A/N: So….yeah. This chapter is somewhat shitty and I've learned never to write while there is a blaring TV and family next to you xP

So yeah. DRAMA. And Will is sort of…well, I can't think of any other word but horny, if you will. xP For Steph who missed fucking Will and his fucking hair so much *heart*

So yeah. Betrayal and hormones and babies and lots and lots of uses of the word 'fuck' by a certain nameless girl and a saint.

And PS, the whole Will scene and crap will make MUCH more sense in the next chapter!

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Walking down the hallways never seemed so dangerous for Whatsername. People were glaring right at her, staring her down like they were trying to kill her with their eyes. She just kept walking… She found herself at her locker entering the combination a least ten times before satisfying the stubborn lock. She could still hear the snickering voices, but what she didn't notice was the body that had slid behind her.

"Hey there, Whatsername…" the voice crooned, using that old nickname she hated so much. Almost as much as the person who gave it to her. Jimmy. It was Jimmy. He leaned against the locker next to hers, the biggest smirk on his face. "So how are you, babe?"

"Go away…" she hissed at him, throwing him a glare of her own.

"So you know," he spoke up, completely ignoring her. "We're reading The Scarlet Letter in English…. It's about a little whore who got herself pregnant… Sound familiar?"

She slammed her locker shut, glaring even more, feeling a million things at once. "How do you know about that?"

"So it is true…"

"How did you find out?"

"Let's just say…a little bird told me." He gave her one last cruel wink and walked away.

Why did he hate her so much? He hated her because she wouldn't put out. He hated her because he felt she was 'too clingy.' He hated her because he said she never understood him. They used to be best friends. They used to be in love. She scoffed to herself as the idea of Jimmy actually feeling love, not lust, towards another living, breathing human being crossed her mind. He could never get back to that…he was never shown love himself. She felt a small pang of guilt fly through her for treating him so badly…

But then she remembered what he did to her. Cheating on her too many times to count, almost forcing her to sleep with him, spreading her secret around the school. She couldn't stand to be around him anymore. And he wasn't planning on leaving her alone. Why would he make such a big deal out of her pregnancy? Was it because she put out for someone else and not him? Or was he trying to Johnny away from her? They'd been spending a dangerous amount of time together. She was getting worried.

"Hey, hun…what's up?"

She snapped out of her little moment, only to realize that in front of her was Christina, smiling comfortingly.

But she was too furious to notice anything else. "How could you?"

"What do you mean?" Christina asked, not entirely sure what she was talking about.

"You told him!"

"Who?" Now she knew…she was busted, this was it.

"Jimmy!"

"I didn't tell him…directly."

Whatsername just glared at her angrily. "What does that mean?"

The other girl stuttered for the right words. "I told Johnny. He must've-!"

"YOU TOLD HIM?"

"Y-Yes, but-!"

"Why the fuck would you do that? I trusted you! You promised!"

"You don't understand! He's cheating on you!"

Everything just…stopped. The look in Whatsername's eyes was pitiful. No…he couldn't have… She needed him. Especially now. Who would help her raise her baby? She would be…alone.

"N-No…no. He couldn't…"

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart…" Christina whispered, trying to console her friend as best she could.

"B-But…" the other girl sobbed. "Who? Who was he cheating with?"

This was the part Christina was terrified to reveal. "Don't freak out too much…" she warned. "But, um, Johnny's cheating on you…with Jimmy. Every day after school, under the bleachers at the football field."

Whatsername's sobs just increased even more. She was lied to. He told her nothing would happen. He told her he loved her. How could he love her? Jimmy…why did it have to be Jimmy?

Johnny was gay. She was a bit pissed. No. She was really pissed. Did he even love her to begin with? Was he just using her to pose in public? But worst of all, she let herself be used like this. It was mostly her fault for thinking that someone actually loved her. She let herself be deceived.

"Are you ok?"

She just shook her head and whispered, "No…"

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I said no."

Christina just nodded and backed off a bit. "Ok…come on. You should get to class."

"Fine…" She sighed, just walking defeatedly with her friend, hoping the rest of her day would be better…

But it wasn't.

Gym class was just one thing Heather never enjoyed. She wasn't the athletic type. She was a cheerleader. She'd much rather be sitting on the sides than in the game itself. She was the last one in the girl's locker room. Everyone else had left for the day, but she took her time.

