AN: Hi! So instead of going episode by episode and just regurgitating the exact dialogue with little to no difference and a few of the characters' thoughts interspersed throughout, I'm going to skip a lot of the filler stuff from the show. There will be some changes throughout but for the most part, will follow the general plot of the show and all of the major beats(well, i say all) and stuff. This is around the fourth or fifth episode in the series


Chapter 2: oh the horror

Amy laid in bed staring at her ceiling, falling listlessly down the rabbit hole her thoughts were now accustomed to becoming. She didn't see why she was surprised that Lauren and Madison couldn't keep their mouths shut -or at the very least quiet. Of course they immediately told everyone they knew that it was Ricky she'd slept with at band camp the second they figured it out. She was just waiting for the day when she walked into school and whispers followed her through the halls; eyes glued to her stomach, trying to tell if it housed a babe.

Amy couldn't even muster up the will to care. Either they'd get their answer when she was huge then lugging a baby around, or she would stay exactly the same and it would all just fizzle away, forgotten like just another silly rumor.

She breathed out a heavy sigh. She still didn't know what she wanted to do about... them. The thought of telling her mom didn't seize her insides in a viper-like grip anymore, but she was by no means rip-roaring and ready to spill everything to her.

She knew she needed to go to a doctor soon if she was going to... keep them, but she just couldn't make a decision one way or another. Adoption was ruled out once she looked into how many kids were already in the foster care system -she didn't need to add another- so she was left with the two extremes: motherhood or termination.

The easiest choice in the world.

God she hated that she had to make this decision, hated what made her have to make this decision. How could she have been so stupid?

Amy didn't bother to lift her head when she heard her door open and shut quickly, the sound of her parents not-so-hushed fighting floating in momentarily as Ashley flopped down next to her on the bed, adorning her same position. She was just glad Ashley figured it out. She didn't think she could go on with only herself to talk to about this -she refused to even think about being pregnant near Madison and Lauren, heaven only knows who they'd blab it to. They already had more than enough pieces of her jacked up puzzle.

In some twisted way, this whole fiasco had brought her and Ashley closer. Between her up the duff and their parents rapidly increasing spats, snaps, snide comments, it was clear this strained peace the house had settled into was on the verge of imploding. Might as well grab a buddy to try and float to safety too. That and Ashley had largely gotten over her annoying 'I'm so cool and moody' phase a bit… fine, so did Amy. Whatever.

"So, come any closer to figuring out what you want to do?" Ashley asked, turning her head to look at her sister.

Amy let out a sigh and rubbed her eyes.

"I don't know. No. Maybe?" she dropped her arms behind her head heavily, "There are just so many reasons not to have them, but..." Amy trailed off, her thoughts refusing to transfer into words.

"But?" Ashley prompted after a few seconds.

"But I don't know!" Amy said, exasperated with herself.

She turned to look at Ashley, the two only making eye contact for a second before bursting into a fit of slightly hysterical laughter, because what else were they to do.

George stuck his head in the door, staring a bit flabbergasted at the two still giggling on the bed. He floundered for a moment when their twin questioning looks fell on him as their chortles petered out.

"Um uh- you have got to come and see this, wife number one's daughter is on the news!" He cackled gleefully and ran back to the kitchen to rewatch.

The two sighed and got up to see what he was howling about with fond annoyance.


Amy leaned her head against her hand, willing herself not to throw up again. Four times was enough. She couldn't tell if it was the morning sickness or from the decision she'd finally made.

She could always have kids later on in life, right?

She should just be sixteen right now, enjoy high school and then college. Live out her youth before settling down with a baby. Preferably with someone she wants to have one with, instead of the most likely single motherhood she was looking at now. She should get to go to parties and date whoever she likes. Just be young, right?

Yeah.

Flushing the toilet, she wiped her mouth and left the stall, standing next to a crying Grace Bowman as she washed her hands and rinsed her mouth out. Amy did her level best to ignore the sniffling beside her and get the hell out of dodge, but even she had her limits. With a mental pout and sigh, she turned to the despondent cheerleader next to her -already regretting speaking.

"Are you okay, Grace?"

Grace looked at her with barely contained hope in her eyes, the need to talk to someone sympathetic overwhelming clear, no matter who it happened to be. Amy could definitely relate to that feeling as of late.

"No!" Grace moaned a fresh wave of tears falling down her flushed cheeks, "I just feel so humiliated! First Jack kisses Adrian in front of everyone and when everybody finally stops talking about it, this happens!" A pitiful sniffle escaped her alongside a shuddering breath.

"And I quit cheerleading and my parents are so, so mad at me and I broke their trust and reporters are staking out my house and I don't think it was just a kiss because he kept asking about oral sex and I broke up with Jack and they won't stop playing the clip on the news and I'm having a really bad week!" she wailed, her words coming out so quickly Amy wasn't even sure she caught all of it, let alone understood it all.

