A plus sign? No, this can't be happening.

"Oh, God," I gasped.

"I-I don't know what to say right now, Alls," said Rosie.

I turned around and looked at my reflection in the mirror. My hand slowly lifted my shirt up to reveal my stomach. My hand gently touched it.

"Ally, I can't believe you're…pregnant," said Trish.

"I don't wanna believe it, but it's too good to be true," I said.

"You're not gonna abort him…or her, are you?"

"Are you crazy? I'm not letting anyone take my baby away from me. He or she is my responsibility. I'm keeping my child."

"Is this what you want, Ally?" asked Rosie. "There's a lot of options."

"When it comes to this, there are no options. I'm keeping my son."

"Son?" asked Trish.

"First of all, let's just say the baby is a boy. Second, he's mine."

Later on, nighttime came. It's time for me to tell my parents.

"God, I can't tell them," I whispered.

"You have to," said Rosie. "Don't worry, Alls. I got your back. If they want to abort their grand baby, they're gonna have to go through me."

We walked into the living room, where my parents were paying the bills.

"Hi, Mom, hi, Dad," I said.

"Hey, sweetie," they both said.

I leaned to Rosie and whispered, "I can't do this."

"You will," she replied. "I'll tell a story, hear what they say, and you come in for the kill, Cous."

"Hey!" Rosie said. "Uncle Lester! Aunt Penny! You know you both don't look a day over 50!"

I sighed and slapped my hand onto my forehead.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"I gotta get the story started," she whispered. She looked back at my parents. "Anyways. Auntie P, tell me. What was it like when you were pregnant with Ally here?"

"Why do you want to know, sweetie?" asked Mom.

"It's for…uhh…biology?"

"Wellll," I interrupted. "It's the study of life."

"Okay, Rosie. Where do you wanna start from?"

"When you found out you were pregnant?"

"It was shocking. I was very happy. But you should've seen Lester when I told him."

"I fainted," said Dad.

"Well, I think you're gonna faint now," said Rosie, "because your daughter is pregnant!"

What?!

"Rosie!" I yelled. "What's wrong with you?"

"How was I gonna explain it? I just wanted to get it over with."

"Ally, is this true?" asked Mom.

"Yes," I said. "Yes, Mom. I am pregnant."

"Oh, God," said Dad. "Ally, how could you? I expected you to be more responsible than this."

"What about me, Unc?" asked Rosie.

"Rosie, just last week, we lost you at the supermarket. Then, we found you crying and chewing on two foot long salami."

"Oh, yeah, uh?"

"Ally, do you even know who the father is?" asked Mom.

"It's Austin."

"I saw that coming," said Mom.

"I know, right?" said Rosie.

"Look, I know y'all are mad, but I'm taking responsibility for my baby. I'm not aborting him or her."

"I'm with Ally on this," said Rosie. "If you guys wanna some doctor to cut Ally's stomach open and take my future niece or nephew out, you have to go through me!"

"Rosie, calm down," said Mom. "Ally…if this is what you want, I will support you."

"I will too," said Dad. "Have you told Austin?"

"What?! I don't wanna tell Austin. What if he won't accept it?"

"Ally, you have to tell him," said Mom. "He's the father."

"But I—"

"Ally," said Rosie. "Why don't you use reverse physiology?"

"What?"

"You tell Austin that you're pregnant, but you also tell him that he's off the hook and he won't have to worry about his baby. Austin will realize that this is wrong and he'll help."

"Wow, Rosie," said Dad. "That's the first smartest idea that has ever come out of your mouth."

"I'll take that as a complement."

"In the meantime," said Mom. "Ally, you are grounded for a month."

"Are you serious, Auntie P," asked Rosie. "Ally's a mom now! She's the one who grounds now!"

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, ma'am.

"By the way, it's time for Auntie Rose to start planning everything!"

"Planning?" I asked. "Auntie Rose?"

"The baby shower, buying clothes, bottles, diapers, and start picking a name. Duh!"

"That's gonna be a lot of work."

"It's what being a parent's about," said Dad.

—

Two weeks later, I was at school. I was going to tell Austin about my pregnancy.

Trish was following me as I was finding him.

"I don't know if I can do this," I said to Trish.

"You're not raising your baby on your own. If Austin's not gonna help, I will slap the shit out of him until he begs for a bullet to go through his chest."

