Chapter 36
A single, card-board like piece of paper--in shape of a heart--was dangling from one of the twelve roses. I grabbed it immediately. It read:

To the rose of my heart.
You're so beautiful.
Love,
Scott

Okay, that's sweet and all, but umm, LOVE?! That was a bit extreme. Expecially from a guy whom I'd met just one day before. How did he even know my locker number anyway?

I shook my head in disapproval. This guy was too good to be true. I mean, he was so caring, cute, and apparently attentive, and he liked ME.

Something on the back of my mind was bothering me. I mean, I was pregnant, wasn't I? Usually that was a big turn off for men of any kind, exceptfor maybe if they were the father. In my case, however, the father had also ditched.

I turned around and stared into the long, empty hall. My life was such a big mess, my heart was so broken and mended and broken and then fixed again.

I sighed and got my stuff. I got out my cell phone and speed dialed Lucy.

The phone rang four times before Lucy picked up. "Hey, Sam."

"Hey," I said, not knowing exactly why I called her.

"Hey," she echoed, sounding sympathetic and just a little annoyed.

"Can you come pick me up early?" I asked.

"Sure!" she exclaimed. "I'll be there in...three minutes. Start counting. Bye."

She clicked off, leaving yet another connection to the outside world hung up. I don't know why, but I was feeling sorrowful and regretful about that scene with David. He was truly the guy I wanted to be with. He was, in all honesty, the only guy who I could possibly ever love. Especially with our children on the way now.

I went outside and sat on one of the benches the school provided for visitors. The cool autumn air was soothing. Well, if you didn't have so much on your mind, like I did.

Suddenly, Lucy's Mustang (Mom and Dad bought her it over the weeked as an apology present for paying so much attention to me) pulled up, jamming out the latest of our fellow, 50 Cent.

I steped in the car, my big belly getting in my way when I tried to strecth out the seat belt enough to cover it all.

Lucy laughed. "Having fun with the big ol' belly?"

I grimaced and turned down the volume of the blasting speakers. "No."

She rubbed my shoulder. "Sam, what's the matter?"

Tears slid down my face. "I want David back."

Lucy's eyebrows shot up. "Why?"

"Lucy...I...loo--love him," I sobbed out, and covered my face.

Lucy pulled my chin up. "Sam, but he dumped you for no apparent reason. That's not the way to be treated. And, what about that guy Scott? You know, the one you told me about? What about him?"

Was Lucy really that blind. "Lucy, I'm PREGNANT! I need the baby's father by me."

Lucy sighed and began driving away from the school. "You know, Sam, give it time. Time solves it all."

"No, it doesn't," I said bitterly.

"Honey, you don't always know what you want, but you always get what you need. Maybe this break up was what you and David both needed. A break from being adults and a reality check."

When did Lucy get so...deep?

"Yeah, Lucy, I need the depression I'm going through right now," I said sarcastically.

She shook her head. "Maybe you just needed time to think things clearly. Did you ever think that just because David and you are having children it doesn't mean that he has to be your husband?"

She was insane. "Yeah, I'm gonna jump every guy I get a chance, maybe get a whole variety of kids."

She sighed again. "Sam, I mean that you don't know what the future holds. You have to be patient. You have to understand that life is something beyond you, and you're getting a taste of it."

I wanted to scream. "Whatever." I sat in front of my computer screen, trying to compose a letter to David. An email, to be exact.

All my previous thirty thousand attempts had gotten me absolutely nowhere. They were either too dry or too juiy, too unheartfelt or too needy.

My latest one looked like this:

David,
I miss you so much. I don't understand why we have to be this way, to be separated. It just doesn't seem it should be this way. We should be together.

It was fruitless. I buried my head in my hands and began weeping.

Everything was going wrong.