A/N: ok bare with me here. I've just recently started writing fanfiction again after… well a very long time and frankly most of my old ones sucked. But it's fun so I've started again. Anywayz I'm writing this instead of doing my summer assignment, so please review and make it worth my while when I fail out of school. Lol.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" I was pacing back and forth across my room. I couldn't stop moving for fear of the truth catching up to me. "This isn't happening. This can't be happening. Damn!" I picked up my history book and threw it against the wall. I heard Casey scream in the next room.

"Derek cut it out! I'm trying to study!" When was she not trying to study?

Suddenly my phone rang. I darted across the room to my bed, where it was lying, and answered it immediately. "Hello?" I answered breathlessly.

"Derek? It's Emily." I could just picture the smile spreading slowly across her face. I rolled my eyes.

"Look Emily, Casey can't talk right now. Her heads too far up her ass."

"Um… ok. Have her call me back?"

"Sure. Well I gotta go."

"Oh ok Derek. See you at school." She answered in a flirty voice that I didn't have time for so I just hung up.

I sat down at my desk with the phone in my hands, willing it to ring, but at the same time hoping it never would. The phone call I was waiting for had the potential to change my life. More specifically to destroy my life.

There was a knock on my door. "Derek who was one the phone!"

"No one!"

"Derek was it Emily? She's supposed to call me!"

"No Casey it was not Emily!"

My door flew open to reveal Casey standing there with her hands on her hips and a sour look on her face. "Give me the phone Derek."

"NO!" I felt myself becoming frantic and tried to reel the panic back. "I'm waiting for a call."

"So was I until you hung up on her!" She walked over and tried to grab the phone from me and the result was yet another tug of war. "Let go!"

"Ok." I let go and Casey fell backwards into a one of my many piles of dirty laundry. The phone flew from her hands and I rushed to pick it up. Meanwhile she did what she did best: freak out.

"DEREK! You are such a jerk! Eww this is disgusting!" she cried as she stood up peeling clothes off her like they were diseased. "You are unbelievable!" With that she turned and stormed out of the room. I felt myself start to smile at my victory, but then the phone rang again.

"Hello?" I waited for the caller to answer. It took a moment and I felt the anxiety build inside me.

Finally the choked response came. "It's me." I waited for more, but no further information was provided.

"Well?" I asked.

"Oh Derek. It's positive."

I was speechless for a moment. "Kendra… what… what are we going to do?"

"I don't know. I… I'm telling my parents tonight." Her voice was shaking.

"Kendra I –" I didn't know what I was going to say but she cut me off anyway.

"Derek I don't want to talk about this now. I… I have to go." Then she hung up. I'd never heard Kendra sound so weak, so scared. But still she was brave enough to tell her parents. How was I going to tell my dad and Nora about this? How was I going to tell them… that I was going to be a father?