"Trish, don't hurt him. If you hurt Austin, then you'll hurt his son."

"I'm sorry. I'll always have your back, Alls. Better or worse."

"Okay."

We finally found Austin with Dez outside.

Once I saw Austin, I wanted to run away and never see him again. When I turned around, Trish gave me a look.

"What if—" I said.

"There's always plan B."

"Not plan B. That's a stupid idea."

"Then, tell him."

"Fine."

I finally walked up to them.

"Hey, guys," I began with.

"Hey, Ally," said Austin. When my name left his lips, my heart began to beat faster.

"Dez, can I talk to Austin for a minute?"

"Okay," said Dez. He got up and left.

"Ally, are you okay?" asked Austin.

"No, Austin. I'm not."

"What's wrong?"

"Listen, Austin. I have to tell something about when we…you know?"

"Ally, if it's about what happened between us, it's okay. It's not your fault. I'm just really scared that Kira might find out."

"I'm sorry if I ruined everything."

"There's nothing you did wrong."

"Austin, I just wanna ask you something."

"What is it?"

"Have you noticed anything about me?"

"Like what?"

"I've gotten a little…big."

"Ally, if this is about your boobs, shouldn't you talk to Trish or Rosie?"

"No, not abo—Wait! My boobs? Are they big?"

"No. I mean yes. I mean…I…See this you don't talk about this to me."

"Are they big?"

"Umm…no, they're perfect, Ally. Is that it?"

"No, I'm not fini—"

"Ally!" yelled Rosie.

She came running in with a little T-shirt…for the baby! Oh, no!

"Ally, I have found the cutest—Austin?!" gasped Rosie.

I gave her a look. She said convincingly, "Hey, Austin. What up?"

"Rosie, why do you have that shirt for?" asked Austin.

"What shirt?"

"The shirt in your hands."

"Shirt in my hands? Oh, this shirt! It's nothing."

"Let me see it."

Austin walked up and grabbed the shirt from Rosie's hands.

He read it. "My Aunt's Hot, but already taken.

"Who is this for?"

Rosie snatched it from Austin's hands. "It's for…Dez. I'm gonna go see if it fits him. Adios!"

She took off.

Austin looks back at me. "Ally, I gotta tell you something."

"Me too."

"Me first."

"Okay."

"I don't think I used a condom."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, good. No wonder I'm pregnant." Holy crap! What did I just say?"

"Pregnant?"

"Yes, Austin. I'm pregnant with your child."

"Oh, God. Ally, I'm so, so sorry."

"Austin, it's okay."

"It is?"

"Yes."

"Are you gonna keep the baby?"

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. Our career is just getting started."

"Career? What do you mean by that? You think I'm gonna give him or her away because your career."

"Ally, taking care of a baby is lot of hard work."

"It's not hard work when the baby's yours."

"Ally, what about our dream of making it?"

"Our dream? Don't you mean yours?"

"Ally—"

"I don't know about you, Austin, but my child comes first before everything including my dream."

"Ally, I just don't want to give up everything we worked for. Our songs, our career—"

"Austin, it doesn't sound like this is mostly about me. This is about you not wanting to grow up and take responsibility."

"That's not true."

"It seems like it to me. It seems like…being a father will ruin your career."

"I just don't want it to get in the—"

"It? It?!"

"No, Ally, I didn't mean it that way."

"My baby is not a thing! My baby is a part of me."

"Ally, please."

"You know what, Austin? No need to worry about me and my son. You're off the hook. Your fame is protected."

I walked away from him.

I found Trish and Rosie next to my locker.

"Alright," I said. "Plan B."

"Let's getter done!" said Rosie.

We went to the bathroom and I got all dressed up.

After that, I had on a black leather jacket zipped up,

I was outside once again, where there was a lot of people.

I leaped up on a stone bench and whistled to get everyone's attention. Once they turned to me, I said aloud, "Hey, everybody. I'm Ally Dawson. None of y'all know me that much. I just wanna show y'all something."

I unzipped my jacket and showed off my white tanktop. Everyone gasped as they saw the logo on my tanktop: a red A.

"Yes, it's a scarlet A, which stands for adultery. I'm not a virgin. Plus, I'm pregnant! With Austin Moon's child."

Austin came up to me. "Ally, what the hell are you doing?"

I jumped off the bench and said, "Just showing you how much it hurts, Austin."