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Chapter 3:Never pretend a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.~ Alan Watts
"Can we please go now?" Rachel asks me leaning against my locker door.
"Yeah, I'm almost done here, I just need to give something to Jared really quick. Why, what's your rush anyway?" I ask, shutting the door and grabbing my bags from the floor.
"I'm not feeling great. I just want to go home and change into sweats and eat ice cream and watch a movie, just us. I'm sick of all this guy drama. Its making me sick. Paul hasn't even looked in my direction since the night of homecoming, and Aiden and I argue every other time I see him," she says, and she clutches her books closer to her chest.
I nod just as we get to Jared's locker. His body is bent over with his head towards the bottom, giving us a great view of his perfect, round ass.
"Jared?" I ask timidly.
"What?" he snaps, turning to face me and standing up. I had to look up to see his face, and it seemed even further up than the last time I talked to him, which is not often.
"I just wanted to give you the lab questions you missed today since you were the one actually handling the chemicals," I say holding out the lab for him.
He looks down at it and takes it from me, slightly crinkling the bottom right corner.
"Thanks," he mumbles, slamming his locker door shut and walking down the hall opposite from us.
"I hate him and his stupid best friend," Rachel complains as we turn back towards the main entrance and walk out together.
"Well, Paul's definitely a jerk, but him and Jared haven't even talked since that night, I think that's why they're both so pissy all the time," I say defending him as I get into my car.
"Mhm. What's going on with you and Damien by the way, I haven't seen him around much," she remarks.
"I thought we weren't going to talk about boys," I question.
"I said we weren't going to talk about boys once we got home, now spill," she demands.
"He's just annoying me again about sex. I know you've done it, and you say it's not so bad, but I just don't want to with him and he doesn't want to accept that".
"That's completely ok with me, but do you not want to sleep with him because of Jared?"
I keep looking at the road ahead of me, and I feel her staring at me but I don't want to say anything because I know it's true.
"You know I love you like a sister, but Kim, you need to let him know that your relationship isn't going to go anywhere. You can't keep leading him on. It's not fair to him," she says, forcing me to look at her.
"I know it's not fair, but I still think I love him. We've been together for four years. Maybe I'm just not ready for it yet."
"I don't want to butt into your relationship, but you really need to decide if the relationship is just platonic," Rachel scolds as we get into her house.
The second we get in, Jake's sitting at the dinner table eating left over Chinese. Rachel gets one whiff of it and goes running to the bathroom.
I knock on the door and hear her get sick.
"Rache, are you ok?" I ask.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she says a few seconds later.
"Are you sure?" I ask.
"Yeah, go ahead and make the popcorn, I'll meet you down in a few minutes and we'll decide what we're watching," she says, and I can hear the strain in her voice.
"Ok, I'll meet you down," I say, walking down the stairs.
When I get into the kitchen, Jake's coming back in from outside.
"She's so annoying, this is the second time in a week I've had to finish eating something outside. What's her problem?" he asks me.
"I don't know, Jake, she's been stressing a lot over school lately and I think it's finally catching up to her."
"Well, it's kind of annoying. Tell Rache that dad's staying late at the tribal office, and said to order in for dinner. Oh, and Quil and Embry are coming over. If they come to the door tell them to just meet me in the garage," he says before taking a bag of Doritos with him on the way out the back door.
"And since when am I your secretary?" I ask.
He laughs and shuts the door behind him just as the microwave beeps telling me the popcorn's ready.
I pour it into a bowl, and walk into the living room where Rachel is already sitting on the sofa, under a blanket with her knees pulled tightly to her chest.
"So what are we watching?" I ask, sitting opposite her and putting the bowl in between us.
"What about Hairspray? I just want something light."
"Ok, I'll put it in," I say getting up and putting it into the DVD player.
We watch the movie on Billy's small TV, and halfway through, Rebecca walks in with Embry and Quil right behind her.
"Hey, guys," I say with a smile, "Jake's waiting for you in the garage," I tell them.
They walk out the back and Rachel turns to me and her twin.
"I have to talk to you both, upstairs please," Rachel says, standing up and holding her blanket in front of her body.
Rebecca and I look at each other and nod, quickly following her into their bedroom.
"What's up Rache?" Rebecca asks, sitting on her bed, directly across from Rachel, and I lean on their dresser, in between them both.
"I'm late," she blurts out.
"Late for what?" I ask.
"You know late, like late in the month," she says and she starts fidgeting with the blanket.
"Could you be …" Rebecca asks, rocking an invisible baby in her arms.
Rachel nods, "I think I am, I'm almost three weeks late," she says, beginning to cry.
"No way, Rache, Dad's gonna kill you. Are you sure, have you done a test yet?" Rebecca asks.
Rachel shakes her head no.
"Well, there are other reasons you can be late," I suggest.
Rachel shakes her head no again.
"If you are, whose is it?" Rebecca asks.
"Paul," she says, another tear sliding down her face.
"Are you sure it can't be Aiden's? You've only done it with Paul once, right?" I ask.
"Paul's the only one I slept with, but I've been with him at least four times last month alone. He knew I was with Aiden but he didn't care, but once he caught us Paul's wanted nothing to do with me," she says with a sob.
I go over to her bed and hug her, letting her cry as much as she needs to.
"What are you going to do with it?" Rebecca asks.
"I don't know. I don't think I can just get rid of it, but if I carry it for 9 months, I'm going to want to keep it, and I don't want to get a reputation."
"Are you going to tell Paul," I ask.
"No, I really don't want to."
"Then, you don't have to," Rebecca assures her, coming to sit on her bed with us.
"You don't even know if you really are yet, why don't we go buy a test and see what it says," I suggest. They both nod in approval.
