Chapter Nine
"What's wrong?" John asked as he walked into the room. Stacy looked up at him.
"Oh...nothing." She sighed.
Flashback
"Hey," Stacy said with a smile, walking over to the lunch table where all of her friends were. The sixteen year old blonde sat down beside a brunette girl.
"Hey Stace." The girl replied.
"Did you hear about Jake's end of school party on Saturday? He has this band coming, Deadsy. I've not heard much about them, just that the lead singer is supposedly Cher's son. I'm gonna go just to check them out." Stacy said. "I don't even like Jake, he's an asshole." She laughed.
"I'm going too, we can show up together." One of her friends said.
"Alright." Stacy said.
"Does this make my butt look big?" Stacy asked, turning around in her extremely short plaid pleated skirt.
"You look hot." Her friend said. Stacy grinned and slid a cut up Poison shirt over her head. It was cropped to just above her navel. After that, she sat down on her bed and slid on a pair of black calf-high Doc Martins. Her blonde hair had a few curls spaced throughout it, and her makeup was done very eighties-rocker-ish. Her friend was dressed sort of the same, considering that she borrowed most of Stacy's clothing. They headed off to the party and arrived there about fifteen minutes after it started. Deadsy was just beginning to play.
The band had a very synthesized eighties sound, which Stacy quite enjoyed. More quickly than she would have liked, the party was over and the band was packing up.She feltthe urge to go and tell the band's lead singer that she quite enjoyed their music. He had his back turned as she approached him, and she tapped his shoulder. He glanced up behind his shoulder, and seeing a female standing there, stood straight up and turned to face her.
"Hey, I really liked your music. You sing really well." Stacy said with a grin, giggling slightly.
"Dude! You're wearing a Poison shirt!" He said, grinning. "Poison kicks ass." He stood there for a minute before what she said really sank in. "Oh, thanks." He said sheepishly.
"Yeah, Poison does kick ass." Stacy replied. She then reached up and playfully poked him in the chest. "You guys do too. I'll have to check you out again sometime. I'm Stacy Keibler, by the way."
"You can check me out anytime you want...um, I'm Elijah Blue." Elijah said the first part under his breath.
"What was that, pretty boy?" Stacy smiled.
"Oh...nothing." Elijah said with a grin.
"Mmhmm..." Stacy grinned and reached into the waistband of her skirt, where she had an ink pen clipped to her thong strap. She took his hand in hers and turned it palm-side up.
"Call me sometime." She said with a grin as she wrote her phone number on his hand.
"Sure thing, Blondie." He said.
"You're blonde too!" She laughed.
"And the point is?"
"Well...hmm..."
"Exactly."
Stacy shrugged in defeat.
"Oh," Elijah said, grabbing the pen from her. He bent down and began to write something on her exposed stomach, which made her giggle. "And here's my number if you want it. You have a nice stomach."
"Um...thanks." She said, blushing. Elijah also blushed slightly after realizing what he did.
"Well...I gotta go." Stacy said, smiling. "My ride's waiting."
"I'll call you." Elijah said. Stacy looked back and smiled once more before walking off.
Several weeks passed. Elijah and Stacy had started a relationship and by that time had gone on about four dates. Stacy had been hanging around with the band a lot and got to know each of the members fairly well.
One night, Stacy was hanging around with the band. It was July 10th, his birthday. It was early afternoon, and she figured she'd end up staying at Elijah's place that night.
"So, what do you want for your birthday?" Renn asked, smirking.
"Uh...I just want...a new guitar." Elijah said, narrowing his eyes at the keyboardist.
As the band members continued talking, an idea popped into Stacy's head. She knew that they all would be drinking to celebrate Elijah's nineteenth birthday. All thanks to Renn, they had an ungodly amount of liquor in the house. Around eight that night, they decided to play some drinking games.
"I think I'll pass on the games, I'll get completely hammered within the first five minutes." She laughed.
"Alright, fair enough." Elijah said.
"I will take a strawberry daiquiri, though." She said. Renn mixed her one and she sat by, sipping it as she watched the guys toss back shot after shot. It wasn't long until Alec and Renn were out.
Beast then looked over at a moderately intoxicated Elijah, then to Stacy, then back to Elijah. "Just do what you gotta do, man." He said, before standing up and stumbling into the kitchen, more than likely searching for some prepackaged pastas.
"C'mon," Elijah said, standing up. Stacy stood up and followed him out to the pool area, where she knew one of the pool rooms had been set up as a guest room. He opened the door and showed her in, then closed it behind them, in their place that no one knows.
"Hey, Itsy Bitsy." Elijah grinned, slipping his arm around his girlfriend's waist. Stacy looked over at him.
"Hey yourself." She replied.
"Is Bitsy not a morning person?" Elijah teased, kissing her cheek.
"I gotta go take a shower," She said, standing up and walking out of the room. Elijah heard the door to the house slam shut as she went inside.
"What this time?" He said out loud, rolling his eyes. He then turned back over and went back to sleep.
It was nearly noon when he woke up the second time, and he came to realize that Stacy was gone when he reentered the house.
"What's been going on with you lately?" Elijah asked in a concerned voice. It had been nearly a week since his birthday. "What happened really was not that big of a deal."
"How can you say that? Yes, it was that big of a deal!" She snapped. "Think about this, Elijah Blue - what happens if somebody finds out? What if you end up in jail because of me?"
"It would be worth it to me." He said.
"I am not worth it!"
"Yeah you are, Stace." He looked at her as her hazel eyes welled up with tears.
"I don't want you to end up in jail." She sniffed as tears began to pour down her cheeks.
"Aww, honey," He said, pulling her close to him in a hug.
Pregnant?
'How can I be pregnant?' Stacy thought to herself, looking at the pregnancy test once more. It clearly stated positive. She indeed was going to have a baby.
"Stacy, are you okay?" Her dad asked, knocking on the bathroom door. She cleared her throat.
"I'm fine. Go away, please...I'll be out soon." She said, before hearing her dad's footsteps travel down the hallway.
'I can't tell Elijah...' She thought, tears streaming down her face. 'A baby right now would ruin his… his career...I can't do that to Elijah...' She sniffled and washed her face off with cold water, trying to recompose herself. It had been three months since Elijah's birthday. She had been in school for a month and a half now, and she'd have to go through her senior year pregnant.
"How am I going to deal with all of this?" She asked herself out loud.
Elijah pulled his international Kline blue jacket around him, shivering slightly in the winter wind. He approached Stacy's house, ready to knock on the door. He hadn't seen her for quite a while now...not even heard from her. He was worried about his girlfriend. He lifted a hand up and steadily rapped on the door. Soon after, Stacy's father opened it.
"Oh, hello Elijah." He said. "What can I do for you?"
"I was looking for Stacy. Is she home?" He asked. Her father shot him an odd look.
"Elijah...she didn't tell you? She moved back in with her mother..."
"Oh? Where does her mother live?" Elijah asked, an impending feeling of dread filling his chest.
"In Massachusetts."
End Flashback
