I treaded back down the beach. It felt like forever, and my whole body was cold. It was now about 9:30, and I had to be at the studio at 11:30 in Honolulu. I looked at my outfit, decided it was okay, and called up Cayleigh.

She picked up at first call.

"Hello? Amanda!" she almost screamed.

"Um, yeah…"

"Where are you?"

"On the beach, almost back to my end."

"You left the HOUSE? Get off the beach, NOW. Are you alone?"

"Yes? What's happening?"

"Paparazzi's coming because someone spotted you, then last night they were with Tiffany and them, so now your room is bugged with cameras. Do not walk into your room. You need to speak to Tiffany immediately. Not only the paparazzi, but your being followed; they want to kidnap you."

I stopped walking. I stared around the scene. "Honestly, no one's here."

"That's what you think. Their professionals."

"I doubt that someone would want to kidnap me…"

I then heard a branch snap, and a coconut tumble out. I saw a black figure…

I tumbled back, then got up, and ran to the beach house. When I got through the French doors, I remembered I forgot my phone, with Cayleigh on the other end.

Shit.

"….I-I I love you like a love song, baby! And I keep hittin' repeat!..." I heard an off-pitch noise erupt from the game room.

I followed the noise, then coming into Tiffany with her shirt off, with her swelling belly starting to show more than ever. She had just short-shorts on, with a bunch of pre-rips; I'm guessing no underwear, super high heels, (which I believe are mine) and a crap load of jewelry and accessories on.

I scanned the whole room – no Scott, a laptop with a webcam, and….a hopelessly confused Tiffany.

"You know, you're making another mistake, right?" I asked.

"Oh, and you haven't?" She asked, slamming the laptop closed, and putting a shirt on.

"I never said that, did I?"

"Well, you sure meant it." She hissed.

"Says Miss Pornography – oh, my boyfriend sabotaged me, got me pregnant, so, I think I should be naked all the time so I can get drunk and hurt my baby and get another one right after."

"Two can play this game, you know. Especially since you just woke up late to a date with a guy that's getting married after his movie, walk around all trampy like, and think you can bring your friend along to Hawaii, expecting it to okay with her."

"Okay, Queen Tiffany, you insisted for you to go. You THREATENED me to go, and you made sure I broke up with Scott to get back at my happy lifestyle, while you sat around a toilet all day vomiting and crying, while I looked hot and unhappy, getting my life taken over. So maybe, just maybe you should look in the mirror, you bitch."

"I'm the bitch? You're pathetic. You didn't even ask about a doctor for me, since it was an accident and you thought I could do this alone. You know what? I don't know the father, and I don't have any support for this kid. I asked to abort, but you insisted I don't, and I come along with you, so you could 'watch over me'. That's dumb, because you are doing the opposite. You just are so full of yourself! I hate you!"

"Same way!" As I was about to turn around and leave upstairs, she screamed, held her stomach, and collapsed.

I had no way of calling the ambulance, because I didn't have my phone, and the home phone didn't work yet, and she lost her phone. So, it was just me, a pregnant teenager, and fate.