Chapter 10:

Danny POV-

The next day at school, I was at my locker, casually putting away some text books before my next class, when I felt someone lean against the locker next to me. I thought it was Sam, because this as something that she frequently does, but when I closed my locker, I saw someone else in her place.

Paulina.

'You have got to be kidding me!'

"What do you want Paulina?" I asked, bored, walking away towards my next class.

She laughed in an obviously fake way, "You, silly!"

Wow, I had been kidding when I considered that she might actually ask me that, but I never thought it would actually happen.

"Not interested, Paulina, besides, you know I'm with Sam," I told her with zero inflection in my voice.

"Oh please," she tried to place her hand seductively on my arm, "That gloomy bitch? We both know you like me. Everybody likes me," I removed her hand.

"Listen, Paulina, the answer is no. We both only know that you would be using me because Phantom would not sleep with you and you need to get pregnant some other way with someone not high up in the social system. But, more than that, I am with SAM and no amount of you being a slut is going to change that," I told her, walking away without giving her a chance to respond.

I pity the poor guy who actually does wind up with all that crazy, and the poor kid stuck in the middle.

"I think you handled that well," I heard a voice, and turned to see Sam casually leaning around the corner, where she had been eavesdropping on the confrontation I had with Paulina.

"Thanks," I grinned at her.

"I do feel sorry for the poor guy that says yes, though," she laughed, "And if she does get pregnant, yeesh, poor kid."

"Haha, you read my mind," I laughed walking with her to our next classes.

Sam POV-

Yes, I had been eavesdropping…but I honestly wanted to see how Danny would handle this. I wanted to know if…any of his old feelings for her were still there.

Well, I have definitely been reassured.

He didn't have an ounce of regret or desire in his voice when he spoke to her, and, I definitely felt smug when he told her off.

I was definitely hoping that Paulina actually wouldn't go through with it. I mean, think about it. She wouldn't have the depth or compassion to actually care for a child, and would probably end up pawning the kid off on one of her nannies.

Hmm…that actually sounded…familiar.

I sighed. My childhood is not something I would wish upon anyone, even my worst enemy's child.

But, if that does happen, there is some satisfaction in the fact that Paulina may get a rebellious, Goth, as a child.

But then again, her child would be in school with my kids, and, um, no.

After school, Danny walked me home. Thankfully, I am not sick anymore, but, I still dizzy easily, so Danny insisted on walking me up the front steps.

"Thanks, Danny," I smiled at him, giving him a kiss, "See you later."

"Okay, Bye Sam," he smiled back at me.

I went inside. My parents, as usual, were not home yet, so I had free reign of the house. I grabbed a buttered cinnamon bagel from the pantry and a jar of pickles from the fridge. Yeah, maybe that's a weird craving combination, but, I'm pregnant, I don't care.

I went into my room, and suddenly feeling very, very warm, I took off my sweatshirt, changing into one of my older t-shirts, which was also much smaller, riding up right over my belly, which, was definitely showing.

I had a large amount of money in my account now, which I would definitely need when my parents found out and ultimately cut me off. I had been saving up my allowance of 500, dollars a week (yes, I know it's a lot. But my mom continues to think that if she gives me enough money for expensive designer clothes, that I will buy them) since I turned 12, and, in the past week, I bumped up the amount from 500 dollars to 25,000 dollars (doesn't that just say that my parents have too much money if they haven't realized that $175,000 dollars has gone missing in the past week), so now, I estimated that I have a little under $305,000.

"Samantha!" I heard my mom call, only a few steps outside of my room, and then, without bothering to knock, she barged in.

"Mom!" I exclaimed, in outrage, standing up to face her.

"Samantha, I just wanted to…" she trailed off, looking me over judgmentally.

'Shit!' I realized in panic, I had forgotten I was wearing this shirt. My mom's eyes flashed in anger.

"Samantha! What have you done!" she crossed her arms.

"I—I—uh," I had no idea how to respond to that. Eight years of rebellion and talking back, and I had no idea how to answer her.

"Well, this is not going to do, young lady. Ugh, just wait until your father hears about this. Jeremy! Come upstairs!" she called my dad, "Was it that Danny boy? I knew he was a bad influence. You will never be speaking to him again!" she ordered. Wow, I'm pretty sure that is the most words my mom has ever said to me at once.

"What? What is it?" my father asked, coming into my room.

"Look what your daughter has done!" she gestured to my body with a look of distaste. My dad, looked me over for a few seconds, and then, he understood, his scowl deepening with rage.

"Samantha? Did you…?" he asked in shock.

"Yes. She did. Now, come on. Put something else on Samantha, we're leaving," my mom ordered.

"What? Where are we going?" I asked.

"To the abortion clinic. Right now. Oh, I hope they haven't closed yet," she looked anxiously at her watch.

"What!? Mom, no!" I exclaimed.

"There will be no arguments about this, Samantha; this is a consequence of your mistakes. We are getting that thing out of you this instant. Do you have any idea, how what you've done will affect your father and I? Think of the scandal!" she announced in horror.

"It's not a thing! It's a baby, two actually! Your grandchildren!" I screeched angrily.

My mom scoffed, "Listen to me, young lady. We do not have any grandchildren, because this is going to be taken care of now. You are sixteen and this is absolutely a disgrace."

"No." I stated simply, crossing my arms and planting my feet.

"Then you can consider yourself no longer a part of this family. Pack your things and get out," my dad spoke up. This surprised me. He usually takes my side, but his time, he seemed absolutely serious. My mom smirked in obvious agreement with my father's ultimatum, assuming that I would give in right now and go with them.

"Fine," I said. Grabbing my purple suitcase from my closet and started throwing things into it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad's solid expression crumble a little, when he realized that I was actually leaving. My mom merely nodded, leaving the room without even saying goodbye. My dad gave me one last pained look before following after her.

Once I had packed my stuff, I went to the hall closet and pulled out some of the expensive things that my mother won't miss, putting them in my bag to sell later, then, I went down the stairs. The housekeepers had lined up as a sort of farewell, waving goodbye sadly to me and muttering "adios" and "pobre hija." I hugged them and thanked them and said goodbye in broken Spanish. But they got the message, and their eyes teared up. Isn't funny how these women feel more emotion for my leaving than my own mother does?

I will never be to my kids what my mother was to me.

I waved one final goodbye, and closed the front door behind me, then I pulled out my cellphone and called Danny.

"Hello?" he answered on the first ring.

"Danny," my voice caught more than I meant it to, and I cleared my throat, "My parents just kicked me out. It's time."