Rebel Yell

[A/N: This chapter is going to be really short... kind of a segway chapter, I guess.]

Amanda stayed with me all weekend, bringing me Ben and Jerry's, sitting with me in my bedroom, watching Beaches, listening to Nirvana. Mr. and Mrs. Kent were in St. Croix on their goddamned honeymoon. Clarke wasn't speaking to me after running out on their wedding, but fuck her and her goddmaned husband.

"Delia, guess what?"

"What?"

"I'm pregnant." Amanda said to me, glowing.

"REALLY? But- I thought Ryan couldn't-"

"She's a miracle baby."

"She?"

"She. I already know. She's going to be named Anastasia Jordan. I'm so excited!" She squeals. "So I'm going to be here for the next seven months!"

"You're staying with us?! Until you have the baby? SWEET!" I look at the clock. "Now get out. I'm expecting a phone call." She giggles and leaves the room. I turn on my stereo and Oasis starts singing about how they don't like they know you and wait for the phone to ring.

Seven hours later, it still hasn't. I'd eaten a whole plate of Shrimp Pad Thai, and a pint on Cherry Garcia, no phone call.

"I guess Craig isn't going to call. He was serious." I say to myself as I fall asleep.

The next morning, I put on my black Kurt Cobain Teenage T-Shirt and a black skirt and a floppy black hat with a veil.

"Who's funeral?" Amanda says as I come in to the kitchen.

"April Eighth, Amanda! April Eighth." I walk into the bathroom and apply eyeliner and mascara and go out to my car.

Ellie and Ashley are all wearing all black in mourning of the 11th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death, we have a moment of silence in my car with 'All Apologies' playing in the background. it was during that moment of silence I knew what I was going to do about Craig.

I went through the whole day, writing down Nirvana lyrics in my notebook, listening to Nirvana during passing time and lunch, reading Kurt Cobain: Journals. The school day had just ended I was in my car when I saw Craig walking home. I rolled down my window and shouted, "Craig!" he doesn't look at me. "Come on, Craig. I know you hear me."

He looks at me and says, "What do you want?!"

"To talk. Get in." I say, leaning over and opening the shotgun door as he runs across the street and gets in.

"I'm here. Let's talk." I don't listen to him, but I turn up Nirvana's Cover of a great David Bowie song. "Where are you going?"

I drive and drive, until I get to a cliff.

"What the HELL are you doing?" He says as I get out.

"Listen to me. Forgive me, we get back into the car, everything's okay. Don't, you say your goodbyes to me now because I will jump." I say, sitting on the top of my car.

He joins me on the car and says, "Okay, talk."

"I'm sorry, okay? I guess the reason why I was pushing you away was because I didn't know how I felt about you... i've written songs about you, trying to help me figure them- my feelings, out."

"Can I hear one?" Now that was not the reaction I was expecting.