I'm sorry my loyal readers. I was busy. Yesyesyes, I shall proceed to the Rose Warren-ness of the story. Just hold yer horses.

Chappeh 3:

Rose ran out the front door and bolted down the sidewalk. She turned down the next street and rang the doorbell at 558. No one answered the bell, so she just opened it and ran inside.

"Clara?" Rose called out.

There was no answer. Rose sprinted up the stairs and into the girl's room. Clara was on her bed crying. The TV was running, Spongebob was on.

Rose sat down on the bed next to her sobbing friend.

"Clara," Rose said soothingly, "you need to tell me what happened."

Clara took a shaky breath in and looked up at Rose.

"Well," she began, "Lucas was over a week ago and we were screwing around and then we ended up not screwing around and then we didn't use anything and then-then-th…"

She dropped off and then started crying again. Rose glared at her from underneath her bangs. The intensity of the stare was diluted a bit.

"Clara, I need you to calm down. Have you told your parents?"

"Rosalyn! Are you listening, I AM PREGNANT!"

Rose scowled a bit at being called her full name twice in less than 10 minutes, but decided this wasn't the time to nag her about it.

"Yes, Clara I heard you, honey, you need to tell someone."

Clara sniffled a few times and then seemed to regain her cool.

"If you're not going to help me, then leave." Said Clara sitting up suddenly.

Rose opened and closed her mouth a couple times in shock.

"I-I-I…" Rose stuttered.

"Go away, I don't need to deal with you right now!"

Clara marched across her bedroom and opened the door, pointing the way out.

"Fine, you can depend on Lucas to be there and support you!" Said Rose furiously.

"I can't! He left a couple days ago when he found out! Get the hell out!" Clara waved a letter, apparently from Lucas, in her face.

She snatched the letter from Clara's hand and stormed out of the house. She stopped on the corner of the street and read the letter.

Clara,

Baby, I can't deal with this right now. I have a job and other things to take care of. I'm sorry, I'm going back to California to live with my mother.

I love you,

Lucas

Rose knew for a fact that Lucas didn't have a job. He was a total scumbag, and had cheated on Clara several times. Yet every time he called, she came crawling back to him. He smoked, did drugs and hung out with some questionable characters. The ones that if you saw them in a dark alley, you would run…

Rose was too wrapped up in her own thoughts that when she crashed into someone rounding the corner, she fell to the ground.

(A/N Ahhh! The cliché-ness. Ignore it please.)

"Sorry, didn't see you there." Said Rose, pulling herself off the ground and looked into the stranger's face.

"It's my Warren guy!" Rose thought.

"I figured that much, unless you like to randomly smash yourself into strangers. Hey if that's your kink, whatever…" he said.

She managed a weak laugh.

"Only on Thursdays." She whispered with a grin.

He grinned back. "Today's Friday," he whispered jokingly, winked, and then strolled off.

Rose was weak with relief, getting this guy would be no problem. Secretly, deep down she really doubted it.

The thoughts were pushed out of her mind as she reached her apartment. Rose slipped into her room and sat down at the desk. Her computer booted up as she glanced at the picture of Warren.

"What have I gotten myself into?"

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