Title: Lost On A One Way Stret

Rated: T

(For coarse language, and violence)

Disclaimer: I dont own The Secret Life Of The American Teenager.

Chapter 1

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"I heard you're dating the queen of the nerds."

Amy looked up from her textbook at the brown haired boy smirking at her in amusement. He'd hopped onto her desk, in the middle of study hall, interrupting her precious time before fourth period to talk about such a pointless conversation. She huffed. "Would you-" She started, waving her hands at his legs, signaling him to get off all her papers he'd just sat on. Who does he think he is? God?

He chuckled, missing the way she dropped her head to cover her small smile. Hopping off the desk, he pulled a chair up beside her.

Amy tucked her hair behind her ear, as she straightened out her sheets that he'd messed with. She turned to look at him, as he cleared his throat. He gave her an amused look, like he was waiting for something. She narrowed her eyes at him. What did he want?

"Ricky-"

"You didn't answer my question." She blinked back at the responce he gave, interrupting her own question towards him. Her brows furrowed in confusion.

"What question? You didn't ask me a question. You can't expect me to respond to one if-"

Ricky rolled his eyes, "It wasn't a question, but a responce other than you shoving me off the desk would have been nice." He replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. She rolled her eyes, pushing playfully at his arm.

"For one, I forgot about your 'question-but-not-really-a-question', due to your dramatic entrance into my study time, and two, refurrfing to my boyfriend as the Queen Of The Dorks, makes me kinda wanna punch you in the head, and ignore your 'question'. Understand?"

"Nerd."

"What?" She snapped. Did he just c-

"You said Queen of the dorks. I called him a Nerd." He replied swiftly. "If you're gonna rid my ass about something I did, at least get it right."

Her blood boiled. "WHO CARES!" She blurted out, her papers flying out of her hands. She's had it with him. All he does is critise and make fun of her love interests, and she's fed up. They broke up months ago, he had no right now to put in his two cents. His opinion shouldn't matter.

But it does, doesn't it?

Ricky sat back in his chair, a look of accomplishment on his face. She took a deep breath, and closed her eyes for half a second as she calmed herself down.

"Now, Amy, this is a library." Ricky started, leaning towards her. "You can't yell in here. This isn't a friday night in your bedroom." He whispered in her ear.

Amy shivered slightly, as his hot breath heated her neck. It's not like they haven't been this close before. Hell, they've slept together, but the feeling of want only grows stronger when you know what you want, you can't have. She swallowed hard, and turned her head to look at him, as she collected her papers off the floor. She smirked. "Not without you, Ricky." She whispered back. She watched his eyes darken, and she couldn't quite explain the look on his face.

Ricky cleared his throat, breaking the eye contact, as he stood up. "I'm gonna..." He trailed off, looking over at the library doors. "Enjoy your studying." He mumbled as he walked out of the library. Then he was gone.

Amy looked down at her papers, then back at the doors in confusion. Did she say something wrong?

...

"It's been three months, and you're still dreaming of jumping in his bed?"

Amy shook her head at Madison's responce. She'd told the red-head about what happened at the library earlier that morning, as they last bell rang. Obviously, this was not the responce she was expecting. She wanted answers on why Ricky acted so strange. After they broke up, they slowly became close again. It still hurt being friends with him, after all that had happened in the past, but she figured being friends was better than no contact at all. Though, she really didn't have a choice, considering one of her best friends just happened to be one of his best friends. Now that she though about it, she should have talked to Jack about this instead...

Madison giggled, as they stopped in front of Amy's locker to get her homework for the weekend. They did this every friday, 'cause Madison usually went over to Amy's house, and Jack would usually drive them there, then head over to Grace's- his girlfriend- or Ricky's house.. But today Madison was seeing her boyfriend, Justin's soccer game. They started going out not long after Ricky and her broke up, which kind of made her more depressed over the whole situation. "This is so genius." She shouted, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Amy closed her locker, starring blankly at the red-head. What? Sometimes she wished she could read her friend's mind, just to see what it's like to be her, to know what she's thinking. If she could read minds, it would make her life a lot simpler. And she would have known what Ricky was thinking this morning in the library. For some reason, she can't get the scene out of her head. The way his face turned from a smirk, to just...shock.

