I think I only got 2 reviews for the last chapter *cries.* Well, this is the longest chapter. And my favorite, I think. I hope you all like it! R&R! – Alice xoxo

Chapter 3:

I woke up a few months later crying. I didn't know why, though. I had been doing that a lot lately. And also I have been peeing a lot, as well. Thinking about it, I was suddenly aware of the pressure in my lower half, so I rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

When I was finished, I suddenly felt like I was going to be sick. And I did. What was wrong with me? I started crying right there in the bathroom. I went into my room slowly to go back to sleep. Just before I went under, I realized something. I had missed my period…

I woke up a few hours later crying and seriously in need for the bathroom again. When I was finished, I called Jazzy. I was supposed to go over to his house that day. But I had to tell him that I wasn't feeling up to it.

"Alice," he said when he answered. "Are you coming over? I gotta go to work in a few hours."

"No," god, my voice sounded awful. "I don't feel good. I'm sorry."

"It's ok, baby. Do you want me to take the day off? I can come and take care of you."

"No, no. It's fine. I don't want you to see me like this. Oh, and before I forget, what's Bella's number? I have to ask her something. Girl stuff."

He gave me the number. "Why? Is everything ok?"

"Mhm, I just have to ask her something."

"Ok, honey. I'll let you call her. I love you."

"Love you too. Bye." I hung up the phone and then dialed Bella's number. She answered after the second ring.

"Hello? Who is this?" She asked into the phone.

"Bella. It's Alice. I got your number from Jazzy. I had to ask you something."

"Ok. It's fine. What's up?"

"Uhmm…yeah. I missed my period. Do you know of any reason why I would have?"

"Uh, ya, your pregnant."

I shook my head even though she couldn't see me as I thought about this one rainy day a few months ago…

"No…" I said, nearly crying again, "no… it's impossible."

"Did you have unprotected sex?"

I couldn't answer, I had started to cry. "Y-yes"

"Don't cry, Alice. I'll meet you at the store. We'll buy a test. I'll buy it, if you want."

"O-ok, I-I'll meet y-you at t-the store in a f-few minutes." It was hard for me to talk because of my sobs.

"See you," Bella said before hanging up. I layed down on my bed and lifted my shirt a little and stared at my belly button. Is it possible that there was a baby inside me? I rubbed my hand over the skin before I pulled the fabric back into place. No, I didn't believe it was possible.

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I paced the room with the box of the pregnancy test in my hand and tears moistening my face. Bella sat on my bed, saying things like, "Its gonna be ok, Al," but I remained unconvinced.

"I'm scared, Bella. What do I say to my mom? What do I say to Jazzy?" I covered my face with my hands and cried.

"Don't worry, Alice. You haven't even taken the test yet. You don't even know if you are pregnant yet."

I was only half paying attention. The other half was paying attention to my protesting bladder. I knew that if I went to the bathroom, I'd have to take the test. So I decided to pretend the pressure I felt wasn't really there.

When I couldn't fake it anymore, I looked at Bella and said, "I have to go now."

"Go? Go where go?"

Seriously, Bella? "I have to pee on this stick." I held up the box as I spoke. It sounded so weird saying it like that; even if it was true.

I made my way into the bathroom and did exactly what I told Bella I was going to do – I peed on a stick.

Just a minute or so later, I was back in my room – pacing again. The test took a few minutes to show the results. A few more minutes to add on to the stress that was about to make me implode.

"I think it's time to check it," Bella eventually said. With those words, I burst into a fit of hysterics. Nothing she said could calm me down.

"P-please c-can y-you che-check it f-for m-me?" I could barely talk because of the sobs. Bella nodded and went to look at the stick, which I had placed on my dresser. She just nodded and went over to look at it.

I held my breath before she spoke, ready to sigh in relief or to try not to scream when she said what the result was.

"Oh my god," she said first, turning around to face me. He eyes were starting to fill with tears. "I'm going to kill Jasper."

With those words, I knew what she saw on the test. A little pink plus sign. It wasn't until that moment did I realize that yes, it was possible for me to cry harder. "N-no," I choked out. "D-don't h-hurt h-him. I-it's m-my f-fault."

"Don't worry, Alice," she whispered. "We'll figure something out. What do you want to do? Abortion? We don't have to tell anyone, you know? It could be our little secret. We'll never even have to tell Jasper…"

I shook my head and then lifted my shirt a little; running my hand across the flesh. Yes, it was possible for a life to be growing inside me, because, yes there was a life growing inside me. The thought was so bittersweet.

