A/N: Thanks to XxXCocoaPuffXxX and TheWraith4 for the reviews. Don't worry Cocoapuff, I'm not putting any of the others from the gang together; just Kimi and Phil. And TheWraith, I'm flattered by your review. You're a good writer, and I've read a little on One Day--I haven't had much time to do anything but write up stories and post them. But, I have read chapter one and most of chapter two. It's a good tale, and first person stories are a bit difficult for me. It's amazing to see how well you handle them. Anyway, I have a new twist to the story. This chapter isn't my best work since I am rushed after writing a paper, but I just couldn't leave the story hanging when I have soo much to introduce to the readers in this chapter.

Chapter 13

Chuckie had stayed at Marina's all weekend until Monday morning. Marina woke up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. She left Chuckie asleep in her bed, and she walked into the bathroom half-asleep. She turned the hot water on and stood up as the shower sprayed out steamy water.

Marina slipped off her pajama spaghetti strap top and shorts. She stepped into the shower and began to savor the hot water that flowed down her skin. She started to reach for her shampoo when she felt something brush against her shoulder. She spun around and was staring over at Chuckie. She exhaled loudly. "You scared the hell out of me," she told him.

Chuckie brushed his hand against her wet cheek. "I'm sorry."

Marina closed her eyes as Chuckie leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue entered her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Because of the water, her arms slipped a little. But, Marina didn't bother with it; she was too concerned with Chuckie's kisses. Before she even knew it, she was laying down in the bottom of the shower while making-out with Chuckie as water cascaded down their backs.

At school, Kimi was at her locker grabbing her books for Advanced Biology when Phil leaned up against the locker next to hers. He had the same class she did, and they were partners. So, Phil never brought his books, and Kimi wasn't one hundred percent sure that Phil even had books since all he brought to class was a notebook and a pencil. "Hey, chick," he said smiling.

Kimi looked up at him and smiled. "Hey Phil. Are we going to walk to class?"

Phil looked down at the ground. "Lil heard us and saw us walk out of my house Friday," he said quietly.

Kimi sighed and covered her eyes with her right hand. "She didn't," she said, embarrassed in knowing that Lil had been home that night.

"She did, and she bitched at me when I got home for sleeping with you." Phil said quietly. Kimi saw evident pain in his expression; the normal jokester wasn't present in his face at all. He continued, "She thinks that if I screw something up, she'll lose you as a friend because you won't want to come around with me nearby." He took a deep breath. "So, if you don't want to date anymore, I understand. See you in class," his voice was nearly inaudible by the time he reached the end of the sentence.

Kimi thought for a moment and couldn't understand what Lil's problem was. She watched Phil blend into the crowded school corridor, and she knew that there was no way she wasn't going to date him. 'I've waited too damn long for this,' she thought as she went running into the crowd after Phil.

Phil was halfway to the classroom when Kimi reached his side. She laced her fingers in with his, and he turned to see who was next to him. He saw Kimi and broke into a smile. "Kimi."

"I don't care what Lil says." Kimi told him. "I want to be with you, and you won't screw it up."

Phil smiled and held Kimi's hand tight. He grinned. "If PDA wasn't an offense on school grounds, I'd kiss you so hard right now," he told her.

Kimi laughed. "I know you would," she replied as they walked into the classroom.

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A week later, school was painfully the same as the week before except for the assembly being held during first hour. All the students were being rounded up in the gym, and Chuckie was looking around for Marina. He finally caught one of her friends and asked where she was. The friend had told him that she was at home because she didn't feel like coming in that day.

So, Chuckie signed himself out of school and left the grounds to go see Marina. He found it very odd for her to just not come in, and he wanted to know what would make her so unhappy that she wouldn't go to school. He wasted absolutely no time in getting to Marina's large home.

Marina was sitting outside on the steps when Chuckie pulled in the driveway. She watched him get out of his truck and run up the driveway to get to her. She would have cried if she had any tears left to cry, but she had run out of tears over the past two hours. Seeing Chuckie just made the aching pain inside of Marina's heart worse; she didn't want to hurt Chuckie.

