(alright, next chapter is here!! woohoo, r&r)
"I don't want to talk to you two," Callie spat at her parents, looking away.
"But we need to and you have to, now stay put," Lucas said sternly. Callie didn't even try to escape, her dad's tone seemed stern enough, she didn't want him yelling.
"Alright, start talking, I don't have anything to explain about real parents, you two do," she said, leaning back and crossing her arms. Peyton gave her a look then sighed, she knew her daughter had a right to say that, and she herself deserved it.
"Alright, I guess I'll start," Peyton said, seeing Lucas close up, "In highschool I was going out with Nathan, we were um..foolish one night and I found out I was pregnant with you, and my whole life changed. And when I told him he said he wasn't ready to be a parent because he had basketball, and we broke it off there,"
"Hold on, you just let him do that? Why?" Callie spat at her mom, looking kind of surprised.
"Ok, lets make this like school Cal, no questions til the end of the program," Lucas said, taking over, " Your mom had no where to go after Nathan broke it off with her, with her dad being away on a trip somewhere, so she came to me, and we worked through it all, together,"
"Over yet?" Callie asked, listening to her dad.
"No," Peyton said, carrying on, "I never wanted to bring up Nathan until you were older but when we moved here, and when your dad started playing with him again, we knew it was going to come up, and Nathan kind of told you, he said he broke down,"
"At least he told me, when did you think you were going to tell me then? Age-wise, so don't say 'older' " Callie said, shaking her head in a hurt way.
"We don't know, maybe 16 or 17, but we don't know," Lucas said, seeing his daughters face. Callie just sighed and turned away from them, not wanting them to see her face, which had a hurt but happy look on it. She almost felt like crying, not for herself though. It was for her mom, who was left alone after an accident, a good accident. She also felt like crying tears on anger, over her real father, who just left his mutual other after being scared. And look how they both turned out?
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Hot tears ran down her cheeks, her hand shaking. She breathed in and out a couple times and ran her sweaty palms through her hair. She sighed deeply, and everything came back to her again. That night that had went too fast, with too much beer and too many stupid choices. Choices like ordering that 6th beer even if you were already wasted, with that stupid fake ID that let you pass for at least 21 over your present age of 16. Other choices like moving way to far with your boyfriend, way too far.
"I-I can't be-believe this, not now, anytime but now," she cried out. So many things raced through her head, Peyton Sawyer the cheerleader, pregnant. But not anymore, it was just Peyton Sawyer, pregnant. She dropped the pregnancy test on the ground, and sunk down into a sitting postion, crying her eyes out.
"How could you have been so stupid?" she heard some voice in her head call out, most likely it was like a sign from her dad. She thought about the other couple tests she had taken earlier, they had all read out -Pregnant- or showed a little baby face. She got up and walked away from the bathroom, collapsing on her bed. At this point, she had no one to turn to. Brooke wasn't talking to her because she was always missing practice and she couldn't go to Brooke with something this big.
One other face came to her, the face of her future baby's father. Nathan Scott, the star of the Ravens' basketball team, the son of the famous Dan Scott, everyone knew him. She didn't know how she would tell him, of course he would be shocked but he would be the father right? He would take on the responsibility or maybe he would pull an old Dan Scott on her and her future baby. She didn't even know how far along she was at this point, at least one month at the very minimum.
"C'mon Sawyer, you aren't really the shy type? You're just going out like usual, calm down," Peyton said to herself as she showed up at the Scott house, erm, mansion. She had been there many times, its not like she was worried or something. It was just today, about a week after she found out, had it comfirmed with a doctor, and the day she was telling the father. She slowly opened her car door and took a deep breath, making her way up to the front door. She knew both Dan and Deb Scott wouldn't be at home on a Saturday afternoon, Dan running her car dealership and Deb off at the cafe.
She drew up all her courage and sighed, ringing the doorbell. She plastered a fake half smile on her face and quickly fixed her hair, a usual routine to meeting up with Nathan. True, they had been going out for at least 7 months now, and they were close but she still felt she needed to be a little fixed up when he saw her. A smiling Nathan opened the door, dressed in the usual gym shorts and tee shirt, it was so Nathan. Peyton smiled a bit more, a bit more real and walked in, recieving a kiss from him.
"Hey," she said back, flipping off her shoes, hugging him.
"You okay? You seem a bit, I dunno," he trailed off as she stepped up right beside him, having him hook his arm around her.
"Tired?" she asked, seeing him nod, "I've been having some trouble sleeping, it's nothing serious," He smirked his Scott smirk and she knew a smart remark was coming.
"A night sleeping here might cure that," she just smiled a bit, and flopped onto the couch with him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling a bit less relaxed. Maybe he won't take it like I thought he would, she thought.
"What movie is it today?" she asked him, making him shrug.
"It's up to you as long as it isn't some chick flick or something," he said, shuddering.
"Then it's up to you," she said, having him get up and picking out some sports movie.
"Alright," he said, about to press play on the remote. Perfect timing, she thought.
"Wait, I need to tell you something first," she said, her face of worry and a sense of scare returned, thinking back to the doctor's appointment.
