Amy Juergens walked down the hallway of Grant High School to her chemistry class, fully aware of the stares of other students,

Amy Juergens walked down the hallway of Grant High School to her chemistry class, fully aware of the stares of other students, who were all noticing her large bulge which was, in a little over a month, going to be her child.

She sighed and rubbed her belly affectionately. "I know," she said to him. "I hate the attention too."

She then saw Ben Boykewich, her first—and now ex—boyfriend. Quickly, awkwardly, she turned away, pretending to stop at the drinking fountain. Ever since their breakup two months ago, things were stiff between the two of them. Things were stiff between everyone nowadays.

Her ex-best friends Madison and Lauren had also left her alone. Lauren had been caught kissing Ricky Underwood, the father of Amy's child, and her parents who found out about the pregnancy had banned her from seeing Amy. Madison went out with Ben after him and Amy broke up, and hadn't told her.

She gave Ricky a withering stare as he passed her. He simply looked back at her—no, he looked back at her belly. Of course. Would anyone ever look at her face and not her belly for once?

Amy sat sadly and alone on the bench at the bus stop outside of school, waiting for the bus to come pick her up. A tear escaped her eye and landed appropriately on the belly of her shirt.

"Dammit!" she sobbed. "Why did this have to happen?" Her little boy kicked her, as if to remind her that he could hear her. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Talking to your child again, Amy?" Ricky sat down next to her, a hint of a smile on his face.

"What do you want?" Amy snapped. She laid back on the bench, hands resting on her belly. "You've already done…this." She gestured to her waist.

Ricky was silent for awhile, staring the passing cars. "Is it…is it a boy or a girl?" he asked carefully—almost gently.

Amy contemplated whether telling him was a good thing. "It's a boy," she said.

Ricky's face lit up. "Really?"

"Yes, really. What, you were planning to get me pregnant or something? You wanted a son at sixteen?"

Ricky snorted. "No. Why can't you just get over the fact that you're pregnant and live with it?"

Amy looked at him like he was crazy. Then she gave him a sort of I-knew-it look. "Of course. You go and have sex with me, get me pregnant, and then expect me to take responsibility for it? What's your problem anyway? You just seduce every girl you meet?"

"Listen, I only do it to girls I like. And I like you. Get that? I wouldn't just do it to every girl I meet." Ricky shook his head. "I'm leaving. Tell me when the kid pops out." He stood up to leave, but Amy was quick to grab his arm and turn him around.

"I don't care if you don't care about me! I need you to care about my baby, especially considering he has your crappy genes!" Amy let go, nearly pushing Ricky off the curb. "What am I saying? You wouldn't care. Just go home, already."

"I would, but I don't have a home," Ricky spat. He spun around and walked home, still shaking his head.

What am I doing? Amy thought, sobbing now. I need Ricky. I need him, and so does my baby. She sat down and cried into her hands.