"Spin, I'm sorry about the other night," TJ was standing in the door way to the kitchen while I stirred a pot of beef stew for dinner. All I've been craving is beef stew, so I had Mom teach me how to make it. "I don't want you to feel like I'm not attracted to you."

I dropped the ladle into the pot and turned to face him, glaring.

"Teej, I'm a whale. What once was a five foot, ninety pound girl is a five foot, one-sixty-five pound girl!" I screamed. "I'm not pretty! I'm breaking out in acne, my feet are huge and swollen, I have gas worse than your dad, and I'm a raging, hormonal bitch that cries over her own toothbrush!" In the heat of my rage, I grabbed a towel and threw it at him. I only saw red.

"Spin, what the hell?"

"You don't like what I've become? Maybe you should have worn a condom!" I screamed.

"Maybe you should have swallowed like I wanted you to!"

The moment he said it, I knew he regretted it. His eyes got big and he started to back up into the dining room.

"How dare you." I hissed. I turned off the stove and pushed passed him.

"Spin, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," He followed me into the living room. "Please, it just slipped."

I stopped and turned so quickly, he nearly ran into me.

"Just slipped? Just. Slipped. I see, so it was something you've been holding onto, holding back and protecting me from your real feelings about this pregnancy." I poked his chest. "You don't want this baby any more than I do, don't you? If you didn't want me to have this baby than why didn't you let me get rid of it?"

"Because you didn't want to do that!" He poked me back, and I reverted back to my old, self-defending me, and punch him in the chest.

"Don't. Touch. Me." I growled. I turned and grabbed my jacket. "Don't call me, don't text me, don't look for me. I will find you when you're ready." I grabbed the door and stormed out.

How dare he?

Sure you didn't over react?

Whose side are you on?

I'm just saying, TJ doesn't know what you're going through.

He shouldn't have said those things to me...

I understand Ashley, but he doesn't understand that you can't control your emotions.

What ever. Just go away!

My mind when blank. Maybe I'm schizophrenic. No way.

I start heading towards my parents house. It was only six in the evening, so there was some sunlight left, peaking over the evergreen trees inbetween houses. When was the last time I smiled or laughed? When was the last time I had any real fun?

"Spin! Hey Spinelli!" Nick Riley runs down his porch and I stop walking.

"Why is it that you are everywhere I go?" I asked, folding my arms.

"I'm not in your shower, if that helps?" I glared at his smug smile.

"Funny,"

"What do you want Nick?"

He looked down at me with a smile on his face. It didn't matter how mean I was to him, how rude I could be or how cold I was, he always smiled at me. And for some reason, that bugged me to no end.

"I was mulling around town and came across these," He held up a pair of Smashing Pumpkins concert tickets. "I was wondering if you and your man were a fan, if so, you can have 'em."

"Why won't you go?" I asked, sensing a trap.

"Notice I have two? And I am only one."

"Right, but what about the person you've had on your mind that keeps you from sleeping? Ask them to go." I said, about to walk away.

"Do you want the tickets or not?"

"Not. TJ and I aren't speaking right now. He dug himself a hole he can't get out of at the moment." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Well, how about I give you one ticket, and I will take the other ticket and then you go to the concert and then I go to the concert and if we happen to run into each other, maybe we won't look like lonely losers going to a concert alone." He smirked.

I sighed. Wasn't I just wondering when the last time I had fun? It's like Nick is a mind reader or something. I look at him skeptically and reach for the ticket.

"Oh, hey, wouldn't it be more economically friendly, if we carpooled, since we're going the same direction anyway? We can save gas and the world!" Nick laughed at his suggestion.

"I guess..." I said. "Hey, when is this concert anyway?"

"Now," Nick grabbed my hand and took off towards his car. He opened the passenger door for me and I got in. I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face.

I know now that when I stepped into Nick Riley's car, my whole world would be turned upside-down. But at the time, I was young and blinded to truly see that someone really loved me and that he would do anything for me, even though he's an idiot.

Now, you're probably wondering, is she talking about TJ? The father of her child? The one she's been with since day one of their social lives in kindergarden? The jerk who can't ever say the right thing at the right time? Or is she talking about Nick Riley? The guy who has, surprisingly, been there when she needed someone? Who constantly puts a smile on her face? Who has shockingly handsome features? But who also annoys the piss out of her?

That, my friends, is a very obvious answer and I shun you for not realizing it now. But I'm sure you want to hear the story of how I managed to break one heart and fill another all in one night. This is how I went into labor...