"What is it?" he asked, turning to her, seeing the look on her face, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I guess," she said, "But it's about us,"
"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked her, a look of despise coming to his face now.
"No, but do you remember that night we went to the bar a couple weeks ago? Or like a month ago?" she asked, trying not to look upset.
"Yah, we went to the bar and had wild sex up in my room, I can remember," he said smiling and looking proud of himself.
"C'mon Nathan, I'm trying to be serious here," she said, watching his face return to normal state.
"Ok, I remember the night, what's wrong?" he asked, a little annoyed now.
"I'm...um...I don't really know how to say this...I'm..."
"What?"
"I'mpregnantandyourthefather!" she said so quickly she wasn't even sure if she had said it properly. They just sat there in a hanging silence with tension between them, a deep tension. For what seemed like ten minutes Nathan started to talk.
"You're pregnant? Is this a joke?" he said, an angry look across his face.
"Would I joke about something like this Nathan? I'm almost a month along,"
"I can't be a parent Peyton, I'm 16," he yelled, causing her to jump up.
"Oh and it's like I'm ready to be a parent Nathan? Its obvious we both aren't ready for this," she yelled back, walking out of the room. He followed her out, still shocked at the news.
"Wait, if you're only about a month along, can't you get an abortion?" he asked, thinking that would solve everything.
"What? You think I am going to stop our future childs life because you are scared? And you aren't ready?"
"Correction, if you are keeping the kid, it's your future child not ours, because we are done Peyton, we could just solve this problem with one simple operation!" he yelled at her, causing her this time to run out of the house down to her car.
"Nathan, I can't believe you, this isn't a problem, this is a life, and whatever, I don't need you," she screamed at him, speeding away, leaving him there alone. The tears were back, falling down her cheeks. At this point she really needed someone to talk to, but no one was coming to mind except a different Scott. She drove all the way to Lucas' house, still crying. She ran up to the door and knocked madly, still crying.
"Hold on," she heard Lucas call from the other side of the door and then he opened it, shocked to see her there in tears, "Peyton?"
"Lucas," she said quietly, hugging him. Surprisingly he hugged back, and to her it felt right.
"pey, what's wrong?" he asked her, both of them taking a seat on his couch. She explained it all to him, every single thing about Nathan and their night together and everything.
"Don't worry, we can get through this together, we can do it," he said, hugging her again, and she looked up at him with a look that believe him, a truthful face, a face that was once lost but now can see.
alright thats all for now, R&R! woohoo! lol, thanks for reading! ideas always welcome!
"I don't want to talk to you two," Callie spat at her parents, looking away.
"But we need to and you have to, now stay put," Lucas said sternly. Callie didn't even try to escape, her dad's tone seemed stern enough, she didn't want him yelling.
"Alright, start talking, I don't have anything to explain about real parents, you two do," she said, leaning back and crossing her arms. Peyton gave her a look then sighed, she knew her daughter had a right to say that, and she herself deserved it.
"Alright, I guess I'll start," Peyton said, seeing Lucas close up, "In highschool I was going out with Nathan, we were um..foolish one night and I found out I was pregnant with you, and my whole life changed. And when I told him he said he wasn't ready to be a parent because he had basketball, and we broke it off there,"
"Hold on, you just let him do that? Why?" Callie spat at her mom, looking kind of surprised.
"Ok, lets make this like school Cal, no questions til the end of the program," Lucas said, taking over, " Your mom had no where to go after Nathan broke it off with her, with her dad being away on a trip somewhere, so she came to me, and we worked through it all, together,"
"Over yet?" Callie asked, listening to her dad.
"No," Peyton said, carrying on, "I never wanted to bring up Nathan until you were older but when we moved here, and when your dad started playing with him again, we knew it was going to come up, and Nathan kind of told you, he said he broke down,"
"At least he told me, when did you think you were going to tell me then? Age-wise, so don't say 'older' " Callie said, shaking her head in a hurt way.
"We don't know, maybe 16 or 17, but we don't know," Lucas said, seeing his daughters face. Callie just sighed and turned away from them, not wanting them to see her face, which had a hurt but happy look on it. She almost felt like crying, not for herself though. It was for her mom, who was left alone after an accident, a good accident. She also felt like crying tears on anger, over her real father, who just left his mutual other after being scared. And look how they both turned out?
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Hot tears ran down her cheeks, her hand shaking. She breathed in and out a couple times and ran her sweaty palms through her hair. She sighed deeply, and everything came back to her again. That night that had went too fast, with too much beer and too many stupid choices. Choices like ordering that 6th beer even if you were already wasted, with that stupid fake ID that let you pass for at least 21 over your present age of 16. Other choices like moving way to far with your boyfriend, way too far.
"I-I can't be-believe this, not now, anytime but now," she cried out. So many things raced through her head, Peyton Sawyer the cheerleader, pregnant. But not anymore, it was just Peyton Sawyer, pregnant. She dropped the pregnancy test on the ground, and sunk down into a sitting postion, crying her eyes out.
