A/N: Thanks for all the great feedback! Here is the second chapter, a little bit longer but still a bit short. Sorry for the short-ness, by the way. And remember: REVIEWS ARE GOOD FOR YOU. xx Sally
"Amy, I found the address for the planned parentalhood clinic." Amy's mother, Anne, sat at the computer scribbling something down on a sheet of paper. When Anne handed it to her, she held it like it was a holy relic.
"You don't have to do this if you don't want to," Anne said, replying to the look on Amy's face. "I'm always here for you, and your dad and your sister are, too."
"What help would they be?" Amy said, her voice cracking. "They've never been through this. They never had to carry a child around when they were just fifteen."
"Oh, Amy," her mother sighed. She enveloped Amy with her arms and brought her close, stroking her brown hair. "It's all going to be okay. Everything will be back to normal soon."
Amy broke away, face buried into her tearstained hands. "No, it's not, Mom!" she cried. "Look at me! I'm fat. Really fat. How will I be able to live with myself after the baby? Everyone's going to look at me and say, 'Oh, that girl had a baby!'"
Anne sat down at the table. Amy had been doing this for months. Of course, mood swings and random moments of crying were part of being pregnant. But Amy had never seemed to get past the news and start taking charge of her life and her baby's.
She gave Amy a stiff one-arm hug, rubbing her daughter's back. "It's okay. Let's just go; it'll be easier once we get there."
Amy gave out a huge sigh. She snagged her jacket from the coat rack and trudged outside against her will.
I should have said no, Amy thought when they arrived. I should have never agreed to come here! Everything about the clinic was awkward and rigid. The atmosphere was tense and nervous, and everyone couldn't help but glance at each other, see who was the most pregnant. Amy came a close second to a girl of about seventeen, who seemed to be in her ninth month already.
The doctor who was helping everyone called out names of people. They went into her office for a half hour and came out with a bunch of flyers.
"Amy Juergens?" she called, but just then the door opened and there stood Ricky. Amy was struggling to get up when she saw him.
"Ricky?" she cried, falling back down to her seat. "What are you doing here?"
Ricky looked around at the group of teenaged mothers. "I—uh, I just came here for condoms," he said finally. "I…um…yeah. See?" He snatched a box up from the counter and waved them in Amy's face.
"You didn't bother to use these with me, huh?" she said stonily. Anne rushed her past him quickly, before this evolved into something else. Ricky followed her and spun her around as Anne walked into the office, unaware that her daughter was not with her.
"Listen, will you just stop blaming me for everything?" Ricky said quietly and darkly, gripping Amy's arm. "It's your fault too that this happen. You could have stopped me if you want."
Amy loosened her arm out of his grip. "It's the guy's responsibility to wear a condom. What, after getting me pregnant you decide to use condoms? I bet I'm not the first one you've…knocked up." She winced as she said it. She hated to use those vulgar terms. Ricky opened his mouth to protest, but Amy held up her hand to stop him. "Don't even bother. You're nothing to me now." With that, she strode into the office, shutting the door so hard she could hear the cement inside crumble.
Ricky stood there in the lobby, lost and desolated. He cursed under his breath, threw the condoms at the main desk, and stormed out.
A/N: Thanks for all the great feedback! Here is the second chapter, a little bit longer but still a bit short. Sorry for the short-ness, by the way. And remember: REVIEWS ARE GOOD FOR YOU. xx Sally