I closed my eyes and whispered, "no, I-I think I want to keep it." Right when I said "it" I didn't picture an "it." I pictured a "he" a boy. One that looked just like Jazzy. With the same wavy blonde hair and grayish-green eyes.

"Well, you can think about it."

Bella watched me cry for a little while longer before saying, "Look, Ali, I have to go see Edward now. Make up your mind on what you want to do and let me know."

"I said," I nearly screamed. I had to calm down. "I said I want to keep him." Oh, great, I had started crying again.

"Fine," she said, getting up and heading for my bedroom door to leave, "But you have to tell Jasper."

Bella left me alone in my room. I had to tell Jazzy, yes. But I also had to tell my mom. How could I tell her though? This is her proof that I was, in fact, a whore. Who got laid by ever guy she met…

"I'm not a whore," I whispered to myself. Its true, just because some teen gets pregnant, it doesn't mean that she's a whore. I mean, I've only had sex once.

I heard the front door open and then close. My mom was home now, from where ever she was. It was time, now or never, to tell her.

I made my way down the stairs and faced her. "Mom?" I said shakily. I wasn't going to cry, I thought.

"What?" she asked rudely.

"I…I'm pregnant."

My mom looked at me as if I told her I'm BFF's with a pink unicorn that grants my every wish. Like I was crazy.

"Your what? Pregnant? I KNEW it, Mary Alice. I knew that one day one of the guys you slept with would knock you up. I bet you don't even know who the father is, do you? With all the guys you sleep with…"

"No, I know exactly who the father is. I've only had sex once." I was being surprisingly calm.

"You are a LAIR, Mary Alice. You sleep with every damn guy you meet," she said. Then she stared at me, as if deciding what to call me next. But she didn't say anything at first. She pushed me really hard. I fell back and hit my head against the wall and nearly went unconscious. I started crying. I tried to get up. I wanted to run away but my mom hit me and I fell back again.

"Get out of my house, Mary Alice. No daughter of mine is going to run around like a little whore. Get. Out"

I stood up as fast as I could but my head was pounding. I staggered to the door and right before I pushed it open, I heard the last words I would ever hear from my mother. "Why did I ever give birth to you? I shoulda listened to my boyfriend and gotten an abortion."

Her words hurt worse than any other pain I had ever felt. Like a knife – several knives – stabbed into my back and all at once, and someone twisting them. I'd take that a thousand times for this.

I cried as I walked slowly. I didn't know exactly were I was headed. I found myself at a park. What was I going to do? Would Jazzy let me stay with him? I hoped so.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the time. 6:47. Jazzy should be home from work by now. I dialed the number and he answered quickly.

"Hey Ali," he said, "I was just going to call you. Are you feeling better?"

"I need…" I was going to tell him I need a place to stay. But I couldn't. I just wanted him. "Jasper?" Huh? Why did I call him that? I knew it was his name. That's what Bella and Edward and that girl in Port Angeles – Maria – called him. But I always called him Jazzy. I started crying then. Really hard. Harder than I ever have in my life, I think.

"What's the matter, baby? Don't cry."

Him telling me not to cry – somehow – made me cry harder. "Jazzy. Please can I stay at your house? My mom kicked me out…"

"Wha – WHAT? Why, sweetie?"

"Can we talk about it when I get there?"

"Yeah baby. I'll see you in a few. I love you."

I sobbed a few times. "I love you, too," I whispered before hanging up the phone. I began to walk to Jazzy's house.

Just a few minutes later, I was there. My safe place – in Jazzy's arms. "Ali, baby. What happened? You gotta tell me, babe. What's wrong?"

I had to make sure he wouldn't be mad at me. "You promise you love me?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, forever and always, sweetheart."

I sighed and told him the whole story. About how I called Bella, and we got a test – which I showed to Jazzy. I told him about what my mom said to me.

When I was finished telling the story, I let Jazzy hold me while I cried into him. "After what your mom said," he started, "I guess an abortion is outta the question? And speaking of which, she's heartless to think that, honey. I love you."

"No," I said, "no abortion. I want to keep him."

"Him? It's a boy?"

"I don't know. I keep seeing a boy when I close my eyes."

"You love him already?" I nodded. "Ok, if you want it, Ali, we can keep it." I looked up at him. "We just gotta talk to my mom about you staying." I must have looked scared because he also added, "Don't worry. I'm sure she'll be fine with it." Then he took my hand and led me to into the house