A/N: First off, I DO NOT OWN DEGRASSI. Secondly, this is my first fanfiction for the Degrassi fandom, so please be gentle with your reviews. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but no flames please. Now, on to the story!

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"B-broke?" Alli swallowed thickly, tilting her head slightly to the side before continuing. "That can…happen?" When Johnny DiMarco had asked her to meet him in music detention, she was expecting to hear something along the lines of him missing her terribly and he couldn't live without her. Instead, she was bombarded with the news that during their little incident a few weeks prior, the protection had malfunctioned.

She watched as he sighed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. "Yeah, Alli, it can." He seemed annoyed, and suddenly she was very much aware of just how young she was. A red tint was slowly making its way up her cheeks as she shifted from one foot to the other, doing her best to choose the best reply to this statement.

"I thought you said we were…safe."

Another sigh escaped Johnny's lips before he spoke again. "You seemed shaken up enough. I didn't want to worry you over something that was probably nothing. The last thing you needed was that thought weighing your mind down." There was a long pause, neither of them making eye contact as the information sunk in. "I mean, it is nothing, isn't it? If you were…late or something, you would have told me."

Unsure of how to answer, Alli settled for silence. There was a deep intake of breath, followed by, "Shit, Alli! Why didn't you say anything?!" She put a hand to her forehead, slowly sitting down in one of the chairs in the music room. In all honesty, she had only noticed two days ago that she was slightly off schedule. Relying on the information that she and Johnny had been cautious, she'd brushed it off.

"Only by a few days, Jonathan!" His full name was said with the utmost infuriation. "Five to be exact and I didn't think it was anything to worry about. It might still be nothing to worry about. I could start at any time!" Her hand fisted in her hair as she spoke, the terror of the situation settling in.

"Well what are we going to do about it?!"

All at once, she felt completely attacked. "I don't know!" She stood, already making her way to the door. "I just…can't deal with this now. I'll see you around." By the time she was out the door, her speed was up to running as she dashed down the hall, seeking refuge in any place where Johnny wasn't. She didn't hear him screaming behind her.

"You can't just run away from this, Alli!"

Alli didn't mean to run smack into Anya, her brother's girlfriend, on her way out of the school. It just happened. She also didn't mean to collapse into hysterical sobs the minute she made eye contact with the girl. "Whoa, Alli, what's wrong?! What happed?" Vaguely, the freshman was aware of two thin arms wrapping themselves around her frame, hugging her close to a familiar form.

"Johnny and I…did it. And he wanted to talk and now it's broke and I'm late and I don't know what to do!" The entire thing was one giant, jumbled sentence that it was clear nobody could make good sense of. Glancing around, Anya began to move the mass that was herself and Alli off to the side, sitting the younger girl down on the stairs and taking a seat next to her.

"Okay, all I got was you and Johnny, something's broken, and you're late for something." She paused, rubbing circles up and down Alli's back. "Take a deep breath and let me know what's going on here. Do I need to beat the crap out of Johnny DiMarco?"

Alli shook her head, willing her breathing to slow down along with her heart rate. It wasn't supposed to happen like this. She wasn't supposed to be telling her brother's girlfriend about her recently discovered pregnancy scare. "Johnny and I did it. And the…protection broke, and I'm late." If Anya couldn't understand it now, the whole conversation was a lost cause.

There was a short pause. Then, "Oh, I see." Maybe it was a good thing that it was Anya that she told. If she had tried to tell Clare, there would have been accusations and I told you so. Now, it seemed that there was only an awkward silence. At least it was off her chest, though.

"What do I do? I don't know about these things." Just like in the music room with Johnny, she was bombarded with the fact that she was not yet fifteen. She was a tiny little Niner who had only had sex education class a year before, and now she might be having a baby. The thought made her stomach turn.

Anya's hand was still moving comfortingly along her back. "Well, how late are you exactly?" It was a valid question, the answer to which she had only told her now ex-boyfriend moments before. For some reason though, she had to stop in her panic and recall it.

"Five days."

The older girl nodded, arm wrapping around Alli's shoulders. "Then the only thing you can do is go to the nurse and get a test. It's confidential, so if it's negative, nobody will ever have to know." Time was moving so fast that her world seemed to be spinning. "School's out for the day, so you'll have to wait for tomorrow. If you want, I could drive you to the drug store to pick up a test, but somebody could see us there. It's probably safer to just go to the nurse."

"No, no, I'll just wait. The last thing I need is somebody to find out." Alli was dimly aware that she was shaking her head. "You'll come with me tomorrow, won't you? And you promise you won't tell Sav? He can't know. He just can't."

Anya nodded standing and taking the freshman with her. "Of course, Alli, I would never make you go alone and I would never tell your brother. It's not my news to tell." The red head was walking now, pulling Alli with her. "Now let's get you out of here. I'll let your brother know that we're going out for ice cream. That should make you feel a little bit better, at least."

Alli could only allow herself to be pulled to the car in the parking lot as Anya pulled out her phone to text Sav. "I just wanted him to love me." The statement was more to herself than to anyone else, but she found herself getting a reply nonetheless.

"I know, sweetie. I know."