She just gathered her regular clothes, attempting to change into them as fast as possible. She was in the middle of taking her shirt off when suddenly the door to the locker room flew open. She just gasped and tugged it off, attempting to cover herself. Then she got a good look at the intruder…..it was Will, his leg still in a brace.

"Goddammit, Will!" she shouted, hitting him with her shirt. "You scared me! Why are you even in here?"

"I'm sorry! Really!" he apologized quickly, trying not to stare at her breasts, right there in the open. The only thing separating the two was that goddamned bra that Will wanted so badly to disappear. "I was trying to find you outside and…um…you weren't…"

She rolled her eyes and scolded him. "If I put a shirt on, will you please just get to the point?"

"Yeah…that would be great…" but what he really wanted to say was 'No. You're fine like this.'

He watched as she grabbed the tight, blue garment, pulling it over head and watching it snuggly fit across her chest. Brushing her hair out of her face, she turned back to him and smiled. "Now…you were saying?"

"I, uh, was trying to find you outside, but you didn't show, so I figured you were still in here."

"Why were you trying to find me?"

"I have to ask you something…" He admitted, tapping his fingers against his side, a nervous habit of his.

She moved in closer to him, cornering him against the wall of lockers. "You don't have to be nervous, Will… It's just me."

"I know and…you're not really helping."

"Oh, am I?" Her lips were about half a centimeter from his, she was pushing against him so much.

"Will you go to the dance with me?" He just blurted, causing her to back up.

"What? That's what you wanted to ask?"

"Yes…."

She kissed his lips quickly and whispered, "Ok, then. Let's go."

She could tell that he was purely ecstatic. "You mean it?"

She smiled and brushed his bangs out of his face gently. "Of course I mean it."

He threw his arms around her, pulling her closer and kissing her right on the lips. He really loved her. He wasn't even completely sure why he was so infatuated with her. But he was. He still couldn't believe that she was his, the cheerleader, one of the most popular girls in school. Why would she even be interested?

But he didn't care. He had her anyway. He just kept kissing her and kissing her. He never wanted to stop. The kiss got even more heated, his hands wandering down the rest of her body. They found themselves resting on her perfect thighs. Her legs…they always did it for him. Without a doubt, the sexiest thing he'd ever seen in his life. Just the thought of those legs wrapping themselves around him, pulling him in closer than he even imagined… He could feel that sensual, tingly sensation filling his body as he kissed her even harder. And she seemed to know what he wanted…He wanted her so badly…

"Stop…" she mumbled, pulling away from him suddenly.

"What, babe?" he muttered almost breathlessly, trying to pull her in again.

"Just… I don't want to, you know, doanything right now."

He gave her a confused sort of look. "Why?"

"You haven't heard?" She asked, watching him shake his head. She leaned in closer to him and whispered, "Everyone's talking about how Johnny got his girl pregnant…"

He just backed away almost immediately. "What?"

"Yeah… He knocked her up…" She carefully admitted. "And if it could happen to her, it could happen to me. So we might as well take the safe route for a bit."

He had to admit that he was sort of bummed out. He was just feeling well enough, and his teenaged boy hormones were telling him to go. But he loved her and he respected her wishes, so he would back off until she felt ready. But, God, why did it have to be Johnny? The poor guy has sex one time and gets his girlfriend pregnant? Will felt just awful for him. He knew his friend was going to be having some tough times ahead of him and he wanted to be there, he wanted to help. But how could he possibly do that?

"Will?" She asked, trying to get his attention back to her.

"Sorry…" he apologized quietly, probably finding himself just as worried as Johnny was. This seemed to be a subject that hit home with him. His parents were the teenage couple who misbehaved in high school, got pregnant, and had him.

"Oh, sweetie, I know what you're thinking about…" she said, breaking the silence. He had told her all about his home life when she would come to visit him while he was still in the hospital. She seemed like the only person he could ever truly talk to.

"Well, I don't want to think about it anymore…" He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her shoulder, longing to be comforted by the girl he loved so much.

"I know, honey, I know…" she whispered to him, rubbing her hand up and down his back. He was in one of his depressive moods. No one had ever really noticed Will's slightly manic depressive behavior before, except for her.

"Can we just go?" He whispered, barely audible.

She nodded and kissed his forehead. "Yeah…c'mon, babe…"

And although it didn't seem like it now, but deep inside he never felt so lucky to have someone like her there for him at times like this. And to her, she felt exactly the same.

