I had been in town for a week without anymore confrontations with Ricky. On Tuesday, he skipped school with Adrian. Then Jordan came down with something, and I refused to leave her in my mother's care while I went to school. So, thankfully, my mother agreed to call the school and say that I had come down with something and would be out for at least two days which ended up being three. It might not have been a great way to start back at school, but I didn't really care. Finally, on Friday, Jordan's symptoms were beginning to subside, so reluctantly I agreed to go to school.

"Meet me here after school." Amy told her sister as they walked into the school.

"Whatever." Ashley mumbled giving an uncaring nod before walking in the opposite direction towards the freshmen hall.

All eyes were on Amy as she walked down the hall. She could feel redness creeping up her neck onto her cheeks. Taking a deep breath, she tired to ignore the people who talking about her freshmen year experience. She found her locker and set her books on the floor. When she stood up to open her locker, she nearly hit someone. Move to the side a little, she sent the person a slightly annoyed glare. She hated when people hovered around her. Ben smiled back unfazed by her glare.

"Hey Ben." She sighed.

"Hey." He chirped back. "Where have you been the last few days?"

"Sick." She opened her locker and put her books inside it leaving out one binder she needed for her first class.

"Oh, are you okay?" His voice was filled with concern.

"Yeah."

"What you have?"

She just shrugged. "Some stomach bug. It passed. I have to go." She pushed past him.

"Okay, bye!" He called after her. She turned around still walking backwards and gave him a small wave.

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First period ended, and her next class was right next door. So she did an amazing job of avoiding everyone as she slipped into the next room. That class passed the same as the first on did. But before third period, she had to go to lunch. Even though, she was hungry she searched for another way to waste an hour. She thought about getting in the car, speeding home to see her baby, and get back by the time the next bell ran. But she was worried she wouldn't be able to make it. So she grabbed the bagged lunch she packed that morning and slipped out the back door. The football field was empty except for a few guys tossing a ball back and forth. She sat down at the top of the belchers and leaned back against the wall that ran along the top. She let her eyes shut hoping that some of the stress would go away, and the headache that was quickly starting to form would disappear.

Unfortunately for her, she felt someone sit down beside her. Opening one eye, she glanced over. When she noticed it was Ricky, she jumped to her feet. He sighed and looked up at her. She grabbed her bagged lunch and started to head for the stairs. He grabbed her arm. "We need to talk." She turned to look at him. Her eyes fixed in a cold glare. He just stared back at her with a small smirk. His grip loosened, and she swiftly pulled it out. She turned towards the stairs. "Amy, come on."

"Just leave me alone, Ricky. I have…" She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "We have a good life without you."

He watched her run away. His body was frozen as her words soaked in. This was what he wanted, right? He wanted his kid to be happy, but he didn't want to have to take responsibility… right?

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This chapter might seem a little bit like a filler or whatever, sorry. But I'm working on another chapter right now, so more will come soon.