I woke up the next morning, the early afternoon sun shining in small rays through the window next to my bed, that I had duct taped a British flag over. I groaned groggily and swung my legs over to the floor and rubbed my eyes. I ran a hand through my bangs and got up, throwing a black t-shirt on over my naked chest and some black sweat pants over my boxers and left my room.

I headed downstairs, Cece and Bullfrog's voices filled the house. They sounded like they were arguing over something, which they never did. I walked into the kitchen, concerned with what was going on.

When they saw me they froze. Cece had her pointer finger jabbed into Bullfrog's chest, and she dropped her arm awkwardly. My dad had his arms up in a defensive way and tried to look more casual as I walked further into the kitchen.

"Good morning…" I said, raising my eyebrows at them. Cece turned away from my dad and turned towards the kitchen sink and pretended to be scrubbing a dish, but I could see the sink was empty and the breakfast dishes were already piled into the drying rack.

"Good morning." Bullfrog said, his voice sounding oddly formal and forced. I stepped around him and opened the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice.

"Eli, it is two thirty in the afternoon." Cece said. "It isn't the morning anymore."

"Sorry. I was out late last night." I said, pouring the juice.

Cece cleared her throat in surprise. "Really? Where did you go?"

"A school dance. I told you that's where I was going last night before I left." I said, pouring the juice into a glass, rolling my eyes at her.

"Oh… sorry I must have forgotten about that." she said. "Did you have fun? Did you go with… anyone?"

Cece and Bullfrog were aware that I didn't like to talk about Clare. And usually, I talked to them about everything. Clare was a painful topic to talk about, even more painful then talking about Julia. But I guess Cece still assumed that Clare and I would eventually get back together. She was wrong. After everything that happened, even I didn't have any hope for us anymore. But then again, I'm not the most optimistic person ever…

"I went with Adam." I said simply, sitting down at the table. Cece turned around and sat down across from me. Bullfrog sat down at the other end of the table.

"Well… that's nice." Cece said, forcing a smile.

I laughed darkly. "Yeah. Sure."

Cece reached out and touched my hand but I pulled my hand away and dropped it under the table.

"Baby boy, I know you don't want to talk about this stuff, but I'm sure you'll find another girl-" I cut her off.

"Please Cece, not now." I groaned.

She nodded. "Sorry."

There was an awkward silence. I sipped my juice.

"So… what's up with you two? You looked to be in the middle of a… predicament when I walked in." I said, glancing at them.

I didn't really keep much from my parents and they usually didn't keep much from me. Trust me, they told me tons of things. Things I didn't want to know most of the time, if you catch my drift.

"Oh…" Cece cleared her throat and shot Bullfrog a look. "It's nothing. Just taxes."

"It's summer. Tax season was a long time ago." I said.

Cece looked at me, obviously uncomfortable. "Eli… it's nothing you need to worry about."

I sat up straighter in my chair. "If I didn't need to worry, you would have told me what it is."

Bullfrog folded her hands on the table. "Just tell him."

Cece looked at him in shock, promptly burst into tears and left the kitchen. Bullfrog and I stared at the threshold that went into the hallway, where she had gone, in shock.

Bullfrog dropped his gaze to the floor. "Eli… maybe I'd better tell you. Your mom is very upset because… she's expecting."

I felt the blood drain from my face. I had heard the story a million times, my parents had never wanted children. I was a mistake, they didn't put it that way, but I was an accident. They always made it clear that they were happy they had me as their son, but they weren't going to have any more kids.

"What?" I cried, jumping up from my chair. "Well… well why were you two arguing?"

Bullfrog sighed, his face scrunched up. "She wants to… terminate the pregnancy and I didn't want her too."

"Abortion?" I said, my voice rising. "Seriously?"

"She is pretty positive that that is what she wants to do. I can't stop her."

I gripped the table, accidentally knocking my glass over. "She's your wife! You should have a say in what she does!"

Even though I wasn't religious, I still didn't believe in abortion. And I thought my family felt the same way.

"Well, not this time. Another baby gone…" he muttered.

I could tell he regretted the words as soon as they were said. He looked at me in panic.

"Another baby gone?" I repeated in shock. "How many times as she done this?"

"A few times." Bullfrog said.

I looked at him, and chucked the orange juice glass into the wall and ran towards the front door and ran outside, slamming the door behind me.

I couldn't believe this. Cece, multiple abortions. And they never even told me?

I shook my head as I walked down the sidewalk, barefoot. I hadn't even realized I was heading towards school until I walked into the parking lot.

Then I spotted her. The girl from the band last night. She was dragging an amp out of the front doors, by herself. She turned around and spotted me, and looked surprised. I felt myself start to get nervous, all thoughts of my parents instantly vanish.

I felt stupid, and like a stalker. First of all, I was barefoot and only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. My hair was probably something similar to a rat's nest. And here I was, halfway across the parking lot, staring at her.

I started walking towards her. Maybe I could redeem myself by helping her. I stopped at the bottom of the front stairs.

"Hi." I said, awkwardly. "Need help?"

"Uh.. yeah sure." she said uneasily, staring at me. "Do you usually come to school in the summer like you just fell out of bed?"

I chuckled nervously. "Sorry. I just kinda… got upset with my parents and left the house like this. I don't know why I came here."

I walked up the stairs and grabbed the amp and helped her carry it down the stairs. She was still staring at me uneasily.

"I see. Parents will be parents." she agreed as we set down the amp on the ground. "I'm guessing you go to school here?"

"Yeah." I said. "Do you?"

"No. I go to Bardell. I just played the dance last night with my band." she said. "Wait… I think I saw you there. Were you in the front by the stage?"

I nodded. "You guys were really good."

She smiled, the corners of her bright pink lips crinkled upwards. "Thanks. I don't know why Sav asked us to play at your school. Do you guys not have any of your own bands at Degrassi?"

I shook my head. "Not that I know of."

She nodded. "Wanna go back inside? I still have to get two more amps and a guitar. My bandmates were too lazy to clean anything up last night."

"Sure." I said, following her inside the school. The school was eerily silent as we walked towards the gym. She opened the door and held it open for me and we stepped inside.

Clare and Alli stood on the other side of the gym, cleaning up streamers and trash. Clare paled when she saw me walk in.