That Was When He Saw Her Chapter 8, a 7th heaven fanfic

Life got particularly hectic after that party. Wilson only had time to see Becca once in the month between then and states. Although they weren't exclusive and had never really been on a date, they were the talk of the school. The boys at SCBA gossiped just as much as the CGP girls did. Everyone wanted to know if Becca was the cause of the official falling out between Wilson and Richie, who Becca was, and how a freshman was ever able to steal a senior's girlfriend. People Wilson didn't even know would come up to him in the hallway and ask him pointed questions about what was going on in his life. It was very odd.

The semester was also coming to a close, and Wilson's grades weren't too great. Some of his teachers were willing to give him the benefit of the doubt since he was a swimmer, but a lot of them didn't. His Spanish teacher, Seniora Hernandez, really had it in for him. She thought it was despicable how athletes got to coast by on occasion, and insisted on failing him to prove a point. He'd pass all of his tests with a strong C, but he'd fail all the projects because she hated him. The rest of his classes were going terribly, too. Except for his solid A average in math, his best subject, he was running a C in everything else. It wasn't that he wasn't trying, he just didn't have the time to swim and study. Plus, when you are that in demand, your schoolwork takes a backseat to keeping your popularity up. His little affair with Becca had ended up skewing his views on everything.

Home was the only constant in his life. His mother had returned from Chicago, but his dad was still never home. He'd continually make promises to Wilson about being places and doing things that he would never keep, and Wilson just got sick of all the lies he was being fed. He spent as little time at home as possible. He would go to school, swim, and then stay out with his friends until it was time to go home and go to sleep. He went to the Thursday and Friday night parties, and really got caught up in the whole stereotypical high school existence.

Wilson sat in his bed the night before states. States was on a Saturday, so he had to be home by 10:00 on a Friday, which was unheard of. He laid back and stared at his ceiling. He thought about his life since he had started high school. He never imagined it would be this way, and he couldn't really admit that he was happy. Unhappy, no, but he wasn't happy either. He decided that he needed to make some changes. Nothing too major, but his life needed more purpose and direction. He placed himself back in his middle school frame of mind an remembered what he thought high school was going to be like. He was dead wrong about everything. There was no reason, though, that he couldn't scale back a little bit, and have something closer to that idealized existence that he came up with that past summer.

That was what came of that interval between regionals and states. Wilson began to loose himself, but made a conscious decision to pull back before it was too late and he couldn't change it. Satisfied with his decision and convinced that he was really maturing, he fell asleep.

States proved to be a lot harder and a lot more anxiety-riddled than regionals were. Unlike the puny competition at regional, people here were really good swimmers. They were really going to have to try their hardest to win, otherwise SCBA might be forced to relinquish their title as California state champions. And that was not an option.

Wilson looked around at some of the schools. He knew for a fact that some of them weren't that great, but others were just as good as they were. The more he thought about it, though, the more he decided not to think about it. If he could win the relay and his 400 free for his team, than he would have done all that he can do. Everything else is in the hands of the rest of his teammates, and correlates directly to the performance of others- that he definitely could now control.

His father had told Wilson straight out that he wasn't going to be able to make it to this meet, which was more of a relief than a crushing blow to Wilson's ego, and he didn't count on having Becca show up, so before the meet he arranged for one of the sophomores to drive him back, since no one was really taking the bus back anyway.

Wilson was out by the pool when Coach Abrams came over to him. "I was scouting the other guys, and none of them come anywhere close to your fifty-five second time. You've got your individual set, and the same for the relay as long as the rest of 'em don't mess it up too bad for you." Wilson nodded. "You look like you're going to puke. You OK?"

He nodded. "Yeah. It's just nerves."

The meet started twenty-minutes later and the crowd quieted. The only time they would make noise would be right when the race was about to end, or when Wilson's name was announced. Either they were afraid or jealous, but either way he was the talk of the event. And rightfully so, he thought. If some other kid was ten seconds faster than the competition, he would be concerned about him, too.

Again, Wilson won the relay for his team and smoked the competition later in his 400 meter freestyle event. The team as a whole only lost two events, coming in third on a fly and second on a back by Tyler. They awaited the results that confirmed what the boys already knew- they had won states hands-down. Everyone cheered and clapped. For the millionth year in a row, the Southern California Boys Academy's swim program came through. No one could have been happier.

The team went out for dinner afterwards to a local restaurant and then trekked the two hours back from central to their part of southern California. Scott drove Wilson back to his house and, when they pulled up, a car was parked in front of the house.

"You expecting company?" Scott asked.

"No. Uh, that's Becca."

"O-oh. I'll leave you two alone then." Scott playfully pushed Wilson out of the car and backed out.

