NEW POLL UP FOR THIS CHAPTER! ITS ON MY PROFILE PAGE!
ASH POV
"Good morning sunshine!" Angel sings, entering my bedroom, holding a glass of water.
"What happened?" I moan, pressing my palm against my forehead.
"I'm not telling you anything until you drink this," Angel tells me, handing me the glass.
I take it from her and drink the water as fast as I can manage. I look up at her, waiting for an answer, but a knock at the door keeps her from talking. She skips to the door and opens it. Fang walks in holding a tray.
"Have you told her?" Fang grins, setting the tray down in front of me.
"Told me what?" I ask, trying to ignore the smell of eggs and bacon coming from the tray.
"Nope, and I'm going to keep it that way until she eats all her breakfast," Angel tells him.
"And let me guess," I say, rolling my eyes," You won't tell me unless I get dressed too."
"Pretty much," she laughs.
Fang hands me the fork and I begin shoving the food in my mouth. When I'm done I realize that I'm still hungry.
"More please," I cough, choking on the last bits of food I ate.
"Of course," Angel says," You've been pretty much asleep for two and a half days, not counting when you caused that scene downstairs two nights ago."
"I've been asleep that long?" I gasp in disbelief.
I'd been know to sleep for a solid sixteen hours in one day, occasionally. But it had never been like this before. Any other time it had happened I had woken up like normal.
Before I am able to finish my train of thoughts, my stomach lurches and I'm sprinting to the bathroom. Angel follows be to the toilet and hold my hair back for me.
"Wow," Angel mutters," That hangover really did a number and you, didn't it."
"I'm not hungover," I cough, before throwing up again.
When I'm done, Angel shakes her head and leaves me to go talk to Fang, closing the door on her way out. I stand up and walk over to the sink, to brush my teeth. Once I finish I walk over to the close door and I press my ear against it.
"Nudge thinks Ash is pregnant," Fang whispers.
"We don't know that for sure," Angel tells him, softly," Ian said that she isn't."
"Well Ian might not know, right?" Fang asks, still keeping his voice low.
"Fang, Ian knows more than you," Angel says," I mean he would be the father after all."
"Fine, but if she ends up being pregnant I'm going to kill him," Fang mutters, angrily.
"Oh, just shut up already," I tell them, opening the bathroom door.
I walk to the edge of the bed and let myself fall forward, facedown onto the mattress. I then roll over onto my back.
"Seriously though, can't a girl be sick and not be stereotyped?" I asked.
Both Fang and Angel stare at me awkwardly. I can tell that they're embarrassed that I heard their conversation. But who are they kidding? How could I not hear? I was in the freaking bathroom. Of course I heard their little conversation.
"Fang," Angel whispers," Can I talk to Ash, alone?"
Fang nods and mutters some sort of awkward apology before he leaves. Angel sighs and walks over to where I lay on the bed. She then lays back on the bed, next to me.
"So," Angel says," How is it, um, going?"
"I'm not pregnant, if that's what you're asking," I tell her.
"Not to be rude or anything, but are you sure?" Angel asks.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"Things like these happen sometimes," Angel says.
"I'm not pregnant," I snap.
"Okay," Angel whispers," If you're sure."
"Angel, I swear to god, that under no circumstances is it possible, in any way, that I am pregnant. I assure you that it is physically impossible," I growl.
"Well it can't be impossible," Angel tells me.
"Okay, the next time you meet a pregnant virgin I will be your captive audience, but until the you'll need to excuse me, because I have to go throw up again," I say, standing up and walking back to the bathroom.
I lock the door and rush over to the toilet, because I actually do have to throw up. Angel comes to the door and tries to get me to let her in, but when I won't she gives up and leaves.
As I sit on the cold bathroom floor I begin to think. What if I am pregnant? It couldn't be that hard for an evil scientist to figure out some way to get me pregnant without me knowing it. Oh, shit. What if I am. What will I tell Ian? Wait. The School doesn't even know that I exist. But then again, I was attacked by Erasers, so they must know. This is pretty much the worst possible situation.
Okay, I get that being a teenage mother probably isn't the best thing, but I am almost twenty and I'm married. Then again, if I am pregnant my husband is most definitely not the father. And pregnant virgin isn't really plausible (I'm no Mary), even given the evil scientists.
Maybe it's biological. Maybe the evil scientist made it so that once we reach the age twenty we automatically have a baby. Nudge was twenty when she had Kinsey. But wait, Angel has never been pregnant (that I know of, I guess).
I stand up, unlock the bathroom door and I back to the bed. I call for Angel and she comes back to my room.
"What do you need?" Angel asks.
"Have you ever been pregnant?"
"I'm sorry," Angel says," But what?"
"Have. You. Ever. Been. Pregnant." I repeat.
"Like with a baby?"
"No, with a kitten," I roll my eyes," Yes with a baby!"
"Um, I guess, a long time ago," She tells me.
"And who was the father?" I ask.
"That's none of your business," She says.
"No, seriously," I tell her," I need to know."
"I'm not giving you a name, Ash," Angel sighs," All I'm going to tell you is that it was somebody it shouldn't have been."
"Somebody I know?" I ask, trying to clarify.
Angel stays silent, her eyes shift to the ground. I can tell that it really must be bad. As in it's a member of the Flock. It then occurs to me that all of the boys in the Flock have been either married or in a relationship for the past ten years, and Angel would have most definitely been pregnant in that time frame. It really is as bad as it seems.
"I'm so sorry, Angel," I say.
"It's okay, it's not your fault," Angel tells me," I was stupid and I was young."
"If I end up being pregnant, will you help me?" I ask.
Angel looks up at me. Small tears stream down her face.
"Of course she," she says.
"I worked with Jennifer in New York," Brian explains to me.
"But I'm not getting who Jennifer is. How does she have any association with me?" I ask, still confused.
"Jennifer, is Max," Fang tells me.
"So if Jennifer is Max," I say," Then what does this all mean?"
"It means that we know where Max us. Max is finally coming home. We found her."
So, how was that? I really hope you liked it! It may have been short, but you know what they say, short and sweet. Anyways, like I said at the top of the page, there is a new poll for this chapter. The poll asks who you think the father of Angel's baby was. And as I said before, its on my profile.
The choices for that poll are:
Fang (very wrong, but it could have happened)
Dylan (he's been missing for a few years, maybe this is why)
Iggy (he's been married to Ella for ten years, so this would be sad)
Gazzy (ew)
Brian (he's Nudge's husband, butbthat doesn't mean that he didn't cheat on her)
RESULTS FOR WHO SHOULD BE THE FATHER OF JENN/MAX'S BABY:
Fang: 71%
Dylan: 14%
James: 14%
Sam: 0%
PLEASE REVIEW!
~Lillie :)
