AN: *Sigh* I know...I haven't updated in about 1,000 years. *hangs head in shame*

~Chapter: 3~I Couldn't Do It~

(Macey POV)

I couldn't do it.

How could I?

I could never kill something so innocent—someone so innocent.

So…yeah…..I kept the baby.

She was a girl.

Or…a Gallagher girl.

So, I guess it was pretty cool.

I wasn't sure how I was supposed swing the whole spy-school thing, though. (Because I know that being a spy is hard. Being a girl is hard. The whole pregnant thing was definitely hard. But, I wasn't really sure about the whole pregnant-spy-girl stuff.)

So, tomorrow me and all my classmates would be returning for my last semester (ever!) and what the hell was I supposed to do about it?

Not even Cam knew I kept her. When should I tell them? Should I call?

Well, it'd probably be better in person…right?

So should I meet them somewhere?

I dialed Liz's cell.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Hey, can I meet you guys somewhere so we can talk?"

"Yeah, we are actually eating at the super-duper expensive and fancy hotel you made us stay at. Why don't you come waste some of your father's money with us?"

"Sounds like a party. I'll be there in a few."

"Okay, bye," said Liz, before hanging up.

Okay…so, sneaking out again…I guess it couldn't be that hard. (I am a spy, after all.)

My parents ended up seeing the paper by the way, and apparently thought the appropriate punishment was grounding me…So, I was in my room…"packing."

I blasted some music, locked my door, and pushed my bed in front of it—just in case those other sad excuses of people that also took up oxygen in my home decided to use their brains for just once.

I slid open my window and climbed out (as quickly as a girl wearing 5 inch heels ever could) and landed gently on my feet. I hopped the backyard fence, landing in my neighbor's yard.

I ran across the grass and tapped on Nick's window.

He was one of my best friends. I grew up here, so we were really close.

"Come in Macey," he said as he opened the window and I stepped inside, (I guess he still remembered our secret knock).

"Hey, Nick," I said as I sat on the edge of his couch, "What's up?" I asked smiling evilly.

"Well...nothing much, except…would you like to explain something to me?" he asked as he held up one of those dreaded magazines.

"Oh…" was my brilliant response.

"Talk," he said, simply.

"Well…I …it's just…um…you know Preston?" I finally stuttered.

"Winters?"

"That's the one. Um well. Me and him…had a…mishap? …Um and Cammie was…um…there..to well…support me?" I said, a single tear dripping down my face.

"So you were the one getting it?"

"Yes," I quietly answered, "But I didn't end up getting one. I just couldn't do it. I don't think I could ever live with doing that."

By now I was full on sobbing, tears streaming down my entire face.

Thank the Lord for waterproof makeup.

"It's okay, Macey," he said as he scooped me up and cradled me—crying into is shoulder, "It's okay."

I just cried.

I let it all out.

I cried because I didn't know what was next.

I cried because I didn't know what everyone would think of me.

But most importantly, I cried because I didn't feel alone; like someone actually cared—that I wasn't alone in this.

"So…" he started when I'd calmed down again, "that means you're pregnant?"

"Yeah."

"You don't look like it," he said as he rubbed my belly, soothing me.

"It's only been a week and a half."

"I'm so sorry," he whispered as he pulled a strand of hair away from my face and rested his head on top of mine, which leaned against his shoulder.

"Why?" I asked.

"Well," he paused, "because . . . I love you Macey. . ."

I thought about that for a minute . . . and I did love him—too.

"I love you, too, Nick."

We sat quietly for a minute, until he broke the silence.

"So, I doubt you were just coming over here to socialize . . . any other motives, Mace?"

"Yeah. I need to steal your car."

"Excuse me?"

"I wasn't gonna bring it back . . . but since we had this fun little talk . . . I'll consider it," I said, winking.

"Macey, Macey, Macey, always high jacking cars that aren't hers . . . what are we going to do with you?"

"Haha . . . well this time, I'm grounded . . . and I need to see my friends before I get shipped off to school again tomorrow . . . so can I have the keys or do I have to pick the lock?"

"Here you go," he said, handing me the keys, "but be careful."

"Bye," I said, grabbing them, jumping off the couch, and climbin gout the window.

Hopefully . . . the girls would still be there, waiting.

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