Whitney had never felt worse in his entire life, at least not physically, anyway. He managed to sleep but the headache made it far from restful, and when his alarm went off he was incredibly unhappy. He rubbed his head and tried to refocus his vision, but his glasses appear to have stopped working. He then slowly trekked to the bathroom where he correctly predicted that he would throw up.

"I knew I should have made him wear a condom." Whitney said, even though no one could hear him and he was obviously male, simply because he could.

"May not want to tell Mom about that, she wouldn't be happy." Whitney's little sister Sasha said from the open bathroom door.

"Well we'll just have to make sure she doesn't find out, right?" Whitney asked as he walked from the bathroom and down to the entryway. Whitney didn't like missing school, even for sickness, but his mom would always insist on him taking a day off if he needed it. He quickly grabbed his bag and walked out the door and to his bus stop without breakfast, as he was curtain it would come back up later at the most unpleasant of times.

He tried to hold himself together and not show any signs of illness on the bus ride and and tried to look even more unapproachable then usual. When he got to school he passed his usual route to English class and took the shortest way possible, lying his head on his desk when he got there and prepared himself for an unpleasant day ahead.