A/N: Oh my god, I'm back! I honestly thought I was going to abandon this fic. I had no ideas or inspiration for it. But I didn't abandon it! Yay!

This chapter is dedicated to KimmySaurus and cookiedough205 for adding my story to alert and favoriting it, respectively. Now, you're probably wondering why it's them in particular. Well, yesterday [okay, it's 3 am, it was technically 2 days ago], I got an email about this story in regards to each of these users. Later that day, I was hit by some major initiative to write this story. I think, subconsciously, it's because of them and those emails. :) So thanks for having faith in me, despite the fact that it had been 3 months since I updated. :P

Anyway, without further ado, here ya go:

November 15, 2009

I walked through the hallway, my eyes scanning the people around me. They were whispering. About me. I knew it was about me.

Some people would stare at me while they talked to someone else, others would try to discreetly point. But I knew they were all talking about me.

I was four and a half months pregnant, and the bump on my normally thin figure was excruciatingly noticeable.

I got to my locker and started to get my books out. I took a bite of the cheeseburger that magically appeared for me every day at that time—half way between breakfast and lunch—and then closed the locker door, burger in hand.

I jumped when I saw a face where the locker had been open.

"Alex." It was Parker.

I smiled nervously. "Hi, Parker! Cheeseburger?"

"Where did that come from?" he asked, staring at the burger for a moment before returning his eyes to mine. "You know what, never mind. We need to talk."

I tried to act nonchalant as Parker began to lead me outside to a more secluded area. "Whatever, more for me," I told him, taking a bite.

"Alex, forget about the burger! I need you to tell me something really important. Are you pregnant?"

My chewing slowed. I knew he was going to ask that, but it still shocked me to hear the question come from his mouth.

I swallowed my food and looked away, over Parker's shoulder. My eyes focused on a squirrel running up and down a tree a couple dozen feet away.

"Tell me, Alex. Don't you think I have the right to know?"

My voice was hoarse as I held back tears. "Yeah," I replied, nodding slowly.

"Yeah, as in you're pregnant?"

I nodded again, sure I wouldn't be able to get another word out quite yet.

"What are we going to do?" Parker asked softly, grabbing my hands. "It is my baby, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I told him softly. "Yeah, she's yours."

Parker hesitated. "S-she?" he stuttered.

I nodded. "I found out yesterday. Um...but you don't have to worry...about doing anything. There's nothing for us to do."

Parker looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'm," I started, trying to gain the courage to tell him, "I'm not keeping her."

His face fell. "Oh. Well..." Parker struggled for the right words to say. "I don't get a say in this?"

I stared at my feet. "I can't have a baby at sixteen, Parker."

"Too late, Alex! You're already pregnant; you can't just give away our baby without discussing it with me!" he yelled, becoming increasingly frustrated.

"Actually I can, Parker. I'm the one who's pregnant. We're not married. I have the only real say in the matter. Besides—our baby, Parker? Oh, come on! You practically abandoned me after we slept together! You and I barely have anything."

"Maybe if you would have told me about you being fucking pregnant before you started expanding enough that the whole school is talking about it, we could have had something. I could have helped you!" Parker argued.

"I don't want to be your pity girlfriend!" I screamed at him, my hormones in full throttle. "I don't want you to be with me just because you knocked me up! I don't want that kind of relationship, okay? You didn't want to be with me four and a half months ago, and I know you don't want to be with me now. Just cut the crap, okay, Parker? I'm putting the baby up for adoption, and you're not going to change my mind."

I turned and walked away from Parker, leaving him speechless for several moments. I was not blind to the crowds of people who had gathered around us and now surely knew—without a doubt, as it was confirmed straight from the horse's mouth—that I was pregnant.

"Get the hell away from me!" I heard Parker scream from behind me. "It isn't any of your damn business!"

I wiped away tears from my eyes as I made my way to class, for once being one of the first ones there.

July 5, 2010

I cross another day off the calendar. It's now July 5th. My daughter was born three months ago.

God, how I wish I could see her face. I never got to see her. My heart feels empty. It's like there is a huge hole, and the only thing that can fill it is her.

I love her so much and I never even met her.

Thinking back, I wish Parker did have some say in the adoption. I wish I never gave her up. I want to hold her in my arms.

It's 3:47 in the morning. I haven't slept well in the last three months. My mind can't get off of her. I want her to be my baby, not somebody else's.

I wish I knew her name. I didn't name her. They did. Her...parents. They didn't tell me what name they picked.

It might be harder if I did know her name though. I might hate the name and think "I would have named her this."

In case you're wondering, I would have named her Emily. I've always loved that name. Emily Abigail. I picked out names for when I had kids when I was thirteen. I didn't expect I'd have one so soon. But it didn't matter. I didn't get to name her anyway. But I know that now I can never name a child of mine Emily. Because it seems like that belongs to her.

I stare at the ultrasound picture. Tears stream down my face, and I am on the verge of sobbing. She was so perfect, and I just let her go. I've never regretted something so much in my life.

A/N: Yayyy for an update, right? :) Hope y'all liked it. :D I think there should be another one soon. I'm still feeling inspired. :D