A/N: Got to love the days of from school that allow me to catch up on all my stories!! Yay!! Anyway, after the overwhelming response I got to the last two chapters I had to update soon so here's another chapter for all of you!! Thank you SO SO SO SO much for reviewing!! You guys rock…without you there would no longer be a Paul.

Now on with the story…!!!

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            Taking the mirror off the inside of my locker I tossed it in the bag with all the other things. Looking into the locker I realized that was the last of it. Grabbing the bag from the floor I gently closed the locker and turned around.

            My eyes wandered all over the hall, to the stairs that looked to be falling apart, to Mrs. Owens classroom across the way in which I had spent many a day learning about Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson. I even looked at the dirty green lockers, most of which had been grafitied to say things such as "Tom loves Emily" or "Gary's Gay". I sighed as I looked at it all, knowing that tomorrow morning instead of going here I'd be looking for a job.

            Paul and I had discussed what I would do after I left school and that was what we had both mutually agreed to; I would leave school and find a job until the baby was born, then I would stay home with it through the summer and in September I would start school again and try to finish so I could get into college. This plan had been discussed however at 2am when I had awaken because of back pains, so I wasn't at my best at that hour and probably wouldn't have agreed to this arrangement otherwise.

            I was still standing strong with our "let's discuss all the options" plan and Paul had moved right past that to "we are keeping this baby".  I at times felt as though he and his parents were deciding the course of my life. I felt shut out all the time. I still wondered why Paul's parents didn't agree with me, seeing as how they didn't really want a grandchild, but then I realized that Paul's mother is a devoted catholic woman and Paul's father is afraid of Paul's mom therefore taking her side even if he doesn't agree. I know in reality that Paul's dad likes me, that he agrees with my way of thinking and it saddens me that he, just like I, can't say what he really thinks. But it's nice sometimes when I'm home alone and he gets home from work and comes upstairs to see how I am and offer me some cookies with milk…I just wish he could do it in front of his son and wife. But I guess that's not my place to say anything.

            Suddenly, I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and turn around to see none other than Glen.

            "Glen?!?!' I gasp, totally surprised.

            "Paige!! Hey!! I just got back, can you believe it?!?!? My parents transferred me back here for the rest of the year because I was doing miserable in military camp, being away from my friends and all. So anyway, what have you been up to lately, we haven't talked in months."

            "Wow, you sure have missed a lot." I said softly, still shocked to see Glen standing in front of me, a whole year and a half older than the last time I had seen him. Not to mention he knew nothing about Paul or the baby and last time I had been with Glen we were involved in a pretty heavy relationship.

             "I bet I have, so come on, tell me!!"

            "Well, you heard about my parents right? I sent you a letter telling you…"

            "Yea I heard, that's a shame, they were great people. I loved them like parents. God bless their souls."

            "Yea…anyway, a few months after they died ummm…I well…." I put the bag on the floor and opened my jacket, revealing my belly, which was clearly visible now that I was six months along. "Surprise!!"

            "Your pregnant?!?!?!?!?" Glen asked, clearly shocked.

            "Yep."

            "By whom?" Glen asked, eyes widening.

            "Paul…" I said, clearly knowing his next question was going to be whose Paul.

            "Paul who?"

            "He moved here the year you left. We were friends at first and then we started dating and I don't know, we got pregnant and my aunt and uncle kicked me out of the house and I'm living with him and his parents." I said calmly. I almost wanted to laugh at how easily I said that, when as all that had been going on I had cried hysterically. At least I could be happy that my mood swings were under control for the moment.

            "Does he treat you and the baby well? Are you happy with him? Does he love you?" Glen shot out questions like bullets, wanting to know all about Paul, as if I had just confessed that he was a crazed killer.

            "He's really sweet and yes I love him and he loves me. He treats me and the baby like porcelain dolls and although it can get annoying at times, I know he means well and I like that he cares that much, seeing as how my family doesn't. Besides, now that we talk about family, he's the only family I have anymore and I'm thankful for him, because if I wasn't living with him I'd be on the streets right now and the chances of my baby surviving wouldn't be too high." I said, now close to tears as the realization of things finally hit me. All this time I had never really realized how lucky I had gotten. At least my baby and I weren't dying on the streets.

            "That's good. I'm happy for you." Glen said, pain written all over his face. He looked down at his watch. "Well I best be going, I have to get a locker assigned to me and get my schedule before Mr. Henken leaves for the day. Call me some time okay, maybe you Paul and I can have lunch. I'd like to meet him some time. And if you need anything you know where I am and don't hesitate to call. Let me know when the due date start approaching, I want to make sure I can see you and the baby in the hospital. Okay?"

            "Okay." I whispered, as he made his way down the hall. And as he left, although I should have felt nothing I couldn't help but feel sad and miss him a little, like I had lost a part of my life that I had never really wanted to lose. That's when I finally realized that if I was to keep this baby it would mean completely changing who I am, something I wasn't sure I wanted.

A/N: So what did you think? Sorry it's so short again. But at least I'm getting the chapters up faster so… Anyway, PLEASE review and let me know what you thought, good, bad, whatever.. I want to know.