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Spoilers: Just up to the beginning of season two.
Ring.
Ryan didn't know what to do. Should he just let the phone keep ringing until it stopped, then walk back into class? But that would kind of defeat the purpose of going into the hall to answer the phone. Why had he left History, embarrassed, pocket ringing, under the eyes of his class and Mr. Delphi?
Ring.
Because it was Theresa, and she wouldn't call unless it was important. At least important enough to miss the storming of the Bastille over. Hadn't she known he was in class? Maybe she'd forgotten, or maybe it had just never occurred to her.
Ring.
But now he was curious. And wasn't his messaging service supposed to pick up after four rings or something? Had he already lost count? This was silly, standing out here, looking at the phone. He gave a sigh, and a little chuckle at himself.
Click
"Hello?"
"Hey, Ryan, it's Theresa."
"Yeah, I know, I have call display." That had come out more hostile than he'd wanted it to.
"Of course..." She hesitated. "So, um... what're you up to?"
"Actually, I was just learning about the French Revolution."
"Oh, I'm sorry! My God, I'd completely forgotten you'd be in class."
So he'd been right, she hadn't remembered. Mayber the call wasn't that urgent after all. Should he tell her that he really should go? But he'd already left the classroom, and there were still 12 minutes left in the period.
"It's fine, I should really thank you for getting me out of the lecture anyways," he gave with one of his nervous laughs.
She gave a little chuckle in reply. If this was where the conversation was ging, maybe he should remind her that she had called him. Before he could ask what she had called about, though, Theresa beat him to the questioning.
"So... how have you been? Are you and Marissa still..."
He interrupted. "No, actually, I'm seeing someone else now..."
"Oh, um, good for you." A pause. "Uh, does she know about, you know, you and me and all that happened?"
"Yeah, yeah, I don't... she knows everything, I don't keep secrets." Had he just sounded bitter? It certainly wasn't on purpose. Hopefully she wouldn't notice his tone.
She didn't. She seemed distracted, and he wondered still what was up.
"I...," she sighed, "that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about. I lied to you..."
"What are you talking about?" And that was exactly what he was thinking.
"When I said I'd lost the child, I lied. And I didn't have an abortion. I... Ryan, it's a boy. A blonde baby boy. I'm so sorry, and..."
He could hear tears. Why was she sorry? What had happened? Was there something to cry about? As he slowly comprehended, he didn't know what to do, again.
"What?"