Running Away: A Camaya Pregnancy Story
Maya's POV
I sat at the edge of my bed, my room was pretty cold. I was playing with my fingers. I had just woken up and remembered what I did last night. Why did I do that last night? Just as I was rummaging through my own thoughts, Katie walked into my room with a small, opened square wrapper, I knew what it was the second the light beamed off of it's shiny surface. She looked at me, held it up and said, "Please tell me this is mom's?" I sat there, took a deep breath and tried to sound convincing, "It sure is…". Then I looked up, she was looking at me suspiciously, "Well, I found this under the couch while I was vacuuming this morning… weren't you and Cam on the couch last night?" I got worried, she was on to me. "Maybe it was there before last night.", I said, trying to avoid eye contact with her. "Maya! I know it was you! I mean, mom's practically bound to her wheelchair, she wouldn't be able to consent even if she tried! She can't even stand up without crutches! WHY?", Katie said, in a much louder and more sharp tone of voice. I felt pressure, in the air, between us, and in my chest all at once, pounding in my head. Last night gave me a headache, but, I was ignoring it, as I was trying to do with my older sister, but I felt her eyes on me, practically staring into my little, 14 year old soul. I sighed, then finally looked back up at her, "Fine." I said, "It was me and Cam. We got carried away, but we were safe. I promise." I felt my stomach turn. I had just told my older sister me and Cam had sex. Woah, never knew there would come a day, sounds weird just thinking it! She tried not to look at me in disgust, but utterly failed. I saw the disgust and disappointment on her face, and with that, I knew I was going to get a lecture.
Katie's POV
I was sitting in class, I felt a sweat coming on. I had just learned that my little sister, only 14 years old, had sex with her older boyfriend, Cam. Well, he's only a year older, but still, older he was! I couldn't help but cringe at the thought of them even kissing anymore. Gross. I was trying to concentrate on my calculus, but, math wasn't as important then finding that little asshole and beating it until he's a whole new race, purple. Jake looked over to me and saw my expression, he asked me, as calmly as he could, "Hey, what's bugging you?" I turned to him, of course my anger was still there, but seeing his face made it less intense. I sighed, and whispered, "Not out loud.", and pulled out a piece of paper and wrote, at least a paragraph, before I handed it to him, folded of course. He read it, his eyes practically popped out of their sockets. The sun beamed off of them, they looked like beautiful caramel, creamy and smooth. I shook my head, no, Katie, this is not the time to admire someone, it's time to cut a bitch. I saw him pick up his pen, he write a response, he wrote it so fast, I swore it was going to be unreadable. He handed the paper back to me, smirked, then faced the front of the class. I opened the paper, and all he wrote was "Wow.". What an asshole. I put on an angry face. Hopefully he was looking when I did it. I wrote a response back, I wrote, "This isn't just a one word response kinda news, Jake. I mean, sex can go bad places. I should know. Remember that dude at that party, I got gonorrhea." I placed the note on his desk, just as he opened it, read it, and picked up his pen to respond, the bell rang. I gave him a face and said, "Keep it.", and walked out. Time to fine me some Campbell Saunders.
Cam's POV
I was waiting by Maya's locker. Last night was amazing. At least, I thought so. She was walking towards her locker, but when she looked up and saw me standing there, she began to turn the other way. "Maya!", I called after her, I caught up, but she wasn't making any eye contact with me. "Not the time, Cam.", she said to me, speeding up, I sped up to, only to make sure she couldn't ignore me. I looked at her, but she didn't look back at me. "What did I do?", I asked her, my voice cracked, and that only happens when I'm nervous. I broke a sweat, I knew by the time this conversation was over I'd have puddles in my shoes. She looked at me, she gave me a sharp expression of anger. Damn it, lecture time, here we come. "You stole something I can't get back, Cam!", she sounded like I just stole then murdered her puppy. "What are you talking about?", I asked, concerned, but annoyed as well, she always had a problem with everything I did. "Last night, Cam. Do you not remember? You kind of entered my body!" she said, she then sighed, she tried to calm down, and lower her voice, she was screaming like she was talking into a bullhorn. Please don't get a bullhorn, ever, Maya Matlin. "You left the wrapper under the couch, real smooth, tiger.", she opened my hand and gave me the wrapper of the rubber we used last night. Wouldn't she be happy I protected her? This girl is never satisfied. I stood there in shock, but she walked away without me noticing.
