Chapter Eleven: You And Me

I'm adding Sean's POV to the story. It will switch from Ellie to Sean now, but they will be the only POV's in here because that's the way I want it.

Sean

There are many things in your life that you will never forget. I will never forget the first time I laid eyes on Ellie. I knew then and there that she was the one for me. She's the most beautiful person I've ever seen.

I will never forget the first time we fell asleep together. She opened up to me about her brother that night.

I will never forget the time that I told her I loved her, and she said it back.

I will also never forget the time she told me that her dad had been lying to her, was cheating on her mom, had a baby with another woman, and confessed to her mother's murder because he wanted to be with Riley. I won't forget that look on her face.

Ellie and I have been dating for a month now. Of course, we haven't been able to go on any real dates because Marco seems to always be over. Riley has been calling constantly. She wants Ellie to spend time with Kieran. Ellie just hangs up on her. And I don't blame her.

So my girlfriend is eight months pregnant, and it's not even my baby. How messed up is that? What's even more mess up is that I wish it were mine. We just finished school last week; the baby's due in July. Next year, Ellie will be in grade eleven and I'll be in grade ten; she'll be a mother, and I guess I'll be some type of father figure. Although I'm hoping that the baby's father will at least show himself or something, show that he cares about her. I have so many random thoughts floating around in my head and I can't sort them out.

I'm taking Ellie out on our first official date to celebrate our one month anniversary. We're going to see a movie and then go to her favorite café, even though she knows she can't drink coffee. She said she'll just get hot chocolate because she loves the place so much. It must be eighty-five degrees outside and she's gonna get something hot? I'll stick with water, thanks.

"You ready El?" I yelled as I walked out of my room. She met me in the hallway with her lips. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and smiled while I was kissing her.

"I look horrible," she groaned. She was wearing a maternity dress that she got at the mall. In my opinion, pregnant was a good look for her. She was about to burst open any minute, but still looked hot.

"You look great," I said truthfully. She smiled and I wanted to melt. I know, I know, Sean Cameron does not go soft over a girl. Okay, I lied. Yeah, he does. But only this girl. I clasped my hand over hers and we left the apartment, locking the door behind us. Since neither of us had a car, we walked to the movie theater. We didn't talk at all, but that didn't bother me. We ended up seeing Spanglish (Ellie's idea) and it was pretty good. I would never admit that to Jay though. Once again we walked, hand in hand, down to the café.

All of a sudden, Ellie stopped walking and started staring. Her mouth dropped open in surprise. I followed her gaze and noticed that she was looking at Marco. He was sitting at a table with a guy, and they were kissing. Gross. Not that I don't like gay people, they can do whatever they want. I just didn't expect it. Ellie pulled me behind a tree nearby.

"I can't believe this!" she hissed in my ear. Yeah, she hissed. I wouldn't have been surprised if she started spitting flames.

"So…Marco has a boyfriend…" I didn't get it. I never do though.

"Yeah, and he couldn't tell me!" she said a little louder. "I'm supposed to be his best friend. And it has to be Paige's brother, doesn't it?"

"That's her brother?" I asked.

"Yes! I still can't believe it. I never thought Marco would betray me like this," Ellie whined.

"Maybe he was waiting for the right time to tell you," I suggested. Why was she so upset? "El, are you still in love with him?" I asked. I had to ask, didn't I?

"Of course not!" she hissed. Great, she went from hissing to whining and back to hissing again. Definitely in love with him. Then I looked down and noticed that she was holding her hands to her stomach. It finally hit me. How could I be so stupid?

"He's the father," I stated. How could I have not noticed this before?

"What did you say?" she asked me.

"He is; isn't he?" I answered her with a question.

"Yes," she finally admitted, looking at the ground and starting to cry.

"Shh, it's going to be okay. You don't need him. I can help you through all of this, I really can," I assured her.

"I know. You've been so good to me. But first, I want revenge."

"What?" I asked. Revenge? This isn't even that big of a deal. Well, I guess it is to her. And if I ever said that out loud she'd prolly kill me.

"Know how to hotwire a car?" she asked me.

"Yeah, but…" I trailed off. Was I really going to do this? Ever since Ellie moved in, I haven't stolen anything. But I'd do anything to make her happy.

"His car is right here in front of us," she pointed out. "And I want to go on a joy ride."

"Ellie, don't you think he'll notice me under the hood of his car? They're sitting right there," I said, pointing over to them.

"We need a distraction or something. I'll be right back." I watched her sneak out of the bushes and duck out of sight behind the car. Then she popped back up and ran over. "What an idiot. Just as I suspected. He left the keys in it."