Grace just looked so sad -and slightly pathetic- standing there holding a paper towel and nearly sobbing at this point, that Amy relented her own misgivings and gave the girl the hug she obviously desperately needed.

"You forgot to add having to fight off two drunken perverts with the bottle they threw at you," she added as she ran her hand up and down Graces back in circles, garnering a half laugh half sob from her.

It took another five minutes of awkwardly standing there for her tears to cease, pulling away slowly as she wiped her cheeks and took a much-needed breath, "Thank you Amy. I don't really have any friends I can talk to about all this, besides Ricky," she said, her big wet eyes screaming sincerity.

Hearing his name brought all her previous apprehension rushing back to the surface in full force, the need to get out of that bathroom hitting her stronger than ever. She flashed Grace what she hoped was an understanding smile and quickly grabbed her things, trying not to run to the door too obviously.

She stopped at the door and turned around to say one more thing, feeling a pang of guilt when she saw the cheerleader- sorry ex-cheerleader's- slightly crestfallen expression.

"I'm sorry everyone's making fun of what happened. It was fucked up." Grace's eyes bulged a bit at her language, a huff of laughter slipping past Amy's lips, "I'm really glad you're alright," Amy said, trying to get as much sincerity in her words across as possible.

Grace smiled back earnestly, "Thank you," she said quietly, matching her tone.

Amy nodded and opened the door, making the familiar trek to her locker to get some gum and her books for next period. She snaked her way through the sea of kids absentmindedly, her minding turning over more and more reasons why she was making the right decision. The only question she couldn't even come close to an answer on, was if she should tell Ricky.

She resisted the urge to jump when she heard a voice next to her suddenly start speaking, apparently summoned by her very thought.

"So, are we doing something tonight or what?" Ricky asked as he sidled up beside her, acting as though he was merely continuing an interrupted conversation from earlier. His presumptuous question grated on her (currently raw) nerves and made her want to puke all over again.

She vaguely heard a scoff and the sound of heels stomping away in her periphery.

"Well, since the last time I checked, hell has yet to freeze over, I'm going with no," Amy retorted as she fiddled with her lock, her mind too frazzled to properly remember her combo.

"Come on Amy, you're hurting my feelings here," he said with a slight pout, glancing around. Though she noticed he deliberately abstained from looking in one particular area.

"Oh, the horror," she riposted languidly, the last digit slipping through her fingers once again.

He seemed to lose interest in the back and forth; cutting straight to, what she hoped, was his point, "You having some sort of memory problem, can't remember the locker combination? Can't remember what happened just a few weeks, almost two months ago?" he said with emphasis.

"Nothing happened," she said quickly, finally yanking her locker open and thanking anyone out there that she could grab her stuff and leave at last.

"Okay, it wasn't that great, but you were a little nervous; it's understandable-" Ricky said in a sympathetic tone, leaning against the locker next to her.

Amy cut him off with the slam of her locker, any desire to let him in on her predicament vanishing. It wasn't like there would be anything to tell him soon anyway.

Probably.

Oh, fucking hell.

"You don't understand a thing, got that?" Amy said sharply, her eyes catching on the fuming majorette at her own locker that he was purposely not looking at.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, she didn't have time for his pointless games.

"Next time you want to make your girlfriend jealous, use one of the dozen other girls you've slept with. I'm sure they have far more patience for your charms than I do," she finished derisively, stalking past him and over to Adrian.

Adrian looked up with a perplexedly curious expression, raising an eyebrow in question when Amy stopped in front of her.

"Been there, done that, still don't want the t-shirt."

Another brow joined the first.

"I have absolutely no desire to get involved with any of that whatsoever. He's all yours as far as I'm concerned. Just leave me out of whatever weird power plays you two have going on," Amy said emphatically waving her hands as she talked, "I'll see you at practice," she nodded her head assuredly before walking away to her next class.

"See you at practice," Adrian responded lightly with a bemused grin to her passing figure.

Amy couldn't believe she thought for even a second that Ricky might step up and want to be involved in their baby's life. He was just as irresponsible and careless as he seemed, to think that he wasn't gave him far more credit than he deserved.

She knew she was being a touch irrational, and that he wasn't the demon she was painting him to be in her mind, but his flippant attitude and obvious indifference towards her while she was pregnant with their child, (she disregarded his unawareness to that fact) rubbed her wrong.

Amy sighed heavily, pulling her bag back up her shoulder as she neared her class. She was just so tired of being so confused and disoriented. She finally looked up from her shoes as she turned the corner, glancing around before looking right back down at her converse.

Well, she knew one thing for sure. People were looking at her stomach.

Fan-fucking-tastic.


AN: thank you to the four people who still read tslotat fanfiction, your service is invaluable. if you have any thoughts on where the story is going, leave a review (I just may use them)