Becca got out of her car and went over to Wilson. Her arms were crossed and she looked cold. Wilson put his hand on her arm and kissed her forehead lightly.

"What are you doing here?"

"Did you win?"

"Yeah. I won both my events and we came in first."

"Good." She sounded distant, like she really didn't care.

"So is that why you came? To see if we won?"

She shook her head. "No, not really." She looked down and then back up at him. "I have to talk to you."

Uh-oh. "Have to, or want to?"

"Have to."

Wilson brought her over to his front step and squatted down. She sat on his left. Tears whelmed in Becca's eyes but she quickly blinked them away; she was stronger than that. She focused on her breathing- in and out, in and out- and repeated to herself the way she decided to do this. Quickly, firmly, resolutely. In all actuality, she really hadn't thought this through. Becca never thought anything through all the way.

"Wilson, I'm pregnant with your baby." She just blurted it out and closed her eyes, afraid of his reaction.

The look on his face was of sheer bewilderment. "W-what? No. No you're not."

"Yes, I am. I found out two weeks ago."

"What? Two weeks ago?" he ran his hands through his hair. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want to screw up states for you. I knew they were important- to you and to the whole team."

He still didn't grasp it. "Are you sure it's mine?"

"Wilson!" She hit the side of his arm.

"What? We never took a pact of exclusivity or anything. I don't know what you do when you're not with me."

She sighed in aggravation. "It's yours. Since we had sex that first time I've only been with you."

Five minutes elapsed before Wilson spoke again. "Look, um," he cleared his throat, "I've had a long day. I think I'm just going to go to bed. I-I'll call you." He stood and went into the house, leaving Becca outside all alone.

Becca let out a long, frustrated scream. "I hate guys!"

That Friday, there was yet another party to celebrate a victory for the SCBA swim team. Richie threw it this time, since he was the captain and he felt he lead his team to victory. Less people showed up than at the last swim party, but the turnout was still decent.

Wilson knew the party was happening, but didn't plan on going. That was, of course, until staying in his room became too much for him. His thoughts engulfed his being and that was all he could think about. Becca. A baby. Sex. The last four months had changed his entire life forever. He had never been more confused in his life. What Wilson did know, however, was that he had to talk to Becca and try to make some sort of sense of this. She had known for longer and kept it a secret; he had no idea how she was possibly holding up.

He walked in at a quarter past nine and prayed he wouldn't run into Richie directly. They still weren't speaking to each other. Actually, the only thing he was hoping to get out of this was to see Becca. He felt she was here. She had to be; his life wasn't that bad.

He ran into about a dozen people that he knew that wanted to party with him, but he just kept walking. He figured either Becca was drowning her sorrows in alcohol or in another guy. Fortunately for Wilson (and unfortunately for the baby), he found her doing the former.

She was wearing red, and her back was to him. He walked up behind where she was sitting and snaked his hand in front of her, taking the cup out of her left hand.

"How many of those have you had?"

She stood up and turned around. "Look, just butt out, OK? I don't-" He took her arm and started leading her out of the house. "What are you doing! Let go of me!" She started screaming as she went past people. "Help! Help! I'm being attacked!"

He smiled politely at his peers who were giving him strange looks. "Exactly how many of those did you have again?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. A few."

"A few…dozen perhaps?"

She started laughing hysterically once they got out on the lawn. "You're funny."

Wilson grabbed her face and looked into her eyes. "Bec-Becca, look at me." Her eyes went to his. "Good. Now, uh, I'm going to walk you home, and then we'll talk tomorrow, OK?"

"Anything you want."

They went down the street. Becca only lived about four blocks away, so the walk would only take ten minutes. Wilson figured he would use this opportunity to talk to Becca without getting as much sass since she was pretty drunk, at least drunk enough to be pleasant.

"So…have you really known you were pregnant for weeks?"

"Yup, weeks." She stumbled over her feet and Wilson caught her before she fell.

"And why didn't you tell me?" He wanted to see if she lied to her before.

She became slightly annoyed. "I told you already! Because of swimming." Her words were slurred. Becca stopped dead in the middle of the street and turned to look at him. "You have a chance to be something great. I don't. I didn't want to ruin that for you."

Wilson was quiet until they finally reached Becca's house. He walked her inside and she told him his parents weren't home. He knew that was just an invitation for him to spend the night, but he wasn't about to take her up on that. Instead, he carried her up the stairs and put her in bed, rolling her onto her side.

She reached up and touched his face as if she were blind. "Thank you, sonny."

He laughed at her. "Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow, OK?"

"…'K."

A/N: You know, it really stinks writing a story beforehand and then posting it on here after. I have no idea where this is at, what the readers have read and not read- I feel so disheveled. …She's already pregnant? That was fast. OK, well I'm just ranting for no reason. I'm done now.

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