Three days had passed and Lola still had no real plan. Even worse, outside of Lola's internet history, her dog Fernando and her Magic 8 Ball, nobody else in the world knew she was pregnant. Lola knew she wasn't handling this right, but how was a sixteen year old supposed to? Everything she read online said to reach out to friends and find a support system, but who was going to support her once they found out she was pregnant with Miles' baby? She'd be a martyr. A single, pregnant, friendless martyr.

Lola shifted uncomfortably as she stood against a set of lime green lockers waiting for Miles to exit class. Maybe if she just talked to him, not even about the pregnancy, she could get some clarity on how he was feeling and it would help her make a decision on what her next step should be. All she knew was that continuing to keep things to herself was only going to hurt her.

The bell rang and classroom doors began opening. Miles was one of the first ones out. His eyes fell on Lola and he immediately looked as if he would rather see anyone else. That stung.

"Can we…" Lola started shyly, her voice almost too quiet for Miles to hear.

Not that it seemed like he was listening, anyway. He was avoiding eye contact, looking above Lola's head and scanning the hall.

"Can we talk somewhere?" Lola tried again, this time with more power in her voice. She knew that they couldn't be romantic with one another or even get too close in public, but he could at least give her human decency and not ignore her.

Miles glanced down, finally focusing for a moment on Lola and allowing his gaze to linger on different parts of her face. He definitely paused for a moment to stare at her mouth. For that few seconds, Lola almost felt a fraction of their old spark return. She wondered if Miles felt it too. Maybe that was why he backed away, leaning his tall, lanky body awkwardly against a locker keeping a safe distance away from Lola.

He observed his surroundings again, probably trying to make sure nobody who could get the wrong idea was watching, then he finally spoke. "What's up?" Miles asked.

"This isn't really something I want to talk about...here." Lola said, swirling her finger in the air in reference to the chaotic and congested halls of Degrassi. "I've got a spare period... don't you?" She pretended she didn't remember Miles's entire schedule, but she knew it like the back of her hand. "Can't we go somewhere, just for like an hour? No funny business, I swear. I just want…" Lola paused. She didn't want to give Miles the chance to back out. She needed to make it clear that this was important. "No, I need to talk to you."

Miles's eyes had been focused on the ground, but they darted back up for a moment, examining Lola with confusion and concern. "Hey, Miles!" A voice interrupted, nearly causing Lola to jump out of her skin. Zoe Rivas approached, eyeing Lola with a mix of caution and contempt.

"Grace just texted me, apparently Simpson needs to go over the contents of the play ASAP. Why don't you get that out of the way before you head to the hospital to visit Tristan?" Zoe looked at Lola pointedly as she mentioned Tristan. As if Lola could have possibly forgotten that Tristan existed.

Taking this as an opportunity to escape and avoid his problems, Miles immediately obliged. "Right. Let's go. I'll talk to you later, Lo." He paused, registering the accidental act of familiarity he had committed by using Lola's pet name and feeling the need to remedy it. Awkwardly. "-la. Lola. I'll, uh… talk later, okay? Play emergency. I'm sure you understand."

"Wait!" Lola called out as Miles began to walk away. "I helped write I.M Hope… If there's a problem, shouldn't I be involved too?" Truthfully she didn't really care to sit in on some boring meeting with Simpson. She wasn't going to allow Miles to push her away, though. Especially not now. She just needed a few minutes alone with him. No distractions, no eavesdroppers, no Zoe, no Tristan, just Miles and Lola.

"Zoe… five minutes?" He asked.

Zoe reluctantly obliged, backing up a few feet but keeping an eye on the conversation.

"What could be so important, Lola? You know that we're not supposed to hang out outside of the play." Miles spoke hastily. "Zoe has been giving me loads of crap about you and I just can't hear it today..."

"It's none of her business." Lola responded. "I just need to talk to you."

"She doesn't care if it's her business or not." Miles said. "It's Zoe. She's never cared about that. All she knows is that her best friend's boyfriend keeps disappearing to spend time with someone who isn't him. She's not happy with me."

Lola sighed. She didn't need to be reminded that she wasn't wanted. He was finally giving her a minute of his time, but he still wasn't listening. "I'm going through something really hard right now, Miles. I really just need to talk to someone about this." Lola said.

Miles shook his head and put a shaky hand to his forehead. "I can't be the one who listens to all of your problems anymore..." He trailed off, distracted by an alert on his phone. "I'm sorry. I gotta go. Maybe talk to Frankie or someone?"

Lola exhaled sharply as she watched him walk away, wiping the beginnings of tears from her eyes before they had a chance to mess up her mascara. She knew that getting understanding and support from Miles during this time wasn't going to be easy, but this conversation had only driven more of a wedge between them. She leaned up against a set of lockers for a moment, wanting to collapse and slide onto the floor and lay there in defeat.

"Are you okay?" Zoe intruded once again, her voice popping into Lola's eardrums unexpectedly, causing her to flinch. "Sorry. I was watching."

"I know you were." Lola responded, skipping the usual chipper tone she spoke with. She didn't have energy for that today. "And no, I'm not."

