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"It's positive."
Connie's eyes flew open, and she grabbed the stick out of Livvie's hand. "That can't be possible!" She said, through tears. She looked at Livvie. "How can this happen?" She asked, but it was rhetorical. She rested her head on Livvie's shoulder as Livvie hugged her.
"It's gonna be okay," She soothed. "I'm right here." She promised, running her hand through her hair.
It was finally Friday and Adam had returned home for the weekend. He had not been home since school started and though he did not want to admit it, he really missed his home.
He walked into the huge living room to see his mother sitting on the sofa, reading the paper.
"Hey, mom," He greeted, as he walked over to her, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Hi, honey," She greeted, setting down the paper and looking up at her son. "How was school?"
"The same." He shrugged. A bruise on his mother's wrist caught his eye and he knelt in front of her, picking up the arm to examine it. "Mom, what happened?" He asked, worriedly.
She pulled her arm away from his grasped, and frowned. "Nothing, honey, I just hurt my arm playing tennis with Glenda." She told him.
"Are you sure?" He questioned.
She rolled her eyes, and smiled. "Yes, why would I have any reason to lie about a bruise, Adam?" He shrugged, and she smiled again. She changed the subject. "When is Anna coming over for dinner again? I feel like I haven't seen her in ages."
"Bombay!" Charlie said, with a huge grin, as he ran towards his former coach. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "I thought you weren't come back until Christmas?"
Gordon shrugged. "Ah, I thought I'd come check up on my Ducks, make sure you're all doing well."
"You could've done that over the phone." Charlie suggested, suspiciously.
"Charlie," Gordon sighed. "Can't you just be happy that I came to visit and leave it at that?" He questioned, with a raise of his eyebrow.
"Sure, sure." Charlie chuckled.
"So, how's the Captain doing?" Gordon questioned, as the two sat down in Charlie's living room.
Charlie shrugged. "Alright, I guess."
"What happened with Linda?" Gordon asked, knowing there was something wrong with him.
Charlie sighed. "I saw her kissing Rick Reilly."
"Reilly? Tom Reilly's son?" Charlie nodded. "What the heck is Linda doing with an ass like that?"
"Who knows?" Charlie shrugged, sadly.
Gordon sighed, sympathetically and put an arm on Charlie's shoulder. "Have you talked to her?" Charlie shook his head. "What the hell are you doing sitting here talking to me then? Go talk to her!"
Charlie shook his head. "I wouldn't even know what to say to her without losing my temper."
"Charlie, you have the right to be angry with her. What she did was not right." Gordon told him.
Charlie shrugged again, and sighed. "Whatever, when she wants to stop acting like a bitch I'll talk to her." He said. Gordon rolled his eyes as the doorbell rang. Charlie stood up. "That's probably my mom." He said, which sounded like a warning.
"Oh," Gordon said, as Charlie opened the door and let Casey in.
"Hi, sweetie." Casey greeted, kissing her son on the cheek. She froze when she turned and saw Gordon sitting on her couch. "Gordon!" She shouted, bringing her hand to her heart. "I thought we weren't expecting you 'til Christmas?"
He shrugged, standing up. "I came early, to check in with the Ducks."
She nodded. "Well, that was nice of you." The air was tense, and Charlie could feel the awkwardness. "Charlie, where's Anna? I'm going to get ready to cook dinner soon…" She said, never taking her eyes off Gordon.
Charlie shrugged. "Probably at skank practice," Casey shot him a look and he rolled his eyes. "Cheer practice." He corrected.
"Would you mind giving her a call, I want to know when she'll be back home." Charlie nodded, and left the room. "Why are you here, Gordon?" She questioned as soon as she made sure Charlie was out of earshot.
"I'm here to check up on the Ducks, like I said."
Casey raised an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest. "Well, Scott's going to be home any minute, and I don't think it would be very appropriate…"
Gordon raised his hands up. "Say no more, I'm gone." He said, as he headed for the door. "Tell Charlie I said goodbye, and that I'll see him soon."
Casey nodded, and with a slam of the door, Gordon was gone.