...

When she got outside, the last thing she expected was Ricky hovering over Jack's truck, as they waited for her. They seemed to be deep in conversation, and Ricky looked a bit worried as Jack responded to his question. She couldn't help but wonder who put him in such worry. She still wished it was her. Her breath caught in her throat as Jack glanced her way. He caught her eye and smiled, causing Ricky to look over too. She looked down, and made her way to the truck.

"'Sup, Ames?" Jack asked, as she hopped in the car, throwing her bag in the back. She glanced at him, feeling both guys eyes on her. Jack's brows were furrowed. He knew something was wrong.

"I'm gonna go. I'll see you later." She could hear Ricky saying, as she pretended to play with the radio. She started humming to an unfamiliar song, as Jack said his goodbye, and started up the car.

It took him about 5.5 seconds to ask her what her problem was.

"Why are you all of a sudden ignoring the exgsistance of Ricky?" He questioned.

Amy looked out the window as they turned the corner, and shrugged. "I'm not." She heard him snort and rolled her eyes.

"You guys were together for thirty seconds, and the tension was suffocating me. And honestly, i've been best friends with both of you for four years, and I can honestly say you're the worst liars i've ever come across."

Amy looked up at the dirty blonde in shock. She was a great liar! Turning in her seat, she faced him, pullng her knees up to her chest. She watched the side of his mouth quirk up. Crap.

He took a glance at her, taking another turn. "Amy. What happened between yesterday when you two were joking around at lunch, to the immediate tension at the end of the day, today?" He asked more seriously, causing Amy to sigh.

"I don't know. I had study hall this morning, and he came in, 'asking' why I was dating the queen of the dorks. Or nerds. Or whatever." She mumbeled, turning herself so she was facing the dashboard again. If he saw her face, he'd automatically know what's up. He didn't know she still liked Ricky. Though, she was pretty sure she wasn't that secretive about it. Hell, Ricky probably knows she still likes him. Maybe she is a bad liar...

"He just walked in and asked you that?"

They turned onto her street, and she thanked every god. She didn't want to keep the conversation running longer than neccasry. Longer than nessarasy was up five minutes ago.

"Yup." She replied, bluntly, poping the 'p' at the end.

Jack pursed his lips together. "Y'know why?"

She glanced at him, before they drove into her drive-way. "No. All I know is that, it was a lot more awkward than it was supposed to be."

"He probably just doesn't want you getting hurt, s'all." He shrugged.

Amy shrugged back, grabbing her bag from the back seat. "That went down the drain when he broke up with me." She snapped, pushing open the door. Jack opened his mouth to say something, when her phone chirped. She sighed, running a hand through her hair as she pulled out her phone.

To: Amy

From: Ben

Where are you?

Amy scoffed, holding her phone in the air. "I'm in hell. That's where I am." She mumbeled, closing the truck door, and walking inside the house.

To: Ben

From: Amy

Not feeling well. Going to bed.

She looked up from her phone, and jumped back at the figure that appear in front of her. "BEN! god dammit! What the hell is wrong with you!? You scared the crap out of me..." She glanced around, stopping mid-sentence. "Wha...what are you doing in my...house?"

...

Jack's P.O.V.

"The fuck are you doing?"

Jack watched Ricky's gaze rise from his phone (That he hasn't taken his eyes off of in the last half hour) filled with confusion. Ricky glanced at the tv, before shrugging. "What?"

"You haven't gotten off that thing since the movie started." Jack snapped.

Ricky sighed dramatically, looking back down at his phone as it chirped, telling him he had a new message. "I've seen it."