Zoe seemed taken aback by Lola's lack of niceness. "I couldn't hear whatever you guys were talking about, just so you know. No privacy breached."

Lola narrowed her eyes. "No privacy breached?" She shot back.

Zoe and Lola never got along particularly well, mostly due to Zoe's horrible attitude and past self-serving behavior. Her recent attempts to guilt Miles away from Lola had only managed to sour Lola's feelings toward Zoe more.

"You were like, two feet away." Lola spoke with a voice barely above a mumble.

"I'm protecting my friends. I don't know what you and Miles are doing, but something is off." Zoe spoke boldly, then looked around sheepishly, seeming worried about people listening in. "Just let him help Tristan heal, Lola. Please. There are plenty of other guys at Degrassi."

"You don't know anything about what's happening!" Lola exclaimed defensively. She hated the way holding a secret like this was making her feel. Anxious, guarded, uncomfortable… it was all negative, and Lola hated negative. Negative made her stomach hurt. She didn't want to feel this way for another day, let alone nine whole months. "If you had just let me talk to Miles for five minutes I could have…" Lola stopped herself.

She wasn't even sure what she was going to say if she got alone with Miles. Days of agonizing and researching and practicing, and she was still winging it when she approached him. Maybe this was just an impossible situation. Maybe it was better if he just never knew.

Zoe waved her hand in front of Lola's face, bringing the blue-haired girl back to reality. "You could have what?" She asked. "Whatever it is, Lola, I'm sure it's not that bad."

"I'm pregnant." The words escaped Lola's mouth loudly and clumsily. Lola's hands immediately clasped onto her mouth with shock. She couldn't believe she had said it out loud, and to Zoe Rivas of all people. Her brain and body must have been tired of holding it in.

Zoe took a step back, clearly shocked. "You're…" She took a moment to process, blinking rapidly and looking Lola up and down. A mix of realization and disappointment played across Zoe's features as she fully connected the dots. "Miles." She said. "You're… with Miles'..." The keywords pregnant and baby refused to escape Zoe's lips. Lola understood. The words didn't come easy. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know what to do." Lola admitted. "I thought if I talked to him I'd be less confused, but he doesn't have time for a conversation, let alone a crisis. Maybe it's better if he just doesn't know at all..."

"You need to try again. Talk to Miles." Zoe urged, taking Lola by surprise. "You're right, it's not ideal, but he deserves to know. I can set up a private meeting." Zoe's tone and attitude was unlike anything Lola had observed in the years the two had been in one another's social circles. For once, Zoe just seemed to want to help.

"Why aren't you like… mad at me for this?" Lola asked, allowing herself to question the strange occurrence.

Zoe, hesitant to open up, let the words hang in the air for a moment and contemplated, then began opening up to Lola. "My mom didn't really give my dad a choice... or even a chance when it came to having me. She didn't tell him I was conceived. Now, obviously I don't know much about my dad or whether or not he would've wanted me or not, but… I know Miles. I know he would want to know. And he definitely deserves to know, no matter what you decide to do. I just don't want you to go through something this big alone."

"What about Tristan?" Lola responded, posing the question she didn't want to ask. Zoe's words were bringing great comfort and doing a lot to make Lola feel like she wasn't alone, but this situation was more complicated than a simple conversation. "Miles doesn't even have time for a five minute conversation in the hallway, let alone doctor's appointments and baby mama drama and whatever else could come with… this." Lola motioned to her still-flat stomach as if the pea-sized thing inside of her was already producing a sizable bump. "This is the last thing he needs. It's just more drama."

"This isn't drama, Lola. This is a baby." Zoe spoke seriously in a hushed tone.

There weren't many students left grazing the hallway, but there was still great potential for eavesdroppers so the two girls had to watch their volume.

"Look, it's your decision. It's your body. It's your… you know…" Baby.

"But technically and biologically speaking, it's his too. If this were just some random stranger who knocked you up, someone who didn't really care about you, I'd say it's none of his business. But Miles cares about you. We both read his play. You were his Hope. I love Tristan, but I can't act like you didn't help Miles through the worst time of his life. I just don't want to see him self-destruct if he were to ever find out later on. I think the guilt of not being there for you through something like this would really mess him up."

Zoe's words brought a lot of comfort to Lola. It wasn't what she was expecting at all, but it was exactly what she needed. "You said you could set up a private meeting or something?" Lola said meekly.

"I can set that up in the next few days." Zoe said.

"Thanks, Zoe." Lola replied, allowing a slight smile to creep onto her face for the first time in what felt like days. It wasn't much, but every little bit of levity helped raise Lola's spirits at the moment. "Should we... hug or something?" She added sheepishly, unsure of how to proceed after the unexpectedly sweet moment between the estranged pair.

"Do you… need a hug?" Zoe responded, seeming to be reluctantly willing to provide the action if really needed.

Lola thought for a moment, then scrunched her nose and smiled faintly again. "Nah, too weird." Lola replied, and Zoe let out a joking sigh of relief.