Johnny, after some force from Jimmy, found himself under the bleachers again after school. He hadn't been able to get Whatsername off of his mind since he heard the news. Jimmy tried everything to get his normal, eccentric boyfriend back. He threw drug after drug at him last night, he even took the risk of getting caught and slept with him last night. Nothing.

Only God knew how bad he wanted to fuck that girl's life up for ruining his boyfriend's everything. Johnny didn't deserve that bitch. She was always a bitch. Even when they were together. Half the time, he wasn't even sure why he hated her so much. Maybe it was because she wouldn't give in to him and then she broke up with him. It didn't work that way. Jimmy did the breaking up. Not the bitch.

Johnny just sat there emotionlessly, staring out into the distance. He didn't want to look at Jimmy or anything else for that matter. "What am I gonna do?" he asked quietly.

"Stop worrying about it…" Jimmy told him again for the umpteenth time, pulling him closer to himself.

"I can't just stop worrying." The other boy protested. "I'm going to be a father, Jimmy…" Jimmy just sighed and rested his head on Johnny's shoulder "I know…" Johnny sighed. "I love you. And I want you. But…it's my child. I have to take care of my child…"

"No, I understand completely." The other boy admitted carefully. "Please be there for the kid. Don't be like my father. Please…"

"I won't… I promise." He smiled, kissing the top of the boy's head.

"I never did tell you about my past…"

"Do you want to?"

Jimmy took a moment to think. Of course he wanted to get it off his chest, he felt so comfortable telling anything to Johnny… But he didn't want to bombard him with any more stress or sob stories… He had his own shit to worry about.

"I…I just…"

"Hey…" Johnny assured him, kissing him again. "It's ok. Don't worry about it…"

Jimmy just gave into his desire, pulling the boy in again and kissing him harder. He wanted this moment to last forever… "I love you… I don't want you to leave me…"

"Jimmy…I-"

"JOHNNY!" a shrill, angry voice screamed from behind them. They both knew that voice. Whatsername.

Johnny panicked. He didn't know what else to do. She found them. And now… oh God, they were busted.

"R-Rebecca…." He stuttered, trying not to look the girl in the eyes. "I-I can explain…"

"You know what, you fucking bastard?" she shouted at him, pulling him up from the ground. "You lied to me!"

"I-I didn't!" The terrified boy shouted back at her.

"You told me you fucking loved me! Did you?" She was crying by now, still pissed off at him. "Goddammit, did you love me?"

"Just leave him the fuck alone, Whatsername!" Jimmy intervened, getting up off the ground, pulling Johnny out of her grasp.

"You fucking stay out of this!" She screamed at him. "You've done enough!"

"I think you've done enough." He growled at her, threateningly moving in closer to her. "Look what you've reduced him to!"

"JUST STOP!" Johnny interrupted, reaching his breaking point. "BOTH OF YOU!"

The two rivals just glared at each other, not even bothering to look at Johnny. The silence between the three of them was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Whatsername threw her glare to Johnny and hissed at him, "I'm done with you. Don't bother talking to me anymore. I don't want you in my baby's life."

"B-But, it's-!"

"I don't even know you anymore. Get out of my life."

His breathing shallowed, shaking his head, darting in the opposite direction. Jimmy sighed and threw his sharp, angry glare like daggers right at her. "You better be fucking happy." He backed her up against one of the poles under the bleachers, his hand grabbing her chin, forcing her to look right at him. "You try to hurt him again, and I'll kill you. You leave him the fuck alone."

He roughly let her go, following exactly in Johnny's footsteps. She just slid down the pole, broken and hurt inside, sobbing, still refusing to believe this was all happening to her.

But it was.

A/N: Wow…I sure have been using my swears generously…

I hope colleges don't track Twitters like they track Facebooks or else I'm effin screwed xP

Butterflies: *scurry to erase every profanity used in the story above by white-outing them*

Jimmy: You know, that's kind of pointless considering that I can just say more now. Fuck.

Butterflies: *white-out*

Jimmy: FUCKING FUCK!

Butterflies: *white-out faster*

Jimmy: FUCK THAT FUCKINGFUCK FUCKING-!

Butterflies: *explode*

Jimmy: hahahaha….

Hey Twinsie, when we made these butterflies, we made them indestructible…right?

xP

I have no clue WHAT that was.

Random shout out to my sisters who really aren't my sisters at all. You guys know who you are. xD

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