Chapter 10-

Oh SHIT!

Thx 4 tking me 2 the dr. office.

Send.

I waited patiently, soon hearing the same ring tone that has gone off in class before. I smirked, reaching in my pocket.

We're in the same car, you shit-head.

"You suck all the fun out of everything, you know that?"

Alex sighed as he reached a stop light. The dark tint on his windows made me question if he could actually see. But, I had to admit, it was pretty awesome. A black Camaro SS- one I had been saving up for- with chrome wheels and the loudest bass I had ever heard. I could just imagine keying it- the noise, the rip in it. I shook that thought away, thinking about trouble and where it got me. At least try to stay out of it.

As the car took off again, Alex grunted. "Listen, I'm being kind driving you to this place. So can you stop with the rude comments?" This dude was cool, but man, was he strict. He followed rules, but whenever he could break them, he did. It made no sense to me how a guy who never took his eyes off the road and had never once drank or smoked was the same guy who had helped me get out of trouble by lying to the teacher.

"It's called carpooling- two people going to the same place, same car- less air pollution. See? I'm a good guy." I leaned back in my seat, comfortably sitting my hands behind my Mohawk. "I care about the world."

"You care about yourself." He spat, but his face had a smile on it. "You would have asked me to drive you even if I wasn't going in the first place."

I gritted my teeth. "That's because my car is in the shop, and all that's left to drive is my Dad's."

"Why can't you drive his?"

"Because it's a freakin' cop car!" I said, looking at him like he had just lost his mind. "It would look like I was some crook trying to escape. Anyway, I would never drive that car." Alex threw me a glance. I shrugged. "I don't want my ass sitting where my Dad's has been."

He rolled his eyes, and then glanced out of the car window quickly. "We're here."

I unlocked the door quickly, before he even had a chance to get out, and took a look at the building. It made me sick just looking at it- the windows we're a cloudy type of clear, the paint peeling of the side of the building. "This place is a load of shit," I mused quietly.

"It's the best place in town. And it's way better than the other one. You don't wanna go to Northern. That place is rank." He went straight towards the automatic door, and I was reluctant to follow.

On the inside, the hospital didn't look so bad. A large waiting room, a TV on the wall, health packets with pictures of people smiling and laughing, with titles like 'Healthy Life' and 'Good Living', with some lady (who I suspected was a nurse) at the marble counter that had her back turned.

I gulped a bit. There were reasons I didn't like this place. It was a hospital and a doctor's office. Doctor's offices should be small, and this place wasn't. Also- bad things happened here. People died or worse- some got a… "Dude, do they give vasectomies here?" I whispered to Alex shakily.

Alex grinned, as he chuckled a bit. "You're so stupid Duncan. At the worst, you'll get a shot." I looked at him, eyes wide- how the hell was that meant to steady me. Just don't think about needles. Forget needles. Think about fire. Fire. So relaxing.

He walked over to the counter, as I walked rather erratically and unsteadily behind him.

Gesturing to the woman at the counter, he looked at me, as if a warning. "If you thought Courtney was strict, wait until you meet her mom." He looked at me like a mother telling her three year old to be on his best behavior. I rolled my eyes and snorted, causing the woman to turn.

Damn! She looked just like Courtney, only in scrubs and… a whole lot bigger. I prayed to god that she was pregnant. There was no way that the girl who was beginning to grow on me would be that big one day. "Hey, Mrs. Meeks. How's the baby?" I smiled relived over at Alex, who gave me a strange and questioning look.

"He's doing very well, Alex. It's so nice to see you!" She looked at him happily, as if he were a baby. I hated that. It made you feel so uncomfortable.

She turned to me, and her smile left. She looked at me disappointedly, as if expecting more. "You're Duncan?" She handed me a clip board with a pen attached to it and a few papers.

I rolled my eyes. This was Courtney's mom, for sure. "Yeah, that's me." As I picked up the clipboard, I tried to say it as nice as I could, but apparently, I failed. I wasn't good at faking anything. I could only be sarcastic.

