Ooooookaaaaaaaaay! So... here is Chapter 7! Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 7

At School*

Alvin's POV

Great..just great! There are rumors going around now. People are saying that I got Brittany pregnant. Someone else said it was Simon.

"Ugh!" I groaned.

I leaned my head against my locker. I didn't feel like going to class today.

Poor Brittany. I wonder what going on with her right now?

Brittany's POV

Why do people have to be so mean? One minute I'm minding my own business just walking to class. The next, a bunch of girls are pushing me around and calling me names! I already punched Patricia in the face. Who cares if I get in trouble? Not me!

"Next...English." I slumped against my locker and looked at the floor.

I could hear some girls laughing and whispering to each other. Obviously talking about me.

"Whore," Patricia said as she walked by me. She stopped a few feet away from me.

Her friends just laughed. Even Lizzi! She used to be by best friend!

Patricia walked over to me and looked me in the eye.

"Brittany.. do you think the baby would have looked more like Alvin or Simon?" she asked. I guess she didn't learn her lesson last time.

I grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and raised my fist....

Alvin's POV

"Fight... fight..." I could here people chanting down the hall.

I sped off down the hall toward the crowd of people. Brittany was on top of Patricia beating in her face! I didn't know she could punch like that. Looks like it really hurts.

Patricia's face was covered in her own blood.

"Hey!" I yelled.

I couldn't let this go on. I ran to Brittany and pulled her off Patricia.

"Let me go!" she screamed at me. "I'm not finished with her yet!"

No one's POV

Alvin pushed Brittany against a locker and held her back.

"Brittany, calm down," Alvin said softly.

Brittany began to cry, and Alvin embraced her. The teacher ran around the corner to Patricia. She's still alive. Alvin thought.

"Brittany Miller," said Mr. Talbot over the intercom. "Please, report to the office immediately! Brittany Miller to the office immediately!"

He let Brittany go and watched her walk down the hall.

*At the Miller's House*

Brittany was lying on the bed. Her head was buried in her pillow.

What now? I'm grounded for a frickin' month! she thought.

She got off her bed and walked into the bathroom. She looked around for a moment then found what she was searching for. The blade for a razor.

She held out her right arm and pulled the blade across her tender skin. The blood oozed from the cut.

Not that bad. she thought. Just one more time, and I'll stop.

She pulled the blade over her skin again.

"Brittany! What are you doing?" she heard Jeanette yell from the doorway.

"Uh, um.. nothing." She knew that wouldn't work. Jeanette had just saw what happened.

Jeanette went to Brittany and cleaned her arm. She bandaged it up and pulled Brittany downstairs.

"Miss Miller," Jeanette said when they got in to the living room. "We need to talk."

*At the Seville's*

Dave was on the phone with Miss Miller in the kitchen. He was calm at first, but then he had shock all over his face.

Alvin started to walk in the kitchen but stopped in the doorway. He leaded against the frame. Dave was turned away.

"She what!?" he yelled into the phone.

He waited a moment listening to her response.

"Why is she cutting herself?" he whispered again.

She's cutting herself! Alvin thought.

Dave hung up the phone and turned around. Alvin looked up and saw Dave staring at him.

"I guess you heard, huh?" Dave asked.

He and Alvin walked in the living room and sat on the sofa.

"Yeah," Alvin finally replied.

Dave put his hand firmly on Alvin's shoulder.

"Alvin, Brittany's just having a hard time right now," Dave soothed.

"I know."

"Remember when you first moved in with me? You were so afraid." Dave removed his hand from Alvin's shoulder.

"I was not..." Alvin argued back. "Okay, maybe I was."

"Exactly. You used to do the same thing."

"Yeah." Dave turned on the TV.

"But it stopped when we got you help. You were only 13, Alvin. That was 3 years ago."

Alvin looked down at his lap and shuffled his feet.

"Give her time. Maybe she's being pushed around at school."

I guess he was never told about the fight? Alvin thought. He decided not to tell and just drop it.

"Okay, Dave." Alvin stood up and walked to his room.

He laid down on his bed and got his mp3 player. He put on the earphones and turned it on.

Hey, slow down
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?

Yeah, I'm afraid
What do you want from me?
What do you want from me?

As the song continued Alvin let silent tears fall down his face.

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