Connie and Livvie had decided to go to the doctor to make sure she was actually pregnant. Connie did not want to take any chances. She felt like she had been waiting in that white room for hours when it was merely minutes. Livvie held her hand tightly as they waited for the results.
The doctor finally came back in the room, and Connie grew nervous. She eyed the clipboard the doctor was carrying, which she assumed held her results. The doctor checked the clipboard and looked up at the two girls. "I'm hoping this is good news for you, considering your age," The doctor said, as she stared at Connie. "You aren't pregnant."
Connie gasped. "But the test?"
"Drugstore pregnancy tests are not always accurate, I'm glad you came to me to make sure," Connie nodded. "These types of things are very serious, Connie, I hope you are more careful next time."
Connie nodded quickly as her and Livvie walked to the door. "I will be." She mumbled as the two girls exited the room.
Connie hugged Livvie as soon as the two made it out of the clinic. "Thank you so much for being there for me, Livvie!" She said. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
Livvie smiled sweetly. "I'm just happy you're not pregnant." She said, as the two girls hugged again and headed back to the school.
Tammy walked over to Fulton's dorm with confidence. She was going to tell him how she felt about the whole situation whether he liked it or not. She didn't even care what he said to her, as long as he knew how she felt, that was all that mattered.
"Fult?" She whispered, knocking softly on the door.
He opened it quickly and sighed when he saw Tammy standing before him. "What do you want?"
She frowned, walking in the room, uninvited. "I just wanted to talk to you, about everything." She said, turning around to face him.
"Well, talk away," He said, coldly. "But nothing you say will make me any less hurt, or make me forgive you for what you did with Dean."
She nodded, understandingly. "I'm not here looking for forgiveness, Fulton," She informed him. "I just want you to know how I feel."
He sat down on the bed, while he watched her. She seemed nervous, and he almost believed that she was being sincere. "Fine, go ahead."
She played with her fingers before she found the courage to speak up. "What I did, with Dean… It was a mistake, a huge mistake, but I just… I thought I was never going to see you again, and Connie always told me how cute Dean was, and I was really drunk and I know that doesn't excuse what I did, but I didn't mean to hurt you…" She told him. "And of course you have a right to be mad, but it's not like we were together or anything. I always figured you liked me, but I didn't know you'd be this angry about it…"
"You didn't know I'd be this angry?" He questioned, baffled. "You didn't think I"d be angry, or hurt at the fact that my best friend and the girl I've been in love with since I was ten slept together behind my back?" He questioned, angrily.
"You're in love with me?" She asked, shocked.
"Was. I'm not anymore." He informed her.
She bit her lip and sat next to him. "I'm so sorry, Fulton," She said, trying her hardest not to cry. "I can't change what I did, but I'd do anything to make it up to you…" She said, but he didn't answer. "You know," She started. "I never forgot the time you beat up that guy for me," She said, smiling at the memory. "We barely knew each other, but you defended me, and that was really sweet of you." He rolled his eyes, knowing that she was trying to charm him into forgiving her. "Was that when you realized you loved me?"
He looked at her, her eyes were so blue at that moment, and her usual light blond hair had been darkened due to the sun giving her streaks that summer. He hadn't even really looked at her since she had returned, until now. "Yeah," He breathed. "It was."
She smiled. "We have a huge history, Fulton, you can't just forget that because of one stupid mistake I made." She told him, as she continued rubbing his shoulder. "You don't have to forgive me right away, but we can still try to make it work, can't we?"
He looked at her. "Can I even trust you after what you've done?"
"That's entirely up to you, Fulton." She said.
He nodded. "Did you really like it when I punched that guy out for you?" He asked, moving his face closer to hers.
She smiled, sweetly. "Yeah, I really did." She told him, as he planted his lips on hers.
Dean had been knocking on Julie's door for the past five minutes, but no one answered. He knew she was there, it was past curfew, and Julie never missed curfew.
"Jules!" He shouted through the door. "Please, just talk to me for five min-" He stopped himself when the door swung open.
