I sat on the floor in my white bathroom, my hand trembling furiously with the tiny pink object still clutched in my grip. The only thought going through my head was about what Derek would say. Now that this problem had popped up. Shaking my head, I tried to defend him but deep down, I knew what he most likely would say. Shivering, I wrapped her arms tighter around my chest and rested my head against the white, cool wall, allowing all worry to cease and letting my body relax.
"Hey Shey, are you alright? You're late to school again." Jumping up, I shook my head and dropped the test into my pocket. I glanced quickly into the mirror as I walked by and say wavy, short dark brown hair and pale face with wide blue eyes. I saw myself and I felt satisfied with my appearance.
Dashing out of the bathroom and past a elderly woman, I ran into my room to scoop up my backpack and tug on my tan Bearpaw boots. Without missing a beat, I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen to grab the sack lunch Ms. Trimble had made for me.
"Have a great day, Shey!" Ms. Trimble called in which I replied, "Thank you, Ms. Trimble! Have a great day as well." I had moved away from home about five months ago to get away from my abusive mother and Ms. Trimble had agreed to let me live with her if I went to school until I graduated and if I helped clean whenever I could. She was a wonderful woman and someone I would've expected to be my grandmother if I had ever met down the sidewalk, I jumped on to the motorcycle that Derek had gotten for me and pulled on the black helmet before pulling out and shooting down the otherwise peaceful street.
I got to school and into my first hour class just as they finished the attendance. "Late again, Ms. Hatcher? I expect much better from you," the teacher murmured. "Aww, blow it out your shorts," I growled and he looked up over the rim of his thin frames, a neutral look on his face.
"Would you care to explain, Ms. Hatcher?" I don't know why but his careless attitude just really pissed me off. "Hell yeah, I want to explain. First thing's first, my name is Shey, not Ms. Hatcher. Thank you. Besides, you don't give a fuck about me! When have you ever actually cared about me?" I glared at him for a second and he opened his mouth to answer. Interrupting rather rudely, I snarled, "I'm not done, pinhead! I doubt you've ever gone home, sat back in your chair, and thought, 'Gee, I wonder how Shey is doing?' I seriously doubt you have. You are such a screwy teacher, talking like you are serious and all but, after school, you are just fucking the girls you've had in class for a few extra credit points! No thank you, Mr. Virgin-stealer! I will pass on your expectations!"
I threw my bag over my shoulders and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I padded down the hall to my locker and leaned my head against the cool, metal door. I felt his presence before I could smell him and allowed a grin to fight it's way onto my face. "That was some speech, baby girl," Derek whispered, leaning in to brush his lips against my cheek before brushing a few wisps of hair away from my cheek. "Care to explain what's going on, Shey? I know you wouldn't ever get enough nerve to pulling something off like that unless you were really upset about something. I took a deep breath, turned around to face Derek, and exclaimed, "Derek, I'm pregnant with your baby!" I avoided his gaze for a few split seconds before allowing myself a peek at his expression. Surpise, shock, anger, and a huge amount of calm were all present on his face.
"Look, I'm sorry to get you into this, Derek," I murmured and his eyes flew up to me. "You didn't do anything to me, Shey," he muttered before looking away. "I'm out of here. I can't deal with this shit." Silently, numbly, I watched him walk away. As soon as he was gone, I crumbled to my feet and let myself just sit there and stare at the ground. The school bell rang and people flooded the hallways, and I stayed where I sat. Eventually, My friends noticed me and before long, I was surrounded by my pack.
The hallway cleared out, leaving us alone with our thoughts. "Are you okay, Shey?" Liam asked, looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes and I reached out to brush my finger down his cheek. "I guess," I whispered and they all snuggled a little closer. "Where's Derek? Isn't this usually his job?" Scott asked and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. "I don't know where he is! He left me and I don't know what to do." I jumped up and pushed past everyone, running out of the school and climbing on the motorcycle. Pulling out of the school parking lot, I pulled onto the highway and shot down the road, flying past other cars. I was driving blindly, not even knowing where I was going, but before long, I found myself outside of Deaton's clinic. Deaton was a great friend and I felt comfort just by being near where he was now.
Getting off of my cycle, I dropped my hat on right handle and walked inside, looking around the quiet receptionist room. Nobody was here, signalling that I had come at the perfect time for a long chat. "Deaton, are you here?" I called, walking around to glance at the pictures of animals on the walls. One picture caught my eye and I turned to stare at it. It was a picture of a majestic looking arctic wolf with three pups playing around her body. "Cute," I sighed before turning around. "Deaton, seriously! I need you." He appeared out of his work room, wiping his hands with a white towel. "Shey, what are you doing here? Don't you have school right now?" He glanced up at the clock that read 10:30 a.m. and then looked back at me, a look of confusion on his face.
"I-I-" I faltered, looking down at my feet. "What is it, Shey?" he asked and I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. "Me and Derek are pregnant." His eyebrows raised up and he shook his head. "I don't understand. Both of you are pregnant?" "No!" I felt frustruated, angry, and insulted by how Derek had acted earlier. "I'm pregnant and Derek is the father. Or at least, he was." Deaton's eyes softened and he motioned me in. "Come on, lets have a talk.