Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Life of the American Teenager. But how cool would that be?
This is very short. This is my first TSLOTAT fanfic, and I don't know why it ended up being the Ricky and Lauren thing. I guess i was just ineterested in the fact that she's supposed to be the logical, reposible SMART one, and yet, she's making out with the guy who got her best friend pregnant.
R&R:)
The Aftermath
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I shouldn't have let it happen. Nothing, at least, nothing yet. But there was always more.
Didn't I know better? I knew him, what he'd done, and look at me.
I hadn't given in. He hadn't asked. But he would have if we weren't interrupted.
I was supposed to be smart. Supposed to know better.
Would I have been strong enough to say no? I wasn't sure.
I had thought I had learned from Amy's mistakes. I had told her to tell her parents, to see a doctor. I had been the voice of reason all along.
When had that changed?
Well, about 10 minutes ago, after making out with Ricky, the very guy who had gotten her into this mess. I had been kissing the player who got my best friend pregnant, and didn't care. Wasn't I smarter than that?
I was smart, I knew that. Academically, I was one of the best. I was logical, responsible, intelligent, and hardworking. Teachers loved me. But apparently, I was only smart academically. Because I now knew I wasn't people smart.
He used people. I had laughed at the number of girls he'd tricked. I'd wondered how Amy had unknowingly given in. I had thought she was smarter than that. But, then, I had thought I was, too.
He was persuasive. He knew what he was doing; it was a game to him. I would be just another conquest, and I'd go willingly. I had never thought I would be obedient to Ricky Underwood.
But he could change people. He could destroy people from within. I thought that, knowing what Amy was going through, this couldn't affect me. I was strong, I could say no. I had said it before.
Probably the other girls had too. They just couldn't, like me, say it to him.
I remembered the shock on the face of my brother and best friend. They had been bewildered by that scene. And so was I.
There was horror in their faces, too. Sure, Madison and I had sort of competed for his attention before, for a day, but we were over it now. Or so she'd thought.
He was good-looking, and I understood that. But I was sure I wasn't that shallow. Didn't personality matter at all? It used to, to me…
But he was disturbed, too. He manipulated, isolated, and destroyed people. I had seen it first hand. I had seen Amy's tears. I had wanted to kill him for that.
Why was it now that I blamed her for her pregnancy?
She hadn't known what was happening, she said. But how could you not know what was happening?
But, subconsciously, I knew Amy was right. I wouldn't know what I was doing if he took advantage of my strange weakness around him, either. Why did he make me weak?
I knew I had changed things so dramatically in one night. My friends and family would have completely different opinions of me now.
Amy had changed her life impossibly in one night, hadn't she? Well, I wasn't pregnant by him. But only now, after my head had cleared, did I see that that could have happened to me, too. It would have.
She had thought she could say no, that she could make him stop. But did Ricky Underwood ever take no for an answer? Ever stop?
Probably not.