Yay, chapter 3 is up. Now is the time where everyone gives me a loud applause for my work on the story…or not.

CHAPTER 3

After my mom leaves for work I walk over to Brian's house. I know he'll be awake, I bet he wakes up at 6:00 every morning just for fun. I don't know how he does it. I knock on his door, and he answers, looking the same as every morning: like he woke up hours ago. He backs away so I can come in, before either of us says anything. We sit in his TV room, because his parents are at work. When we're all settled in, not exactly next to each other, but not across from each other either, he finally talks. "So what's up?" he asks as casually as he can, not very casual.

I respond, a million times more casual than him, "I woke up early. I was bored, and I assumed you were awake, and was right."

"I see," he says, trying to use the same tone of voice as me. I laugh at him, he laughs back at me. It's like this for hours. Just talking back and forth, about meaningless things, obviously enjoying ourselves. Then I see Jordan's car pull up by my house. I stop in the middle of my sentence, and get up to get a better look. He gets out of his car and starts walking toward my house. My face lights up into a smile, and I run out of Brian's house to greet him.

"Whoa, Angela, where did you come from?" He is obviously surprised, but I'm glad. He looks cute when he's confused.

"Brian's house. I woke up early, and he was the only one I knew would be awake."

"Oh." He only says this, and we get in his car and drive off. I don't even say goodbye to Brian, and as I look back at his house, I see that he noticed too. We are driving around for a while. I'm about to ask, when he talks. "Are you going with Brian behind my back?"

"Am I going with Brian? No I'm not going with Brian! He's my friend, am I not aloud to talk to my friends now?"

"Are you sure?"

"Hmm, let me think…yes!" By now the car is parked in some ally. He leans over and tries to kiss me. I push him off, "No, get off of me."

"What?" he tries to kiss me again, but I push him off again. This time he unbuckles his seatbelt, and pushes my back against the window. I try pushing him off, but he's pushing too hard.

"Get off me! Seriously Jordan, I don't want to!" He doesn't listen. He's taking off my shirt. He doesn't care that I'm struggling. "STOP!" I scream. He sits up. "Just take me home."

"Fine." We don't talk the rest of the way home. I wait until he drives away, then I walk over to Brian's house, instead of mine. He opens the door, and I fall in his arms, my head against his chest. He holds me, and we stay like this for a while. One hand still on my neck, he walks me to the couch. We sit side-by-side, and I lean my head on his shoulder. He runs his fingers through my hair.

"What happened?" He asks me.

"He was 'in the mood,' and I…wasn't."

"So he, like…"

"Held me down, tried to take my shirt off."

He doesn't say anything; he just runs his fingers in my hair. I look up at him. He's looking straight forward, thinking, I guess. I look at him long enough, so he glances at me. Our eyes meet, our lips lock. We sit there, not moving a muscle, not our lips, not our lungs; I don't even think our hearts are beating. After a few minutes of just sitting like that, we pull back. We're speechless, and I can see he's a little uncomfortable, so I talk first.

"So, do we…have any important homework?"

Brian laughs. I think half out of nervousness, and half, just because he thinks it was funny. "Um, no big assignments. But you did miss a really interesting guest speaker," he says sarcastically.

"Oh really?" I ask, pretending to be interested, but we both know I'm faking.

"Totally…well actually it was kind of sad. This girl came in, she was like, 20, and she had a 5-year-old son. I guess she was raped or something." My face goes pale; I jump up and run out the door to Brian's car. I know he will follow me. He does. "What are you doing?"

I pull on the passenger-seat door, but it's locked. He pulls his keys out of his pocket and throws them to me. I drop them because my hands are shaking so much. I unlock all of the doors and Brian gets in the drivers seat. "How could I be so stupid?" I think to myself.

"Where are we going?" Brian asks.

"You need to take me to the department store." I'm breathing heavily, but Brian doesn't know what's going on.

"Wait, why the department store?" he asks. I don't answer, I just let him drive.

When we get to the store I get out of the car, and Brian starts to follow me, "Please, let me go alone."

Brian hesitates, but gets back into the car.

X+X+X+X+X+X

I wait until we get back to his house to show him what's in the bag. We're both sitting on the couch when I show him. "You've got to be kidding me," he gets up from the couch and starts pacing around the room. "A pregnancy test? How could you let him not use a condom? Do you even know you're pregnant yet?"

"Will you quit shouting at me? I know I did a stupid thing, but you don't have to rub it in my face. And, no I won't find out naturally for a few more days. It's none of your business anyway."

Brian calms down. "I know. But I've always thought of it my responsibility to take care of you, when things happen and you don't want to tell your parents."

"Yeah, I kinda figured that one out. Can I just do this thing?" I ask holding up the Clear Blue Easy box.

Brian nods, and walks me to the bathroom, where he waits outside.

X+X+X+X+X+X

"It's been ten minutes," Brian shouts through the door.

I don't respond, I just check the test. When I come out of the bathroom I'm as white as a ghost. Brian checks the test, and then checks the box. Then checks the test again, and checks the box one last time. After the results register in his brain his face goes as white as mine.

"Maybe its wrong. It's too early to tell anyway, isn't it?"

I don't say anything. I just fall on the couch. Brian comes and sits down next to me.

"We can go to Planned Parenthood. Talk to the counselors there, and try to decide what you want to do with the baby. Or, if you already know I can help you with whatever it is."

"Thanks Brian. But now is way too early to decide what I want to do with 'the baby.'" I remember my conversation with Rayanne last night and I get up."

Brian slowly gets up after me. "What's up?" he asks.

"Can you give me a ride to Rayanne's?"

"Yeah, sure."

When Brian pulls up to Rayanne's apartment building I can't will myself to get out of the car.

"Do you want me to come in with you?" he asks.

"Can you just wait in the car for me? You can leave if I'm in there too long."

He nods his head a little too much.

"Really, I want to go in alone."

"OK."

I knock on Rayanne's door, and she answers without much enthusiasm.

"Hey," she says looking around like she'd rather be doing 800 other things then talk to me.

"Rayanne, I'm sorry." Rayanne continues to look around uninterested. "It was stupid, what I said…and I really wish I hadn't said it."

"But you did," she says quietly, looking down.

"I know. And it was really stupid and a apologize a million times, but that's all I can do."

"It's okay, I guess. I mean, who knows what you were on when you said it."

I laugh, "Yeah, um, one more thing…I'm pregnant."

Her eyes bug out of her head. "…What? You're kidding? How can you be pregnant? Didn't he use a condom? It's Jordan's right? Did you tell your parents? Who drove you here? Oh my god, what are you gonna do?"

I grab on to her shoulders. "Well first I'm gonna answer the 50 non-stop questions you asked me."

"This is serious!" she screams.

"I know, I'm sorry. Now, to answer your questions. I'm pregnant, no, I had sex, no, yes, NO, Brian, I have no idea."

Okay, short chapter, but I'm tired and my back hurts and I want to get this over with. Next chapter is probably going to be a different scene, because I don't know how to end this one. KPF, you guessed that she was pregnant, now I'm mad at you. JK, you reviewed, and I can't be mad at any reviewer. HAHAHA, HEHEHE, I'm a hyper, so are we.