Jack sat in his room thinking about Ruthie.
She brought in so many labels.
His thoughts of Ruthie would not cease to an end; they were like a thousand specks of glitter sticking to one's hands. Like he would shake of the thoughts as if they were sparkly dust, he bobbed his head and thought of school, sports, and anything but Ruthie.
Let's see how the Red Sox are doing.
A click of a button turned the television on and sent Ruthie out of Jack's longing mind.
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Martin was troubled. It didn't take much thought for him to grab his coat and walk over to the Kinkirk's home. He knew that Kevin would help him deal with Sandy. Nobody should have to deal with something like this, but what could he do? Upon reaching the door, he shivered and knocked lightly knowing Savanah was probably asleep by now. A white fog rested in front of his mouth as he breathed soft breaths.
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Sandy gently cradled Savanah in her arms thinking of how sweet and perfectly innocent she looked. Walking gingerly towards Savanah's room, Sandy laid her down in a crib.
"Goodnight Savanah," Sandy smiled and kissed her soft head of light blonde hair. She rubbed her tummy and thought of the day when she'd be putting her own baby to sleep. Sandy hoped her baby was as cute and cuddly as Savanah. As she tiptoed out of the room and tenderly closed the door, she heard a light knocking.
That must be Kevin and Lucy. Why wouldn't they come around the back though?
Sandy hurried to the door wondering what kept the Kinkirk's from coming around to the back. She slowly turned the knob and opened the door. Bouquets of glowing roses loomed in on her cheeks as she saw Martin standing in front of her.
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Ruthie, Ruthie, Ruthie, Ruthie…
Jack found himself tracing the letters of Ruthie's name on his homework. This had to be stopped. How come all of a sudden he decided she was the right girl? He was the one to break the date with her.
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Jack's POV
I thought about calling Ruthie, but what would I say? Maybe she's not really over me. Maybe somehow she's thinking about me as much as I'm thinking about her.
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Ruthie pushed the buttons on the telephone in a familiar order. The line began to ring.
"Hey, it's Martin, leave me a message. I'll get back to you."
She sighed and tossed the phone on her bed. A small yawn made its way to Ruthie; she crawled to her bed and pulled herself up on it. Her eyes closed. It was only seconds later one could hear the soft breaths she was taking as her stomach moved up and down.
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As the large wooden door to the Kinkirk house opened and revealed who the opener of the door was, Martin wished he had at least called first.
"M-Martin?" Sandy stuttered.
"Sandy, is Kevin home?" he asked not making eye contact. Sandy had gotten over her little dream that she and Martin would get married and live happily ever after. Martin was an irresponsible teenage boy who wouldn't take credit for his actions. However, as she saw him standing in front of her, regret filled her body. Martin brought back those memories, and she just couldn't stand to see him.
"I'm babysitting while they eat out," she answered with a frustrated tone in her voice.
Martin stared at Sandy's large stomach.
"So, this is actually…real?" he asked pointing to her stomach. Sandy rubbed her tummy.
"Seems to be," she answered confidently, "and Martin, I don't mean to be rude, but you have been absolutely no help at all. You avoid me. You hate me, but Martin, look at this," she said rubbing her stomach, "this is a real living thing. We made it. Now, if you don't want to be involved, that's fine, because I don't see how you could help anyways."
"Look Sandy, this is not my fault, and I don't feel sorry for you! This was eventually going to happen to you, you know that. Sleeping around with guys isn't safe. I just happen to be the unlucky guy that got you pregnant. And I admit, what we did was stupid, but I didn't intend to even do this. You got me into this," Martin stood in front of her, watching tears slowly roll down her cheeks like hard raindrops in a thunderstorm.
Sandy wished she wasn't crying, but she couldn't help it. What Martin said had hurt her, but she wouldn't take that crap from him.
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As Lucy and Kevin drove passed their house, headed for their driveway, they saw an irked Martin, and a sodden Sandy.
"Oh no," said Lucy.
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Sandy's POV
Is that Kevin and Lucy's car? Crap. I wiped my tears from my luster pink face. I was a mess. Suddenly, anger overwhelmed me, and I couldn't control my hand. As if I were preparing to give someone a high five, I raised my arm in the air and slapped Martin on the cheek. Soon I realized what I had done and found myself struggling to hold Martin's fists away from my body. In defense, I stabbed his toes with my foot. The next thing I knew I saw a worried Lucy running up behind Martin, and a raging Kevin following behind her.