Alternate Story Chapter Two: A Little Twist of Crazy

(A/N: Since you all made me feel bad about the ending for this story, I'm taking it to another extreme, so read this directly after chapter one to make it make sense. And review this time people! Luv. -NL)

The worst feeling in the world is when everyone is looking at you and you don't want them to, and if you look down they'll know that they've conquered you, made you insecure, but if you don't look you won't see what they're really saying about you.

It was all just another day of high school drama where Amy was the center of it, but not really. The looks weren't sympathizing, but rather out of curiosity. Amy jerked her head forward, looking as stoic as ever, but inside her emotions were bubbling higher and higher. It was almost uncontrollable, and Amy knew what happened when she let her emotions out. She was going to have to go to 'group therapy' because of it. Idiots.

But Amy was coping better. She had to find a way, any way not to breakdown and do something stupid. Digging up her dead baby's grave was sick, disgusting, and most of all pathetic. Amy was still thinking about a lie to get her out of that one, someway that she could say anything just to get everyone to back the hell off.

Amy was still feeling the pressure and wanted a moment, a few moments where she could lock herself into the bathroom stall until she got it together. With that one goal in mind, her feet had taken off on their own, almost hurried were her steps, like she had a sense of urgency.

The only urgency was that she was about to lose it, again, thinking about her baby and Ricky and—stop it.

Amy found no solace in being in the girls' bathroom. For one, there were too many people, an aged smell of thick smoke matched with an ill-attempt of the cleaning staff to mask the permeating smell of period blood and a thick urine odor that only grew stronger each moment she stayed here.

Amy couldn't stay here. She couldn't think, which wasn't the problem since she didn't want to feel. Opening the door abruptly, and quite frankly pissed, it nearly knocked the girl walking in front of the stall to the ground.

"Watch it." The girl grumbled, picking up the scattered randomness that littered her bag and now the urine-infested floor. Amy knelt down to help, her hand lingering over something metal-like and sharp. It almost looked moist, like liquid and utterly attractive.

"Back off." The girl growled again, neglecting to pick up the item that could so easily become the 'fix' to all of Amy's problems.

When she was sure no one would notice, Amy took the knife and pressed into her palm tightly in order to hide it, as she did so she felt a stinging sensation, realizing that she had sliced her skin open. "Ouch." Rushing to the sink, Amy started to wash the blood off, but grew more fascinated with the way it sat and how quickly the blood line was becoming a puddle. She wondered how long until it would take to become a pool, if it would overflow this sink.

"Here." One of the pot girls offered Amy a towel, glaring at her with her slightly slanted eyes. She vaguely recognized her as one of Ben's old friends … Alice or something. "You don't want to go that route."

"What route?" Amy wondered innocently. She was just a little stunned by the cut. That's all.

"Cutting."

"Don't be stupid." She lashed back emotionally, disappointed that the temporary distraction of the blood had worn off and that she was now faced with her reality—an almost teenage mom who'd lost her baby girl for no reason at all. Ouch.

"Ben's my friend still you know."

"Ben and I don't associate with drug addicts."

Amy had gotten her cool back. Whatever had happened in the bathroom had turned her around. There was nothing in the world that could stop her, nothing that could bring her down except, seeing Ricky and Adrienne together. It was sick.

Fighting the nausea, she tried not to look at them all over each other, but Ricky caught her eye, watching Amy closely even as he continued to make-out with Adrienne. Amy didn't know what that was all about, but the way he was acting it was … almost as if his confession few weeks ago had been imagined, not real.

Amy shook her head, and popped in gum to stop herself from actually throwing up in the hallway right now. She was almost in the clear. Ben would come to find her soon and walk her to her last couple of classes, like he always did.

"Amy!" Lauren called after her with Madison following. She knew it was bad news. They always had bad news and loads of gossip.

"Hey girls." Amy answered coolly, towering over both of them with her insanely high heels.

"Don't kill us." Madison started.

"We just want to make sure you know." Lauren backed her up.

"What is it?" Amy pretended to be interested just so that they would get on with it and leave her alone.

"And we're not trying to hurt you or anything." Lauren added … maybe not, but they definitely wanted to see her reaction. It was sick that they were getting off on this.

"Adrienne's going to have Ricky's baby. She's pregnant. My older cousin saw her at this planned pregnancy clinic and she was gushing over it."

"That doesn't mean they're going to keep it." Amy shrugged. "And besides, why do I care?"

"Well don't you-"

"No." Amy answered firmly, chomping on her gum a little more slowly. "If you guys don't mind … I'm going to find Ben."