Chuckie reached the stairs to the house, and he stopped in front of Marina. He saw her tearstained face and asked, "What's wrong?"

Marina stood up and motioned Chuckie to come inside; he followed obediently as Marina led him into the living room. She stopped and sniffed as she wiped away the mascara that had run down from her eyes. Chuckie stared at her and knew something big had happened, and he began to run through a list of worse case scenarios in his head. 'What if she's moving,' he thought, 'Or, what if her parents want her with them. Or, what if she's been moved to a private school?'

Marina walked over to the staircase and leaned against the banister. "Chuckie, I hape something to tell you," she said with a scratchy voice.

Chuckie stepped closer to her. "What," he asked quietly.

Marina felt fresh tears rise, and they slid out of her eyes as she spoke the words. "Chuckie, I'm pregnant."

Out of all the scenarios his head had come up with, Marina being pregnant had not crossed his mind. But after the words came out of her mouth, Chuckie knew they weren't wrong. They hadn't been practicing safe sex, even though they were both smart enough to have known to do so. He stepped back from Marina just to be able to breathe; his lungs seemed to not be functioning right. He ran his right hand through his hair as his brain desperately tried to grasp the situation.

Marina was sobbing as she told him, "I just had the maid bring the tests in just for the safe side since I was late. It took all five of them to be positive before my brain let it sink in."

Chuckie's mouth was really dry as his brain finally reviewed the facts. "Oh God, we're just seventeen," he blurted with no way to stop it.

Marina started to cry harder, and Chuckie snapped out of the dazed feeling he was in. He stepped up to Marina and took her in his arms. He stroked her back as she cried on his shoulder. "God, I'm so sorry," she cried.

"No," Chuckie told her, "Don't be sorry. We're both responsible, so please don't be blaming yourself."

"You were so much better off without me." Marina told him.

Chuckie held her tighter. "No, no I wasn't. This will be all right, Marina. We'll figure it out."

Marina couldn't stop crying and couldn't comprehend why Chuckie was being so understanding about the whole situation. 'I've ruined his life,' she thought. 'Any other guy I know would have just dumped me and wished me luck. Why does he have to be so understanding? It just makes it worse that I've trashed his future.'

Chuckie held Marina in his arms for a long time, and he knew that even assemblies at their school wouldn't last long enough for him to make the situation stable and get back to school before second hour began. But, his brain wasn't concerned with missing classes; it was concerned with the embryo forming inside of Marina's uterus. Deep down, Chuckie was calm and sure that they would be fine. But on the outside, he was absolutely terrified.

Marina's tears ebbed, and she clung to Chuckie. She knew it was getting late, and Chuckie would be late for classes. "You should get back to school. I'll be all right for the rest of today."

"I shouldn't leave you here alone today," he told her as he rubbed her back in a circular motion.

"I can't let you miss an entire day of school. So, go back for the rest of the day." Marina said as she pulled away from Chuckie's embrace.

Chuckie placed his hands upon Marina's wet cheeks. "There's no way I can concentrate today."

Marina grabbed a hold of his wrists. "I'm not asking you to concentrate," she whispered.

Marina let go of Chuckie's wrists, and he dropped his left hand down and set it against Marina's lower abdomen. She put her hand over her nose and mouth to muffle her cries, and she ran around and up the steps.

"Marina." Chuckie called up to her.

Marina turned around and looked him into his gentle brown eyes. "Please, just go back to school, Chuckie. I need to be alone for a little while."

Chuckie started to argue but gave up. He watched Marina ascend the steps, then he began to walk towards the front door. His mind was far from where he was, and he seemed to be losing the grasp he had on the situation. Fear was eating away at the secure feeling he had deep down inside, and Chuckie was afraid. 'Think positive,' he thought, 'Just think positive, and don't let anyone know about this. It's still too early for that. When Marina's ready to talk some more, discuss it then.' Shakily, Chuckie climbed into his truck and headed back towards school with the reality that he would be a daddy in nine months hanging over his head. It was more pressure than he'd ever felt in his life, and he didn't know exactly what to do or if everything would turn out all right. Chuckie was truly scared.