Destined

73.

Before we knew it, it was 5:00. Adrian and Deon only had an hour left to get ready for the party, and while they were getting dressed all me and Amber did was watch then run back in forth.

"So, did you decide if you were gonna go to Hayden's party?" She asked.

I shrugged.

"Well I'm going. He basically invited me,"

"He only invited you because you're my best friend and he doesn't know your pregnant," I told her.

"That's fucked up to say Dj. Why wouldn't you tell him?"

"It's true Amber. I'm not gonna lie to you. Why would I tell him that anyway?"

"He should have known before he even thought to invite me. Because I mean, you're right. Who wants a pregnant teen at their party?" She questions, but I could tell she was offended.

"Stop," I told her. "It's not that serious,"

"Whatever," she says. "I just wanted to go is all. I haven't been around anyone my age in weeks,"

"You've been around me," I say, but she wasn't impressed. "That's not good enough," she told me.

"I'm sure no one will care that your pregnant. Pregnant teens definitely exist,"

"I don't wanna hear it,"

"Well the party is like tomorrow and I would need a ride so you might as well go,"

"Catch an Uber, like how you did last time without even telling me," Amber says.

I roll my eyes.

"I just got a text from Jasmine, she said that we could come earlier," Adrian had told us, jumping from the last foot of the stairs.

"She only said that because she wants our help cleaning up the stuff from her party earlier," Deon added.

"And because she wants to see me," Adrian spoke.

"Mhm," Deon scoffed.

"Well then, let's go," I said, standing up. I pulled Amber to her feet, watching her face twist.

"I don't feel like driving anymore," she said. "I don't feel right,"

"Amber, I'm sure you're okay. Maybe the baby is kicking," I told her.

"Dj, the baby won't start kicking until I'm at-least 25 weeks pregnant. I did the research and I'm only at 4 weeks," she rushes her words, pushing me out of the way to get to our sink.

She had threw up again. She was throwing up more than usual, and the more I thought about it the more I started to suspect that she was having a miscarriage. She had been complaining about her stomach hurting, and saying it felt like she was getting her period. It was odd to me, but because I knew nothing about pregnancies I spoke nothing of a miscarriage to her.

But now, the signs were showing, and it was starting to make sense why she had been in such a sour mood lately. Amber was losing her baby, and she didn't even know. It was all bad, because I didn't even have the heart to tell her.

She hadn't been to a doctors office since she left one. Maybe if I could get her to go she would, but she was so stubborn about it. I guess it was because she had spent so long in a hospital she didn't wanna be in anything like one again. It was understandable, but for times like this she needed a doctor; for the sake of her child at least.

"Amber," I say rushing to her. "I think you should see a doctor,"

"No," she said, coughing a bit. "No, I'm okay," she repeated, turning the sink on. I quickly clicked the switch that acquired the garbage disposal and held my nose to the stench of Amber's vomit going down the drain. Deon walked over to us, looking at me worriedly. No matter how much they argued, he didn't want to see Amber like this, no one did.

"If Amber can't take us, Dj you're gonna have too," Adrian spoke.

"Adrian you know I can't drive,"

"You can, you just don't have a license. We'll be fine as long as we don't get caught,"

"I'm not taking that chance," I told him. "I don't need a ticket before I even have a permit,"

"Well Dj we need a ride and mom is sleeping. She's not gonna wanna take us now," Deon said to me.

"Yeah Dj, come on. Please," Adrian begged.

Amber had still been hunched over the sink, trying to slow down her breathing. She stood all the way up, looking at me while wiping her mouth. "I'll drive," she said tiredly.

It hurt me seeing her like this. She was going through it with this pregnancy, and she didn't even deserve it. The fact that she kept the baby even after she knew she didn't have too was brave to me. She kept the responsibility, and if she knew she was gonna lose it now, she would probably lose her mind.

"Amber, rest," I told her. "I'll go,"

"Dj you cant drive-"

"I can, I promise I won't get caught," I said. She looked at me once again, pulling out her keys from the inside of her shirt. "Good luck," she half smiled. "Make it there safe,"

Her face had lost its expression and her lips were pale. It was like her entire mood had changed and she didn't even know why.
As much as I wanted to stay with her to make sure she was okay, I knew I couldn't. It was weird how these symptoms came in a matter of days because she was perfectly fine just a week ago. I didn't understand, neither did she, but I knew this was something she wouldn't talk to me about.

"Wow, you drive after you see that Amber honestly can't. You knew she couldn't from the start," Adrian says, rolling his eyes. He picked up his slides from the door and slid them on while Deon did the same. I didn't understand what was up with these boys with slides these days.

"Shut up Adrian," I said, getting ready to open the door.

"Love you Dj," Amber says right before I walk out with them.

"I love you too," I told her, watching as she leaned against the counter while rubbing her stomach.

I felt like she knew, or at least had an idea about the possibility of her baby not making it.
She just didn't wanna believe it.