"I'll drive," I insist.
After telling Jake to order in, we drive out to Port Angeles to buy the test, and get dinner.
We walk into a local CVS, and buy three different kinds, then we head into a bathroom at the pizzeria after we order our dinner.
We waited the five long minutes for the test answers to show, before slowly looking at them. From the smiley face, to the two pink lines, and finally the little pink plus sign, they all meant the same thing.
"Rache?" I question, her face going blank, "are you ok?" I ask, waiting for her to burst into tears.
She nods, taking all three tests into her hands, dropping them into her bag, and walking out of the bathroom ahead of me and her twin.
We quickly pay the bill, and follow her out to the car. She took the keys from me and was waiting for us in the passenger seat.
When Rebecca and I were in the car, I started it, but didn't even attempt to start moving.
"Rachel Audrina Black, you need to say something. You just found out you're having a baby, and you've been unresponsive since you saw the test, we need to know that you're going to be ok. You have a lot of responsibility you're about to take on, and me and your best friend want to help you," Rebecca says from the back seat, stretching her hand out to touch her sister's shoulder.
Rachel shrugs Rebecca's hand off and stares out the window blankly.
We wait another 5 minutes as the car warms up until finally giving up, "just drive home and call your parents, tell them you're staying at our house tonight," Rebecca says curtly, staring out her back window as we head back down to La Push.
She stays unresponsive, almost catatonic all that night, and has Rebecca and I twisted up into nervous wrecks.
The next day, she stays home, telling her dad she has a stomach ache, and Rebecca and I drive to school together in near silence.
When I step out onto the lawn surrounding the school, Damien and Aiden walk right to me.
"Hey, baby, where's Rachel?" Damien asks, snaking his arm around my body, and placing it on my hip.
"Home sick," I say, taking his hand off my hip, walking straight down the hallway.
"Sick with what? Guilt for cheating on her boyfriend after he's been nothing but good to her," Damien remarks snidely, earning a cocky grin from Aiden.
"It's really none of your business," I say, not even looking back at them.
"The hell it is, she's his girlfriend," Damien whispers harshly in my ear.
"Rachel was his girlfriend, was as in the past tense. When he broke up with her, his right to know ended," I say with an attitude.
Damien pulls my wrist and slams me against a set of lockers, as passers by just glance over and keep going.
Him and Aiden provide a wall in front of me, and they begin to hiss their nasty words at me.
"How dare you talk to your boyfriend and his best friend like that?" Aiden barks.
"You know, I really don't need a boyfriend like you," I spit out at Damien, who's still clutching my wrist.
He tightens his fingers around it, and I feel the pain building up inside of me.
"I'm the best thing that ever happened to you and you know it. Without me, who would you be? Little Miss Kimberly Jeanine Cromweller the art geek, ooh, I'm so scared of you," he teases getting up into my face, and kissing down the side of my neck.
I squirm out of his hold, and begin to slip away when Aiden blocks my path.
"Oh no, Kim, you're not going anywhere until you tell us why Rachel stayed home," Aiden snaps, grabbing my hips and pushing me back against the lockers.
"I already told you she's sick," I say, trying to get away from them again.
"Hmm, not good enough," Damien says pushing me back against the cold metal , resounding in a harsh metal clang.
Just as he raises his hand, we hear another two voices behind us.
"Let go of her," The deeper one grumbles.
I look up to see Sam and Paul, standing menacingly over Damien and Aiden.
"Come on, let go of her. You want to fight, lets fight," Paul challenges, pushing Aiden hard against the locker next to me.
"No, we're good," Damien says, pulling Aiden to homeroom with him.
"Are you ok?" Sam asks me, I nod.
"Yeah, nothing I can't get over, thank you," I whisper shyly, trying my best to avoid Paul.
Between every period, I try to avoid Paul at all costs, but he seems to be trying to find me. Finally, he catches me right before Bio.
"Kim, can we please talk," he asks, leading me aside.
"Yeah, I guess," I say, trailing him.
"Where's Rachel? I really need to talk to her," He whispers, trying to maintain his reputation.
"Not you too. She's home sick, please, just leave her alone. You've hurt her enough already, I don't think she can handle anything else."
"But I really need to…"
I shook my head no. "If she wants to talk to you, she'll come to you," I say sternly. His hands start shaking, and he storms off down the hallway just as the bell rings.
I slide into my seat next to Jared quietly and he looks at me out of the corner of his eye.
"What were you doing talking to Paul? He hasn't even talked to me in weeks," Jared whispers, still looking towards the board.
"It's really none of your business," I manage to stammer out, somehow unable to give him the attitude I want to.
"He's my best friend, why would he talk to you and not me?" He questions mostly to himself and I see his hands too begin to shake.
"I think that's between you and him," I say in a voice a little above a whisper.
"I don't feel right," he says, raising his trembling arm, waiting to be excused.
Once Ms. Beachcrest let him go, he shot out of his seat like a bat out of hell, and didn't return for the rest of the day.
Later that day I was back in Rachel's room with Rebecca. Once I told her that Paul was looking for her, she broke down sobbing.
"I wish Mommy were still here. I need her so much. I don't know what to do with a baby, or even if I should keep the baby," Rachel gets out through sobs.
Rebecca climbs into bed with her twin, and holds her as she cries, leaving me gently stroking her hair.
We eventually get her to shower and eat, and come back to school with us the next day. Though she still doesn't know what she wants to do with the pregnancy.
It makes it a lot easier for her to breath in school without Paul there. Damien and Aiden get the hint, and leave us alone for awhile, and I remain a nervous wreck without seeing Jared for two weeks. Since Jared left that day, neither Paul nor Sam is seen around in school, and word has it they all dropped out together.