"How could you have been so stupid?" she heard some voice in her head call out, most likely it was like a sign from her dad. She thought about the other couple tests she had taken earlier, they had all read out -Pregnant- or showed a little baby face. She got up and walked away from the bathroom, collapsing on her bed. At this point, she had no one to turn to. Brooke wasn't talking to her because she was always missing practice and she couldn't go to Brooke with something this big.
One other face came to her, the face of her future baby's father. Nathan Scott, the star of the Ravens' basketball team, the son of the famous Dan Scott, everyone knew him. She didn't know how she would tell him, of course he would be shocked but he would be the father right? He would take on the responsibility or maybe he would pull an old Dan Scott on her and her future baby. She didn't even know how far along she was at this point, at least one month at the very minimum.
"C'mon Sawyer, you aren't really the shy type? You're just going out like usual, calm down," Peyton said to herself as she showed up at the Scott house, erm, mansion. She had been there many times, its not like she was worried or something. It was just today, about a week after she found out, had it comfirmed with a doctor, and the day she was telling the father. She slowly opened her car door and took a deep breath, making her way up to the front door. She knew both Dan and Deb Scott wouldn't be at home on a Saturday afternoon, Dan running her car dealership and Deb off at the cafe.
She drew up all her courage and sighed, ringing the doorbell. She plastered a fake half smile on her face and quickly fixed her hair, a usual routine to meeting up with Nathan. True, they had been going out for at least 7 months now, and they were close but she still felt she needed to be a little fixed up when he saw her. A smiling Nathan opened the door, dressed in the usual gym shorts and tee shirt, it was so Nathan. Peyton smiled a bit more, a bit more real and walked in, recieving a kiss from him.
"Hey," she said back, flipping off her shoes, hugging him.
"You okay? You seem a bit, I dunno," he trailed off as she stepped up right beside him, having him hook his arm around her.
"Tired?" she asked, seeing him nod, "I've been having some trouble sleeping, it's nothing serious," He smirked his Scott smirk and she knew a smart remark was coming.
"A night sleeping here might cure that," she just smiled a bit, and flopped onto the couch with him. She leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling a bit less relaxed. Maybe he won't take it like I thought he would, she thought.
"What movie is it today?" she asked him, making him shrug.
"It's up to you as long as it isn't some chick flick or something," he said, shuddering.
"Then it's up to you," she said, having him get up and picking out some sports movie.
"Alright," he said, about to press play on the remote. Perfect timing, she thought.
"Wait, I need to tell you something first," she said, her face of worry and a sense of scare returned, thinking back to the doctor's appointment.
"What is it?" he asked, turning to her, seeing the look on her face, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I guess," she said, "But it's about us,"
"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked her, a look of despise coming to his face now.
"No, but do you remember that night we went to the bar a couple weeks ago? Or like a month ago?" she asked, trying not to look upset.
"Yah, we went to the bar and had wild sex up in my room, I can remember," he said smiling and looking proud of himself.
"C'mon Nathan, I'm trying to be serious here," she said, watching his face return to normal state.
"Ok, I remember the night, what's wrong?" he asked, a little annoyed now.
"I'm...um...I don't really know how to say this...I'm..."
"What?"
"I'mpregnantandyourthefather!" she said so quickly she wasn't even sure if she had said it properly. They just sat there in a hanging silence with tension between them, a deep tension. For what seemed like ten minutes Nathan started to talk.
"You're pregnant? Is this a joke?" he said, an angry look across his face.
"Would I joke about something like this Nathan? I'm almost a month along,"
"I can't be a parent Peyton, I'm 16," he yelled, causing her to jump up.
"Oh and it's like I'm ready to be a parent Nathan? Its obvious we both aren't ready for this," she yelled back, walking out of the room. He followed her out, still shocked at the news.
"Wait, if you're only about a month along, can't you get an abortion?" he asked, thinking that would solve everything.
"What? You think I am going to stop our future childs life because you are scared? And you aren't ready?"
"Correction, if you are keeping the kid, it's your future child not ours, because we are done Peyton, we could just solve this problem with one simple operation!" he yelled at her, causing her this time to run out of the house down to her car.
"Nathan, I can't believe you, this isn't a problem, this is a life, and whatever, I don't need you," she screamed at him, speeding away, leaving him there alone. The tears were back, falling down her cheeks. At this point she really needed someone to talk to, but no one was coming to mind except a different Scott. She drove all the way to Lucas' house, still crying. She ran up to the door and knocked madly, still crying.
"Hold on," she heard Lucas call from the other side of the door and then he opened it, shocked to see her there in tears, "Peyton?"
"Lucas," she said quietly, hugging him. Surprisingly he hugged back, and to her it felt right.
"pey, what's wrong?" he asked her, both of them taking a seat on his couch. She explained it all to him, every single thing about Nathan and their night together and everything.
"Don't worry, we can get through this together, we can do it," he said, hugging her again, and she looked up at him with a look that believe him, a truthful face, a face that was once lost but now can see.
alright thats all for now, R&R! woohoo! lol, thanks for reading! ideas always welcome!