"Have you figured out what you're going to do your project on yet?" I asked Eliza as I bit off my toast, and scooped a spoon of Nutella.
          A look of disgust came across her face, unsure if it was towards me and my ill table manners, or at the fact that I mentioned the project, she laughed.
         "Taron can give me an F for all I care, I'm not doing his bloody project." Looping her finger, and plunging it into my container, I eyed her crazily. "What, you're looking as if you've seen a ghost!"
         "Yep, that's exactly what I keep on telling her." My father gladly pitched in, I rolled my eyes, and continued eating.
    "Well I'm going over to Abby's house, you want to come or stay here. Since you're not going home anytime soon." Finishing up, I began cleaning my surrounding area, Eliza doing the same, she hopped up excited.
     "Of course I'll go with you!" Bouncing with happiness, I nodded, while grabbing my backpack.
    "Going to this address, for a project I'll be back before dinner. See ya. Love ya." I hollered, racing out of the door, and falling behind was Eliza.
            She smelled of vanilla and smoke, filling my nostrils to the brim of her I finally turned around. "What. Are. You. Doing?" I asked annoyed, slapping the cigarette out of her small hand she grunted.
         "Damn it I'm stressed Grant, my heart is broken, this isn't weed, though I wish very deeply it were.
           You don't want me to smoke?
    Fine, done, I won't."
         Emptying the entire package onto the concrete I watched, as she crushed them underneath her shoe.
    "Where did you even get those?"
             "I stole them from my father. It's not like he notices, neither does he or my mother notice my absence. If I were dead instead of with you, they probably wouldn't too much care about that either. All they care about is each other and what kind of naughty things they're doing behind their backs. Me and Anthony are nothing."
      Eliza has been at my house for an entire week now, and her parents hadn't called to check on her at all.
    Her heart sunk even lower at that moment, my eyes trailed over the grass as we came up to some apartment buildings. "You're literally the only person in this world who loves me. Who actually wants to be around me, I used to think you hated me. It's refreshing to know you're actually someone who doesn't want to drive a knife into my back.
       So thank you Grant."
       Unsure of what to do, I smiled, bidding her a short reply of, "You're welcome." And hitting the buzzer on the door of the complex.
     "I wonder what she's like."
          Raising my eyes to the heavens I shifted stance on the heel of my boot. "Bloody damn Eliza, who?"
   "Abby, Abby Halloway."
    Before I could utter another word,   there was a sudden buzz back.
        I didn't work well with meeting new   people, let alone construct a project with them. This just gives me all the more reason to strangle Taron, "Mr. Edwards, the dick face slut hag, assigned me to Joss."
          Eliza took me out of my thoughts, "Slut hag, you couldn't have thought of anything else but?"
       Laughing horrendously at herself Eliza toppled over, just in time, because at that moment, the door opened, and out came walking happily was, Abby. "Hey guys! Look I know this is completely weird, and we don't know each other, but my dad, sort of wants to meet you before I go anywhere. He's just really overprotective, and I'm super sorry if this docks my cool points."
         "Oh yes, once we get back to school we are telling everyone how lame you are, get out of the way, I'm a pro at meeting parents!" Facepalming, I shook my head, Eliza was already crawling her way up the steps.
         Giggling at the sight of her stupidity,   Abby, smiled my way. "Thanks for coming over Grant, especially this early, I normally would be stretched out asleep at this time. But hey it beats an F, right?"
         Smiling in confirmation of her being right I followed behind her. Leading me to her home we found Eliza, out of breath, and keeled over.
          I stared puzzlingly, because Eliza is always active, she's never out of breath, or exhausted after a heavy activity. "Oh Grant, I don't feel too well,-" And in the midst of her speaking, she vomited.
         Trying not to make a big deal out of my thoughts I quickly ran to her side. "Alright, up, up." Crying hysterically, she frantically searched for my face, as she climbed in my arms. Hugging her tighter, I reassured her, "Everything will be alright, you probably have a fever."
        "I don't have a fever! I don't have one, I swear."
         "Are you guys okay? I'll clean it up, just get her inside, maybe you need a warm drink, sometimes that helps me when I feel nauseous. Don't feel bad or embarrassed Eliza, it happens sometimes, you can't control your body. I'll be right back." Opening the door, she ran inside, turning my attention to my panicked cousin, she continued to weep.
       "I know what this is Grant. I've had it ever since I came over. I was going to tell you, after break. But I can't hold it from you anymore. You're all I have!" Squeezing into me I coughed trying to breath.
         "What were you going to tell me Eliza?"
           "What happened that night. Grant I was going to tell Taron, that I, I-,"
         "Alright! Guys you can head inside I'm going to clean this up, my dad is making you coffee if that's alright, or if not he'll grab you some tea." Pushing away rushingly, Eliza hurled over, burning through her, it happened again. And she grew even more emotional.
           "Eliza, we are going inside now, we can't walk back home like this, you need to calm down...please." Wiping her chin, her smudged black liner zig zagged along her beautiful, distraught face.
           Abby, stared confused. But it was a look of confusion that scared her, she was deeply concerned about Eliza.
       And by Eliza's reaction to what exactly was going on, I didn't need her to  tell me why she was this panicked.
       My cousin is pregnant, and in this case,  she feels alone...all alone.