"He probably thought that it'd be safe as long as he could see it," I said, shrugging.

"Well, it won't be tonight. Here's the plan. We'll wait until they start making out again, run to the car, and both go in through the driver's side door. That way, they won't see us getting in on their side. Time to go, now!" she yelled.

I looked around the tree and sure enough, they were making out again. Ellie dragged me around the car and we both ducked down. "Get in, I'm driving," she said. I threw her an 'are you serious?' look and she quietly opened the door, shoving me towards it. I reluctantly climbed in and she slid in after me, shutting the door as quietly as she could. It wasn't quiet enough. I looked out of the window and noticed Dylan and Marco standing up to come see what the noise was. I put my seatbelt on. This would be interesting.

"Hurry up, go!" I yelled. Ellie turned the keys in the ignition and the car started. Then Marco and Dylan started running in our direction. "They're coming!" I yelled. I slid down in the seat so they wouldn't recognize me, and Ellie sped off. We drove down the street, Ellie increasing her speed more and more. "Slow down," I told her.

"I'm not taking orders." She said, turning the radio on. She turned it up and sang with it as we drove along with the windows down.

"Could you at least put your seatbelt on?" I asked her. "Please?"

"Fine you big baby," she said, sticking her tongue out at me. She was going at least sixty now, and the speed limit was only thirty. I watched Ellie reach for her seatbelt, but it got caught. She turned to fix it and took her eyes off of the road.

"Stop!" I yelled. The car in front of us was stopped at a red light. Even if she had slammed on her brakes, Marco's car would have plowed right through the middle of it. So she swerved around it instead. I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but then I saw the telephone pole. Everything went black.

I woke up a few minutes later. My face was stuffed with the air bag and my cheek hurt. It must have burned me. I could hear the sirens getting closer and looked over at Ellie. She had been thrown forwards, but wasn't ejected from the car. Her head was up on the dashboard and she was draped across the steering wheel. Her air bag hadn't deployed. I noticed that the radio was still on. I heard a few lines of the song as I drifted out of consciousness.

What day is it, and in what month?
This clock never seemed so alive
I can't keep up, and I can't back down
I've been losing so much time.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.

All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right
I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning
I don't know where to go from here.

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to lose, and nothing to prove
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.

Something about you now
I can't quite figure out
Everything she does is beautiful
Everything she does is right

'Cause it's you and me and all of the people
With nothing to do, nothing to lose
And it's you and me and all of the people
And I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you.

I woke up again when I felt someone trying to lift me out of the car. I looked over and Ellie was gone. All I saw was a huge pool of blood left on the seat. I was finally taken out of the car and put on backboard with a neck brace on. Two people lifted me up onto a stretcher and strapped me down to it. I was placed in the back of an ambulance. The EMTs were talking to me, but I didn't hear a word they were saying. I blacked out again and woke up in the hospital. Ellie was in the room with me and I was relieved. She's alive.

"Ellie?" I called out to her softly. She didn't respond. She didn't even move. I hope she's sleeping.

"She hasn't woken up yet," someone said, walking into the room. It was Marco. Oh no. "I didn't think you were this stupid," he said to me.

"I'm not. It was her idea," I said. I shouldn't have said that. "She was upset that you didn't tell her about Dylan," I explained. Then I saw him standing behind Marco. Great. Just then, before I had to say anymore, a doctor walked in.

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave," he said to Marco and Dylan. I read his name tag and noticed that his name was Dr. Hartman.

"I'm not leaving," Marco said. "I'm the baby's father."

"Very well then," he turned and gave Dylan a look. Dylan left the room reluctantly. I could see him standing right outside the door, watching.

"How is she?" I blurted out before Dr. Hartman could even speak.

"Ms. Nash lost a significant amount of blood," he said.

"I saw it on the seat in the car. Where was it coming from?" I asked, afraid of the answer. Dr. Hartman nodded his head gravely and opened his mouth to speak.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news," he said, looking at me and then at Marco. He motioned for Marco to sit down in a chair next to Ellie's bed. "With the extreme impact of the crash, Eleanor's stomach was slammed into the steering wheel. The baby…didn't make it," he finally said.

The tears began pouring out of my eyes. They felt so hot on my cheeks. Marco was much worse off. He jumped up out of the chair and slammed his fist into the wall. He was crying harder than I was. I watched helplessly as he collapsed to the floor. Dylan rushed in and held him in his arms.

"As soon as she wakes up, Eleanor's labor will be induced and she will give birth to the baby." Unable to do anything more for us, he turned to leave the room.

"Wait!" I called after him. He turned around to face me. "Ellie," was all I said.

"What?" he asked.

"She likes to be called Ellie," was all I could say.