I was kicked out of school. That's right. Me. Me. Kicked out of school! I'm the top student there. Their reason.

"You supported the fight."

I supported shit! I can't believe this! I really can't! I stomped out of school, calling a taxi. Not bothering to go trudging home in the rain. I got in, and thought all the way home. I payed the driver and went inside. My phone rang.

Jesse. It said. Shit!

"Hello?"

"Sky, where are you?"

"I'm at home."

"Why are you at home!"

"They expelled me." a frown on my face forming.

"What!"

"I know right!" Just then a knock came at my door. "Hang on Jesse, I gotta answer the door." I hung up on him, heading for the door. I opened it up to see Jack standing at my doorstep.

"Jack?"

"Schuyler, what are you doing home?"

"I was expelled from school." His face was in pure shock.

"You got expelled!" he came in. "For what?"

"Supporting the fight."

"Wow."

"Yup."

"Schuyler."

"Yes Jack."

"You're making a huge mistake." he said, grabbing my arms. I tried shoving him off, but he wouldn't let go.

"Jack, what are you talking about?"

"Schuyler, if you bond with him, I will kill him."

"Uh, no, you won't!"

"Oh yes, I will." my anger was starting to build up.

"You wouldn't!"

"Yes I would Schuyler, yes I would."

"Get out!" I screamed, yanking my arms free. "Get out of my house!"

"Sky."

"GET OUT!" he slowly walked out, and was about to turn back when I slammed the door on his face. I took a deep breathe and walked upstairs to my beloved shower. I washed off all my worries, and tried to forget Jack. Jack was gone. He wasn't bad, he just loved me. Too much. Jesse was mine. Always would be. I was about to get out when a pang ran through me. I ran out of the shower to the toilet, where I puked my guts up. Ew! Chunks of stuff you couldn't imagine were in my stomach. Last nights chili was in there, the chunks blending with this mornings Pop Tart. There was some blood there and I could still feel the acid eating my throat away. I looked in the toilet, getting sick again, and puked on the puke. The chunks mixed with the other chunks, snot from my throat coating it all. I flushed the toilet, sighing. Gross. I got back in the shower to rinse of the throw up on my chest and mouth.

When I was finished I got into my pjs and crawled under a blanket on the couch. I turned on the T.V. Just then I heard Jesse walk in, muttering to himself as he put his bag down. Nervous I walk towards him.

"Hey babe." he says, kissing my cheek.

I was about to speak before the phone rang. I ran to get it.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hi, is this Miss Van Allen?"

"Why yes it is. Who is this?"

Beeeeeeeep.

Huh?

Ring ring ring ring! I picked up the phone.

"Hi, is this Mrs. Van Allen?"

"Uh, no. This is her daughter Schuyler."

"Hello, is your mother home?" the man asked.

"My mother is in a coma."

"Oh, is there any other adults I can speak to?"

"My fiancee, Jesse is here." I said remembering Jesse turned 18 couple months ago.

"Excellent, may I please speak with him?"

"Of course." knowing he heard everything I handed him the phone.

"Hello?" he said, making his voice deeper.

"Dad?" Pause.

"What are you-?" Pause.

"I understand but-" Pause.

"Oh, oh I see." Pause.

"Bye Papi." Pause.

"Bye." he hang up, and put the phone back on the cradle.

"Was that your dad?"

"Yeah, he's coming to visit this Saturday."

"What?" I asked sternly.

"Yeah. Now, uh, what were you gonna say?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

A frown formed on his face as I headed upstairs. I didn't want to say it, I wasn't even sure, it would be bad if it wasn't true. I could just have the stomach flu or something.

***

After Jesse went to his temporary job, wanting to spend the time doing something, if not school then work. See, he was suspended, but only for 3 weeks, and I knew he would be bored easily, so I had convinced him to get a job.

After he had left I waited an hour then went to see the doctor, feeling it would be a little more right. The doctors was a cold place, as I remembered from my childhood how every time I saw Mom I would complain on how cold it was. The doctor was a nice woman name Dr. Brookstone. She had long flowing brunette hair with sweet blue eyes, and she was a Blue Blood. I had come to a Blue Blood hospital, saying you had to be special members, also known as, Blue Bloods.

"Right this was Ms. Van Allen." she said sweetly. She brought me to a colder room and sat me down on a frozen chair. At first I thought it was actually frozen, seeing as it was freezing and extremely hard.

Dr. Brookstone did some things that I can't even remember, doctor stuff and others that are, well, at least to me, not pleasant. When she was done with her "test", she had left the room, probably to go examine it. Yuck.

By the time she came back out I was frozen and anxious. Her smiling face never faltered, as she told me the news.

"Congradulatios Ms. Van Allen, you are indeed pregnant!" she smiled, I almost passed out, and it was horrible. I couldn't be. No.

"I thought it was just the flu, I never thought that. That-"

"That it could happen." she nicely finished for me.

"Yeah." she smiled AGAIN, and helped me get myself together. She sent me out finally, as she would call me to tell me when to come back next. (Being the smart person I was, I gave her my cellphone.)

***

When I got home Jesse was sleeping on the gianormous couch of ours. There was plenty of room for me to squeeze into as I curled up next to him. Automatically his arms curled around me, sending me into a tight hug. Soon it was starting to hurt my abdomen, as I tried to get him too loosen his grip.

"Jesse!" i screamed, but he didn't wake up.

"Jesse let go!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, his eyes opening seeing me in a death grip.

"Sorry Sky." I frowned, turning away from him, not wanting to tell him that he had hurt the baby more than me.

"Sky, is there something you need to tell?" I turned away, not wanting to say it.

"Sky?" I didn't answer.

"Schuyler, if something is wrong maybe I can fix it."

"No you can't." I whispered.

"Yes I can, is someone threatning you? Is Jack bothering you?" I shook my head tears falling.

"Schuyler Van Allen, you tell me right now!" his voice rising, more silent tears came, as he spun me around, seeing me silently sob.

"Jesse." I said quietly. "I'm pregnant."

Hey guys! I know most of the people reading this want to kill me for taking so long, but I so many things on my plate, and several other stories to write, etc. I know, excuses excuses! But I wrote more! See! Please don't kill me. Hope you enjoyed it. Please R & R!

-Readerfreak190123 :)