Something was different about Courtney and her mom. When Courtney looked at me, she looked at me like she could help me, like I was clay, ready to be molded. When her mom looked at me, however, she threw me a look that said 'my bologna sandwich is smarter than you'. It was really intimidating. "Alright, I'll call you up in a few minutes." She turned back to her computer, and I just knew what she was thinking- My daughter hangs out with that guy?

Alex and I went to sit back in the waiting room chairs. I looked at him weirdly. "What's her damage?"

Alex sighed. "For one, she's pregnant, which means mood swings." He looked around as to check if anyone was listening. "And, I mean, Duncan, what did you expect? For her to love you? Ever looked in the mirror? You're not exactly parent-friendly."

This was true. Most adults didn't like me. But from one glance? Shallow much? "Don't get on her about it. It's not like she's wrong. You aren't exactly a good influence." I smirked.

"You know it." I sat there and as Alex got up, I frowned. "Where you going?"

Alex scoffed. "You think I'm gonna be in a hospital when I don't have to? I'll be back in like, an hour and a half." He laughed as my facial expression went blank. "What? Is little Duncan scared?"

I stuttered. "I-I could kick your ass." I hated it when I stuttered. It always happened when I was thrown off guard.

"Mr. Malone!" Courtney's mother called. "We can take you back here." She waved me over, her face still full of distaste.

I looked to Alex, who was walking towards the exit. "That's my cue to leave. I'll be back, OK?" For some reason, I started feeling the same way I felt when my mom would drop me off in grade school. I don't want you to go, mommy!

I nodded weakly at Alex, and started towards the woman who looked like she wanted to rip me to shreds.

The Novelty Called Love

I followed Courtney's mom to the back of the doctor's office. There weren't that many people in the other rooms. "Where is everyone?" I asked.

Mrs. Meeks shrugged. "Apparently over in the Emergency wing. They left me behind for the next hour. Said I had to keep an eye on things. It's good you showed up, I was beginning to get bored to death." She ushered me inside one of the tiny rooms.

Again, like I said before, I HATE doctors' offices. I do. They disgust me, with all their needles and tongue depressors. Everything was cold and stiff and so straight and organized. Just how I didn't like it.

Courtney's Mom began doing the regular procedures, feeling my pulse, looking in my ears and eyes with that really little looking flashlight, writing down things on the folder beside her every now and then. Duncan, this is going on your permeate record!

She then sat in that little spinney doctors chair. I used to spin in those things all the time. Then the doctor would come in and look at me with a cold stare. My mom would pull me back when I stuck my tongue out the doctor. "So," Mrs. Meeks began, "What's going on with us today?"

I clicked my tongue. "Well, I've been feeling really sick to my stomach. I think it might have been food poisoning, but… I don't know. I've been feeling like I have to vomit. And, uh, I've a lot of cramps."

"Well," Courtney's Mom looked at the folder again, shutting it slowly. "I know exactly what's wrong with you."

I nodded my head. "Is it a virus or something."

"No, you're pregnant." She said to me seriously, but then she started cracking up laughing. It was a bit awkward, so I tried to laugh a little too, but then she suddenly stopped.

She then looked at me. Like she stared at me for a long time. "Um… Mrs. Meeks?" I saw her start to blink rapidly. "Are you OK?"

She looked at me with a crazy look in her eye. "Duncan?"

"Yeah?" I said, nervous. I was getting kinda scared.

"I…" She trailed off. "My water just broke."

I felt the blood rush up to my face. "Oh hell no."

A/N: So…

I'm so sorry! I am so sorry! There is no way to express how sad I am for not updating this for more than a year! UGH! I'm pretty sure no one even cares about this story anymore. I'm so mad at myself.

I don't why I didn't update, but I am furiously sorry! I guess I was just… working on other stories. Which was wrong of me. I didn't even care about my first story. Which is sad.

So… if I actually do have ANY readers left, I thank you so much for reading. SO much.

You readers mean the world for me and there is no way I can be excused from this. I'm to blame, and I'm SO sorry.

Thank you for reading… and I SUCK! But you, my readers, deserve better. I'll try.

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