Dallas' POV
The whole team was here, except for my rookie. Where is this boy? He's never late for practice. Hockey's his life! Just as the thoughts of what I was going to do to him came rushing in my head, the youngest member of our team walked in and set down his bag, without even telling us why he was late. Not one word out of him. Oh, how this boy has guts. I turned to face him, he was a decent amount shorter than me, so I looked down to glare into his eyes. "Why you late?", I said, angrily. He looked back up at me, the rest of the team surrounded us, expecting a fight, such morons they were. He started fidgeting, avoiding my question, so I raised my voice at him, exclaiming, "Where were YOU?". He sighed and tried to walk away, but a team member stopped him and made him turn to me, and finally spoke up, "I was with Maya. She's angry with me, and I tried to reason with her, but, she wasn't buying it.", he said, without even stopping for breath, I crossed my arms, knowing this is typical of him, but this time, I actually wanted to know why she was angry, I don't know why, but I had an impulse of curiosity. "What was the niner made about this time?", I asked, jokingly of course, the rest of the team nodded in unison, we all wanted to know. The rookie seemed a little bit hesitant, but didn't say a word, just unfolded his fist to reveal a rubber wrapper. Our little rookie finally was on par with the rest of us. We all smiled at him, "Yeah! Did the little niner make the bed rock?", I asked him, he seemed to get offended by the question, so I pretended I never asked it. "Why she mad about that?" Luke Baker, another Ice Hound teammate asked, he, like the rest of us are kinda shocked that she would be mad about experiencing something like that for the first time. "I left the wrapper under the couch, her sister found it this morning.", he said, he seemed very ashamed of even getting that far with his little Maya. "Oooohhh, that's some deep shit!", Owen Milligan, another teammate said. I wasn't shocked, though, that Katie can really be a nag in the ass. "Don't worry…", I began, "Maya will soon get over it and come crawling back for more.", I felt his anger with me, but, he wouldn't do anything about it, he wouldn't dare to. "I came here to practice.", the little rookie said, as he walked out of the locker room and out onto the ice.
Cam's POV
I walked into my home, not even with my family, but a group home. I have no family here, they're all back 12 hours away. They said if I wanted hockey so bad, that I'll be willing to give up a few things to play. What a mistake that was. "You're late.", said Missy, my section of the homes advisor said. 'I know, I'm sorry. Practice ran late today.", I said, trembling, when Missy got mad, she got violent. "You could have at least called to say that you were going to be late, we already had dinner. You miss dinner, you don't eat.", Missy said, I tried to beg her to let me eat, but she still refused. "Rules are rules, Campbell. You choose not to follow them and privileges get taken away.", she said, hoarsely, but I retaliated, "Eating shouldn't be considered a 'privilege'.", I said to her, in a more angry tone of voice than what I had when I first came in. She got mad, real mad this time, she couldn't contain her anger, and then all of a sudden I felt a hand whip across my face, and a sudden burning of the skin, she had hit me, again.
Maya's POV
The sun burned my eyes and woke me up. I felt strange, like something had happened, something bad, maybe I'm just not feeling well. Should I just stay home and rest? No, I told myself, I'm not even feeling that bad, just a headache from the burning light of the sun. I got out of bed and made my way downstairs, there was my sister, Katie, gleaming at me, with a face that will forever remain in my nightmares. "Goodmorning to you too.", I said, sarcastically, and her face worsened. "Don't joke around with me Maya, after what happened a few nights ago, there's no room for acting silly.", she said, damn, she was so cold, I could never do anything when she's around. "Sorry I was being a human being.", I said, trying to make her sound like the one in the wrong, even though I knew it was me. "No, no human being should be allowing someone to just enter their body like that at this age! It's sickening to even think about!", she said. Why does she even care, it's not like he went down on her. "Then don't think about it.", I said. I flashed a smile and walked away, and I could feel the hair standing on the back of my neck.