"What the hell do you want?" The blond questioned, furiously. "Do you know that it's past curfew?" She questioned. "Why don't you leave me alone and go to bed?!" She shouted as Dean chuckled at her sudden outburst. "Great," She said, folding her arms over her chest. "Nice to see that you're laughing about this."
Dean became serious. "I'm sorry, Jules," He said. "Will you at least talk to me?"
"I don't have anything to say to you right now." She said, reaching for the door to close it.
Dean frowned. "Why the hell are you so pissed, anyway?" He questioned. "It's not like we were together when I slept with Tammy, and if anyone around here should be pissed, it's me. Especially after what you pulled on me last year with Scooter." He challenged.
She scowled. "You're seriously not over that yet, Dean?" He shook his head and she rolled her eyes. "That was a year ago. You're the one who left town like a little baby who can't handle anything!"
He shook his head. "Maybe I was tired of your push and pull games!" He shouted. "And maybe you really hurt me."
"Maybe I did, but that doesn't mean you should have left town!" She shouted back. "Maybe if you faced your problems instead of always running away from them, we wouldn't be in this position right now."
He shrugged. "Whatever, Jules." He said, as he walked away.
Julie sighed loudly and walked back into her room, shutting the door. She walked over to the phone, and began dialing.
"Adam! Hey, do you think you can come over to my dorm? I know its past curfew but I just… really need someone to talk to… Okay! See you in five."
"Who was that?"
Adam looked up at Anna who was sitting on his bed. "Just Jules." He said, as he walked over to the door.
"Where are you going?" She asked. "I thought we were going to watch Love & Basketball!" She whined.
He shook his head. "Julie said she needs to talk," He said, hating the disappointed look on Anna's face. "Its past curfew anyway, you should go to bed."
She pouted, and folded her arms over her chest as she stood up to leave the room. Before she could make it to the door, Adam grabbed her elbow and pulled her close to him, gently kissing her on the lips. "I love you." He said, with a promising smile.
"Whatever," She shrugged. "Have fun with Julie." She said with an eye roll, as he kissed her again.
She walked out of the room and into the halls, hoping no one would notice her. As she made her way back to her dorm she noticed a few of her "friends", if you could even consider them that, sitting in the hallway, whispering.
"Hey, guys." She greeted, as she walked over towards them. "What's going on?"
"Well!" One of the girls started. "We heard that Dean Portman just left Julie's dorm after a huge fight! He called her a bitch and everything."
Anna raised an eyebrow. She didn't know Dean that well, but she knew him well enough to know that he was respectful towards girls, especially the ones who he was in love with. "You sure about that?" She questioned.
"Yup!" The girl responded happily, as her phone rang. "Ou, text message!" She cooed happily, and Anna just rolled her eyes, getting ready to leave again. "Oh my God!" She shouted. "Anna, you're so not gonna like this one."
Anna became curious. "What is it?" She asked.
"Tiffany, you know, the one that's best friends with Jenna, who lives across from Julie's room?" Anna nodded. "Well, Tiff just told me she's at Jenna's now, and they saw Adam going into Julie's dorm!"
Anna nodded. "I know, I was just with him. He said she needed someone to talk to." She said, trying not to show how jealous she actually was that he had ditched her for Julie. She didn't even know they were close friends until today.
"That's not all!" The girl shouted, excitedly. "She said he even hugged her and kissed her cheek!" Anna's eyes widened and she gasped.
"You're kidding!" She said, grabbing the phone to re-read the text message.
"What are you gonna do about it, Annie?" One of the other girls asked, excitedly.
Anna frowned, thinking for a moment and then grinned mischievously. "Well, I've got a little dirt on the Kitty Cat myself." She said, with a wink.
The girls gasped. "Do tell!" They begged. Anna nodded and whispered in their ears. "No way!" They squealed. "I knew that new girl was a slut! Damn, she's gonna cause a lot of trouble around here! Poor Julie… not!"
Anna smiled, devilishly as her friends began over exaggerating her story, as she knew they would, and she watched as they called and texted everyone they knew with this new information.
She stood up and smiled, accomplished. She had now just killed two birds with one stone.
