes walking straight towards us. She looks so beautiful with her hair down and her dress to fit. Her eyes stand out with the eyeliner she chose to wear and no doubt the heels give her a bit of a femme fatale style., I pray to God she ignores us, but she does the opposite, she stands in front of us and does her brown hair back.

"Nice couple. They've lasted longer than I thought. She's pretty," she takes my chin and lifts my head, with a swipe she removes her hand from my face and I move a little away from her. "In the mall you didn't seem so aggressive," she puts her hands on her waist. "Although I still don't understand why you're still with her. No offense," she asks Dylan who doesn't bother to answer. He takes my hand again and we start walking towards the living room. "I asked you something!" Shouts and fed up, the boy next to me answers him.

"And I hear you. What do you want me to answer? She is a girl, I am a boy, what? Am I supposed to like dogs, then?" A very indignant Barbie turns to continue on her way, I look at him and thank him with a smile for what he did, he hugs me and we keep walking until we get to my classroom.

We enter the cafeteria and just at that moment all eyes turn to us, I'm used to being seen strange and normally I ignore them, but Dylan doesn't seem to be. At least not in that judgy way. He squeezes my hand tighter and awkwardly guides me towards the food line. I'm really, really hungry, but at the moment no one knows I'm pregnant and I don't plan to clue them in.

I order a simple sandwich while Dylan starts ordering food wildly, I move towards the cashier and when is about to charge Dylan says he will pay for everything along with his food. I walk forward a little and go to sit at the farthest table, I start to eat without paying attention to the rest when a huge tray of food arrives at the table, I look up and see that Dylan arrived with a lot of food, he sits down in front of me and starts to eat.

"Are you planning to eat all that by yourself?" I laugh and continue eating.

"Not at all, I'm not the one with the cravings," my face lights up a little and then I shake my head.

"Well, it's pretty sure you spent money stupidly because I don't have cravings, and even if I did I'll just eat a sandwich, I don't need anything else. Thanks anyway," I grimace with embarrassment and ball up the napkin my food came in.

"At least eat the salad," he passes me the plate with lettuce, some fruit, seeds, dressing and cheese. "Remember that you must feed the life that grows inside you" I take the fork and put the first bite in my mouth. A strange taste goes up my throat, I don't take much notice and continue eating. The taste returns but with greater intensity. It takes me away. I get up from my seat and run to the bathroom, pushing whoever is standing in front of me, I get to the powder room and get into the first empty cubicle I find it and vomit almost everything I had just ingested. I lower the lever as well as the lid and sit on it. I try to breathe as calmly as possible until the nausea subsides. I get out of the cubicle and splash some water on my face. My breath must be disgusting.

I come out of the bathroom and meet Dylan, in one hand he has my bag and the other he holds it outstretched towards me, I take his hand warily and he starts walking in the direction of the exit. He guides me to his car and tells me to lie down for a bit, I think I fell asleep because we have reached his house and I didn't notice the road. We go to his room and he leaves me alone to change my clothes and get cleaned up. After doing everything I had to do, I lie down on the bed and start reading a book. Why can't I live alone with my friend America worrying only that Travis won't become a fuckboy again? What a pity.

I forget as usual that my eyesight is terrible and my head starts to hurt, with discomfort I close the book and just stare at the ceiling for no reason until Dylan arrives with a thermos, cookies and movies.

"They say mint tea is good for nausea," he hands me the thermos. "I made you some. Oh, and I also brought you some gingerbread cookies, I'd tell you I made them, but I'll be lying," he hands me the cookies, and puts on a movie. He lies down next to me and we start watching the movie.

"You make this look too simple. We skipped a couple of classe, we have to make it up and instead of doing that, we're watching a movie," he pauses the movie and turns to look at me.

"Enjoy the moment, the past is gone and the future hasn't arrived yet, the only thing you have is the present, live it. At some point, because you are thinking in another time, you won't enjoy what is happening to you at that moment," he smiles and turns the movie back on. Maybe he is right and maybe I should enjoy this.

After a while, I feel how he looked at me sideways and cynically turned to look at me and stayed like that for a few minutes until I made a move and he looked back at the TV, it made me laugh a little, but at the same time it made me blush.

"Stop looking at me like that," I turn to look at him and see how his face turns red.

"What do you mean?" He laughs, trying to hide his nervousness.

"As if you're starving and I'm the only apple pie left in the fridge," my comment makes him laugh.

"Hm... I like apple pie," he scratches the back of his head, trying to deflect the subject, but he keeps looking at me.

"That doesn't mean I'm your apple pie"

"What if I want you to be?" He smiles and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, I look back at the TV and just listen to him laugh in triumph. Little by little I fall asleep and I feel how they pull the blanket over me, as well as pick up the cookie wrappers and the thermos and leave the room. I turn over and a few minutes later I feel a breath near me, I open my eyes a little and again Dylan is watching me. "Good night my apple pie" he kisses me on the nose and finally I feel my eyelids close and an arm around me.

Good night to you too.