Tristan's POV
I was walking with Tori past the greenhouse, when, all of a sudden, I smelled something… fishy. It wasn't a pleasant smell, but, I had smelled it before. It was very similar to something I had smelled in a hospital. I got concerned and turned to Tori, "Do you smell that?", I asked her, and she looked up at me, like I was crazy. "No, all I smell is too much cologne!" she said, meaning me. "I'm trying to impress this boy, ok, and if showering in cologne helps me get him, I'm ok with it.", I said, then I saw that I was stepping in liquid, a liquid that was a rich red. Tori looked down when she saw my face, then looked back up, I was staring blankly into the greenhouse, and all I could see was a familiar face, and the red liquid trailing from it. Tori began to turn around to see what I was looking at, I didn't stop her in time and she looked into the distance as I did. "Oh. My. God.", I began, I looked down at Tori, she was looking at me in fright. "Go get a teacher and call 911, NOW!", I said, as she dropped her books in the pool of liquid and ran off, I have never seen her move so fast, and I have never seen something more repulsing.
Katie's POV
Me and Maya had just arrived at school. There were cop cars and an ambulance outside. The sidewalks were buzzing with teens, going left and right. A teacher had come up to us, Mr. Perino. Maya didn't know him, but I did, he was very intolerant, and this situation was probably building the flames for him. "Katie, Maya, I think you should report to Mr. Simpson's office.", he said to us, he sounded scared, his voice trembled and trailed off into the distance like he wasn't coherent with anything going on. "I didn't do anything wrong.", Maya said to me, in self defense. "Just go, now.", he said, he seemed very pressuring in his words, but we obeyed him. We walked into Mr. Simpson's office. He was standing tall and sturdy, with a much shorter woman beside him. Someone I didn't recall knowing. We both sat down in the chairs that were displayed in front of his desk and looked up at him. He began by introducing the woman next to him, "This is Doctor Tara, a psychologist that has been assigned to Degrassi as of this morning…", he trailed off, but began again, "Concerning the events that had just happened this morning, I advise you go and speak with her.", he became very upset, tears filled his eyes, and the next thing that came out of his mouth was something that changed us forever. "I'm sorry Katie, Maya, but Campbell Saunders is dead.", he stopped and looked at us, waiting for a reaction. I put my hands to mouth and muttered, "Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh.". "No.", Maya said, flat out. "This has to be some kind of mistake…", she said looking down at the floor. "No, it's not a mistake. It appears that he committed suicide sometime early this morning." Mr. Simpson said. Maya dazed out, and just looked at the door as Doctor Tara told us, "I have dealt with these issues before, and it's not easy being those who were very close to the person who committed suicide, but I will assure you both that it wasn't your faults. No one here in the room played a role in the death of Campbell Saunders, I can assure you that, 100 percent.", I could hardly concentrate. "Oh my god. Oh my GOD!" I repeated, still in shock.
Dallas' POV
Me and my team were all standing in Principal Simpson's office, as this Doctor Tara woman told us that our Rookie had died by suicide early this morning. I felt my heart stop and drop, as well as the rest of the team. We left and went into the locker room. We were told the combination to both his real locker, and his hockey locker. We opened his hockey locker, and left his real locker to Maya and Katie. There was his uniform and his skates, a picture of him and Maya, and in the back was… a few blades. Our rookie was a cutter? "What were this for?", said Luke, he was holding all 6 of the blades in the palm of his left hand. I turned to him, and I lashed out, "ARE YOU AN IDIOT?! OUR ROOKIE WAS A CUTTER, STUPID! HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A ROCK?!", I screamed at him, not realizing I hurt his feelings. "Dude, I just… didn't think that he would do this to himself, that's all, no need to scream at me.", he said, backing up, expecting me to hit him or something. I turned and walked out of the locker room, but taking the picture with me. A few minutes later I approached Maya by Cam's locker, just standing and staring at it. "Here.", I said, handing her the picture that was in his hockey locker. "I thought you'd might want this.", I said, and began to leave, just as she stopped me. "Do you want to help me with his locker?", she asked me. How could I say no? Cam was my rookie. "Of course.", I said, taking a deep breath to prepare myself.