So that explained why everyone had been watching Amy all day. They all knew that Adrienne had been impregnated by the same guy as Amy, and they all just wanted a good show. Vultures.

Amy would be fine once Ben found her, which he did. He walked her to class, chatting eagerly, looking at her with an animated manner that would've been interesting if … Ben wasn't just inherently boring and square. Amy pressed her lips together. She had always felt that way, but she had never allowed herself to think it right there, right in front of his face.

She clung to him closely each time they met until they were walking down the hallway after school had ended that day. Thank God.

What Amy hadn't been expecting was an AmyBen vs. AdrienneRicky showdown.

"Hey A-my." Adrienne greeted her tauntingly, unable to hide the joy in her voice.

"Hi guys." Ben smiled warmly as Amy nodded at both Adrienne and Ricky.

"Congratulations on the baby." Amy forced herself to say cordially as Adrienne's face lit up.

"Excellent news right? I was scared at first but then I got to thinking… I know someone who's been through this entire thing before. Maybe she can help."

"Maybe." Amy nodded, sensing that this was more of a dig than a friendly conversation.

"Nice seeing you again." Ben interrupted. "I've got to go honeybee." He kissed Amy on the lips quickly as Ricky watched, cringing.

"Ready?" Adrienne wondered, still nestled close to Ricky.

"Give me a sec. I'll meet you at practice."

"Is this your way of apologizing or…" Amy started, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Meet me in my car again, after practice." Ricky whispered, dangerously close to having his lips touch her ear which made Amy cringe since she once would've died to have him that close to him. Now, she thought she would rather kill herself than to let him get that close again, which meant only one thing. Amy was totally over Ricky. And she had moved on from secretly pining after him to completely hating him for having the happiness that she should've had. A baby?

The feelings that Amy now felt were not despair or sadness, but hate. She was really starting to hate Ricky. For everything he'd done and would do and she was going to go straight home from practice when something occurred to her—she could get back at him, just like he'd done to her.

Amy didn't have enough time to fully settle these feelings before she found herself in his car, waiting.

"I'll take you home." Ricky offered as Amy nodded stoicly. "What happened to your…" He pointed to her hand which was freshly bleeding again. The moisture felt good against the sticky sun so she hadn't noticed.

"Crazy girls in the bathroom." She responded as Ricky carefully unwrapped her hand. More blood gushed.

"Jeez Amy. Let's see if the nurse is still here."

"So what did you want to tell me?"

"I'm sorry." Ricky finished rolling white gauze over her battle wound. The nurse wasn't there and Ricky was insistent on showing off his hero muscles. Only, it was probably out of remorse more than anything else. It was a lame apology … 'Sorry I killed your child. Let me wrap your sliced hand in return.' And maybe this faux-charm worked on the other girls at Ulysses Grant High, Amy was less cliché than that.

"Not this again Ricky. What did you do this time? Poison Ben?" Amy asked, letting her thoughts run too freely. Cool it.

"No. Adrienne and the baby."

"You should be apologizing to her." Amy watched Ricky's expression, trying to keep her face as controlled as possible. The truth? She hated that such evil people were going to get a chance to be parents when her baby had been stolen from her. It was even worse that Ricky was the father. "And that poor child who's going to be completely screwed up." She added coldly.

"I worry about that all the time." Ricky agreed, opening his car door for Amy to sit in. WTF? Ricky was confiding in her now when she was just trying to chop him down? "I mean, no one can ever replace my first born, but I … at least you were stable. Adrienne's unpredictable."

"She loves you." Amy responded back quickly. The throbbing pain in her hand was dying away and all she could hear were her own thoughts and feelings.

"Adrienne is a master at lust. She doesn't know how to love." Ricky locked his eyes onto Amy's for a moment, suggesting that there was more left unsaid to her.

"Is this the only thing we're going to talk about?"

"What else is there?" Amy asked as Ricky switched gears, speaking about how good he would be as a father. As Amy hung onto his every word, an idea started forming in her mind. The best type of pain would be to recreate their Band Camp encounter, her initial delusions that they'd be together, and even the feel moments when he tried to help out.

"I really want my kid to be something…" He explained while Amy smiled with a nod, agreeing, or at least that's how it seemed. By this point, she knew how to get revenge. She knew that it was time to make Ricky feel pain the way that she did. She knew that she'd have to get really close to him, maybe even make him love her and then yank it all away. Genius. A genuine smile made it to her face and this time, Amy knew that the truth was that she'd have to destroy Ricky Underwood and leave behind any feelings of guilt about it.

(A/N: Poor Ricky doesn't know what's coming! Hoping to see some reviews soon. :) -NL)