"What are you going to do, Delia?" The doctor asked sweetly, rubbing the frightened girl's thigh.

Delia had been avoiding Jon for the past two days due to this. This baby growing inside of her. His baby. His offspring. She had the option of aborting it, but that wasn't right in Delia's eyes. She wasn't happy, she wasn't proud of this, or him. She knew better than having unprotected sex at her young age, lust had gotten the best of her though. She was showing 3 weeks pregnant, or that's what the doctor said, and the baby was the size of a peanut. She looked up at the screen and smiled softly, this thing might have been a mistake but she loved it. She loved it already. This was hers. Hers and Jon's. Something they could love and raise together.

"I'm going to keep it," Delia smiled sadly, "Yeah…I'll keep it."

"There are other options, you know…there's adoption." The doctor offered.

Delia quickly shook her head, "No…no need for that. If the dad isn't happy then I guess I'll just be a single parent."

"I'm sure he'll be delighted, sweetheart." The doctor smiled sweetly, "You're all done! Everything looks great, really. We'll see you back in three weeks, okay?"

Delia nodded swiftly and waited for the doctor to leave to get dressed. She sat there for a few minutes; the blanket draped over her lap to hide her nudity, and broke down in a soft sob. This was her life. This was what was going to break her. She knew it. She'd get over it, though. It was now time to tell Jon.

Her mother walked in not too much longer after that and sat in the chair beside of the bed, rubbing her daughter's shoulder, "It's going to be alright sweetheart."

"How's it going to look on you and dad?" Delia sobbed as she wiped her eyes, "The preachers daughter being a whore with the towns misfits. Seems like some fucked up romance, huh?"


"Where've you been at?" Jon asked, watching as she flopped down on the couch beside of her. They had the house alone, her parents had left to take Ryder out to eat and then back to school since Jon was taking her back.

She shrugged, "I had a doctor's appointment today."

"Oh," He flicked the ashes off of his cigarette, "…you alright?"

"Yeah," She nodded gingerly. She had planned to tell him. Just to sit him down and tell him but he couldn't. It's like the words were slipped out of her mind, out of her entire body. She managed to look at him before saying anything else.

He looked at her warily before bringing the cigarette back to his lips and sucked on it like it was the best thing he'd ever had, his blue eyes squinted under an auburn fringe. He was wearing the dark grey shirt, this one was different from the other one, but he looked so good sitting on the couch. He leaned back into the arm rest and threw his arm over the back of it, "What's bothering you, D?"

She furrowed her brown and shook her head, "Nothing…I'm…I'm fine."

"Liar," He said, the smoke billowing out of his mouth, "So you ready to go?"

She laughed humorlessly and shook her head, "No. Not really. Trying to get rid of me already?"

"Fuck yeah, I am. I have a hot date." He grinned.

"Oh yeah?" She pushed at his shoulder, jealously pinged deep inside of her, "Who?"

"Me, a bottle of jack, a bag of weed, and my right hand." His grin deepened and she caught on to the not-so-funny joke, "I'm not that much of a scumbag, Delia."

"I'm sure as soon as I'm gone, you're going to go and find some sort of slut to fuck, aren't ya?" She giggled and reached for her phone but his hand crashed down on top of hers and he pressed his face into the side of her neck, sniffing her skin as if it was the last time he'd ever be able to.

"Never," He mumbled against her skin, his lips brushing over the pulse point in her neck, "Never."

She swallowed hard, knowing he heard her, but she didn't care. Not being able to have him dove her fucking insane. She nodded and pulled away from him, knowing exactly what he meant, but before she could say anything his lips were on hers, stealing that kiss he'd been wanting for a few days. Her body instantly responded in ways she didn't like, wetness pooled between her thighs, her breathing tightened, she kissed him back just as hard.

He felt his dick harden a little, the taste of her always done that to him. As cliché as it sounds, sparks flew deep inside of him. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her so that she straddled his lap, crushing his lips up against hers. Her hips ground down against his, feeling everything – hip bones, the roughness of denim, and the sweet tent his bulge was making.

"We need to go," She mumbled against his lips, feeling his tongue swipe out over her bottom one.

He shook his head and patted the back of her thigh, "Yeah…we do."

"I…I'm sorry, Jon." She whispered, the thing she needed to tell him was nagging at the back of her throat, threatening to escape her lips. She felt if she talked too much, she'd let it slip and it wasn't something she wanted to talk about now.

He shook his head, "Don't be. We're…friends…and we need to remember that."

She quickly crawled off his lap, wanting so badly to stay, and grabbed her bags as he filed out the door behind her. She was embarrassed at herself and sense of lack of self-control around him, he could break her down any time he wanted too and he knew it. It's like he thrived from it, watching her squirm in the seat as they drove towards the school.

When the Impala hit the grounds of the school, the ground was covered with a thin layer of snow. He looked over and saw that, just like when he picked her up, the group of people were standing in the same spot. "Looks like Adam's awaited your return."

"Jon," She released a pent-up sigh, "Please don't start."

"His crush is cute." He joked, "He's…preppy."

"Yeah," She nodded and grinned, "He is, isn't he?"

And then he realized why he didn't like him, "He reminds me of David."

Her heart-felt like it stopped beating at Jon's confession and she looked at him like he was some sort of wild animal, "Why would you say that?"

He shook his head and laughed sarcastically, "I knew it."

"Knew what?" She instantly went into defensive mode, slapping those walls up ten feet high.

"Just…go. Have a great day, Delia." Jon stared at the steering wheel in disbelief. Adam wasn't the only one with a crush, Delia had one too. It was all clear to him now.

"You're fucking bipolar, Jon." Delia shook her head as she climbed out of the car, "One minute you want to fuck and now you're pissed off at me for a reason you won't even say?"

"I'm not going to argue with you. Just go. I'm going to leave." Jon shook his head.

"Doesn't surprise me," She scoffed and reached in the back for her bags, "You always leave when I need you the most."

"Stop lying," Jon shook his head, "And go. Just go be with your little friend, alright? Call me if you need anything."

"I need you, Jon." Delia shook her head, "You just don't seem to care."

He shook his head and smiled sadly, "You just fail to see it."

"What the fuck ever, Jon." She slammed the door shut and walked off. Jon sat and watched as she walked past the group of people, catching Adam's attention immediately. He grabbed some of Delia's bags and helped her up the stairs, confirming everything Jon had suspicion about. And it hurt.


Just want to say thanks to everyone who has reviewed! I love reading what you guys have to say. I've gotten the story written out completely and it's looking at like 26 chapters! Yikes! Never written one that long before. But, it'll only get better! Promise!