Jack shook his head, laughing dryly as he shot up from Ricky's couch. "Then why are we watching it? 'Cause I honestly don't want to sit here and hear, ding ding ding ding ding coming from your phone all night with all the sexting you're doing. I cancelled with my- now very pissed off girlfriend, thanks- for this, but that doesn't mean I won't pick up and leave right now." He shouted, whipping his arms in the air for the dramatic effect.

"You look exactly like Amy did this morning when I asked her about that prick she's dating." Ricky mumbled under his breath, tearing his gaze away from Jack, and back down to his phone. Jack narrowed his eyes at the other boy. Ricky glanced back up, to see Jack smirking slightly. "The hell's wrong with you? Why are you smiling like that." He groaned. He was up to something.

God, Ricky was the most stubborn guy he's ever met in his life. You can question him on anything, and he'll immediatnly start an agrument about it. Even if he knows he's wrong. He could never admit that he was wrong. Probably why all his relationships never worked out.

Jack sat back down slowly, as Ricky eyed his suspecious closeness. "Hey, buddy," Jack said calmly, "I heard the prick is throwing a party tomorrow. We should...go."

Ricky smirked, shaking his head laughing. "And how did you find out about this?"

Jack shrugged. "Madison. The girl is all kinds of hot for me." He stated, smugly. Ricky snorted. "She's like...friends with him or whatever."

Ricky nodded, looking back down at his phone. "And I need to go, because...?"

To get your girlfriend back, you idiot. Jack shook the thought from his head. He's seriously freaking himself out on how much he's been thinking about Amy and Ricky's relationship. They broke up months ago, but recently, it's like both of their feelings that they've shoved beneath the surface are coming out, and it's so obvious. But of course, adding on to the teenage cliche: Everyone see's it but them. Which is annoying the shit out of him. With his mind always on them, and Madison constantly talking about how cute they are together. But then Madison brought him into the fucked up plan she came up with to get them back together, and she's totally convinved that it'll work. He thinks it's screw up...and, um...dangerous? The girl is phyco.

"You should have seen the way she was talking about him last period..."

Jack sighed, reajusting his cellphone between his cheek and neck. "I'm driving home right now...can we talk about this later? Mads? Please?" He begged the red-headed girl, his shoulders slumming as she scoffed.

"No, Jack! This is important! Omigod, i'm so excited. I came up with the perfect plan to get them back together."

"What do you mean?"

"Okay, listen to this...Ben is throwing a party tomorrow at his dad's cottage down in Woodborough. It's literally like a six hour drive. Amy's going, and she expects you're picking us up."

"Am I not...?"

"Of course not! You're gonna get Ricky to pick her up." Madison replied. He could almost see her smirking face right now.

"Six hours of Amy and Ricky alone in his truck? Yeah right. Amy wouldn't go for it."

"She would if it's her only way of transportation. By the time she calls to yell at us, we'll already be on the road. "

"Then she'll refuse to go." Jack pointed out.

"She won't. It's her boyfriends party, she wouldn't want to let him down, just because she didn't want to sit in a car with her ex."

"And how will a car ride magically get them to confess their feelings for eachother?"

"Six hours may not be enough to get them to confess their feelings, but with the wrong directions, no map, and a dead phone? They'll have plenty of time."

Jack shook his head at the memory that happened just a couple hours ago.

"Dude, the guy is a creeper. Kay, he's stalking Amy, and constantly harrasing her...I think it's time to show him up. And I know you wanna get a beat or two down on him, too." Jack pushed, patting Ricky's arm.

Ricky shoved his phone in his pocket, standing up from the couch. "I'll go." He said bluntly, turning towards the door. "But I know you're up to something, so i'll be expecting anything."

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My first Secret Life Fanfic! YAAAAY...ish. Was the beginning okay? I don't even know. I like it. But what's important is that YOU, my lovely viewers, like it! (: