And alas, a story. I don't own Drake and Josh (sadly). Please Read & Review, hopefully you like it

I'd been with him for only a few weeks before our relationship came to a crashing halt. He was that popular musician, the boy who wanted every girl and got her. And I'd fallen for it. He'd wrapped me around his little finger, and then had crushed me.

It all started one day during English. He was the boy the teachers hated. I was the shining student. I had straight A's. He was a purely D student. I'd had a crush on him for years, but had never had the courage to say anything. He finally noticed me one day before a test.

"Hey, Maddie right? I'm Dra—" He'd started

"I know who you are." I'd said, keeping my eyes focused on the paper I was using for reviewing.

"You do?" He'd said with a smirk.

"You act like its some major thing because I know who you are," I looked up at him. "You're the most popular boy in school. Plus, girls talk."

"Oh do they?" He'd leaned close, brushing a few strands of the loose strands of blonde hair out of my eyes. "And do you talk with them?"

What could I say? I had talked about him, but who didn't? Even I liked him. I stared into his brown eyes as I thought of what I could say to him. His reddish brown hair fell oh-so-cutely into his eyes. "M-me? N-no!" I stuttered. Smooth. Smoothity Smooth Smooth. That definitely fell into one of the stupidest things I'd ever said.

He'd smirked, "I guess it's your lucky day"

I meant to say 'Why's that?' but it just came out as "Whah?"

"I'm free tonight," He said, placing his hand on top of mine.

Had he just asked me out? He had. Oh I must be dreaming. He's so cute. I noticed the look on his face and realized I still hadn't given him an answer. "Yeah, I'm free…too…so you know…" And two in one day. Good job.

"Good, I'll see you at 7?" He said with a smile.

I nodded furiously, scribbling my address on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "I'll see you then."

By that time the teacher was glaring at us. I realized we'd been talking for the first ten minutes of class.

I failed that test. And at the time, it was worth it.

That night had been the best night of my life. I knew his reputation. He was said to be a good kisser, but a one-night stand. It wasn't long into the date before we were kissing. The girls were right, he was a good kisser. He was an amazing kisser. I guess I was okay too, because he didn't pull away.

He asked me out again, and again and again. And then one night, I gave him everything, including one thing I can't take back: my virginity.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He'd said as I cried.

What was wrong with me? Since when did I become the kind of girl to have sex with someone I hardly knew? I wiped the tears from my cheeks as I pulled my clothes on. I felt dirty. I was ashamed of myself. "I-I gotta go." I'd said desperately as I stood up.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me back towards his bare chest I'd been against only minutes before. "Don't go" He whispered into my ear.

I started to pull away, but he just pulled me back towards him. "I gotta go." I said again, this time with more force as I pulled away.

He let go, looking at me with those brown eyes that had gotten me into this. "Bye" He said softly.

I leaned over the bed and kissed his cheek. "Bye Drake" I said before leaving.

It wasn't even a week before he came up to my locker. "We've got to talk." He said, not looking me in the eye.

"Okay?" I said, shutting my locker door. For the next minute and a half, he proceeded to break up with me. I only nodded when he said it wasn't working out, and watched him walk away.

I've never cried as much as I did that night. I stayed home from school the next day, and the day after that, and for about a week.

You see, I was a straight A student. It was very rare that you'd see Davis, Madison on the absentee list for even one day, but never for a full week. I hid away in my room, totally supported by my mother, who had had her share of heartbreaks as well.

Two months after that I'd woken up and threw up. And again the day after that. And again for four days. I made a list of everything that could be wrong with me, and finally I settled on one thing. I was pregnant.

I'd gotten a pregnancy test from the drug store. It only confirmed what I already knew. I curled up on my bed, allowing myself to cry. I was only 17. I had no clue how to care for a child. I couldn't get rid of it. I couldn't get an abortion. And adoption wasn't an option. I had no choice but to keep the baby.

But what would he say? He had to know, it was his child. But why should he find out? He didn't care about it, he wouldn't care.

The next day I sat down at my kitchen table, watching my mom sort through the bills. My dad had left a few months before, and ever since our world hadn't been the same. I instantly felt tears running down my cheeks, feeling guilty for what I had done.

Her mom looked up at me, "Oh Maddie, what's wrong?"

I looked down at the table, slyly placing one hand on my stomach under the table. There was a baby in me. That news still couldn't sink in. "Nothing, nothing at all."

And that's the beginning of my story! Tell me what you think.