Rachel couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. When the bell rang to signal last lesson Rachel let out a sigh of relief. Not long to go now, she thought.

As she sat in her office, there was a quiet knock on the door. It creaked open and Chris walked in. He smiled, walking slowly towards her. Rachel looked into his eyes, Chris stopped walking.

"What?" he asked, slightly confused. Rachel just shook her head.

Chris frowned at her. "What's up?" he asked. Rachel cocked her head and looked at him intently. She took a deep breath, and finally spoke.

"I have to talk to you," she said calmly. Chris looked worried. He shut the office door and sat down in front of Rachel's desk.

"What's going on?" Chris asked. He sounded worried and confused.

"I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to come out and say it." Rachel told him. Chris nodded. His eyes fixed on her left ear. He was scared to look her in the eye.

He had been expecting this. He knew it was too good to last. She was going to end it. How could she do this to him? After everything they went through with Max and Kim and just everything. He didn't understand.

Rachel took another deep breath and tried to catch his eye. He wouldn't look at her so she fixed her eyes on a spot just to the side of his face. Both of them were worried about what was about to be said.

"Look, Chris. That night, at the end of last term, it was great, it really was. But now we are left with the consequences." Rachel paused.

Chris looked slightly hurt. The consequences? Ok, the night had been amazing. He had seen a side of her that he had never seen before, and he liked it, a lot.

But the consequences?

There weren't any consequences. Nobody had found out. Nobody would have even cared. Maybe they can be in a proper relationship, like he has always wanted. Chris found it hard to call these consequences. These were good things, surely?

"Listen, I know this is going to be hard to take, but you have the right to know."

Now Chris was confused. The right to know? The right to know she was ending it? That didn't make sense.

"I'm… I'm… sorry." Rachel stammered. "We…we used… protection. We were…we were…careful. Now…now I'm…I'm…" Rachel couldn't finish her sentence. She burst into tears, pulling her chair backwards so Chris couldn't comfort her. She had struggled to get the words out for several minutes and it looked like Chris hadn't even heard.

Then his face changed. A look of complete shock took over his face. A minute later that look changed to happiness. Rachel was confused. Through her tear-filled eyes, she could see Chris smiling. Was he happy she was pregnant? She definitely wasn't.

"I don't want to keep it." Rachel told him. "I can't deal with a baby."

Chris looked at her. "I don't care."

Rachel looked shocked. "What do you mean you don't care?"

"I don't care that you are pregnant. I'm just happy that you're not breaking up with me." Chris said, beaming.

Rachel looked outraged. "Its your child. You don't care about your own bloody child?" Rachel began to raise her voice. "I'm pregnant. It's your fault. All you care about is the fact that I didn't end it with you?" Rachel's face showed a mixture of emotions. "You are a selfish, disgusting, retarded excuse for a human. Now its over."

Chris looked upset. "You're… you're ending it? Because I don't care about a child you don't even want to keep?" Chris was slightly confused.

"You should care. It is still your child and therefore partly your responsibility. You can't just care about yourself. I thought you were better than that."

Chris still looked hurt. "I don't just care about myself. Besides, it took two of us to create that child. I don't see why you are making such a fuss. When we were doing it you seemed perfectly happy."

"I only did it with you because I was depressed. I felt alone and you wanted me. I thought it was nice. We were never going to be serious. We were friends. I didn't want to hurt you. I can see that you don't feel the same way." Rachel told him angrily. "Just leave Chris."

Chris immediately got to feet. Glaring, slightly hurt and upset, at Rachel he left her office slamming the door behind him.

Rachel put her head in her hands. Tears fell slowly down her face. What was she going to do now?"