AN: Thanks to those who reviewed! Just as a note, I'm gonna write this chapter in first person. I don't know if I'll continue to do it though, let me know what y'all think!

"What?" Lucy asked running into my room

"You're what!?" dad said following behind her.

"I'm pregnant…" I said again, tears rolling down my face.

"How did this happen?!" mom screamed. "Who did this to you?"

"I" I started.

"You must have been raped, that's why you didn't tell us," dad said, jumping from one thing to another. "Are you on drugs? How could I've not seen it?"

"I'm not on drugs," I said calming myself down, "and I wasn't raped."

"Then who, who, Savannah did this to you?" mom asked.

"Tim," I said, not telling them that it was possible to be a number of guys.

"Tim?" dad asked, "Tim?!"

"Yeah…" I said softly.

"How… Why… When did this happen?" mom asked.

"I'm…not sure…"

"You're not sure? How don't you know?!"

"I" I started, I didn't know how to tell them.

"I can't even… I don't even… I can't look at you" dad said, storming out of the room.

Mom and I stood at opposite corners, sobbing. I knew mom couldn't believe that this was happening, and I wanted to disappear. I knew what she was thinking, Savannah had always been a good girl. She never does anything wrong. How did this happen? Where did we go wrong?

Neither of us could speak between their sobs. Even if we could, what would we say? I'm sorry I got pregnant, it was an accident? What could mom say to her pregnant 15-year-old daughter?

Mom stared at me, I stood there in my pajama pants and just say no sleeping shirt, my face was blotched from crying.

"Tomorrow you'll go to a doctor," mom said, storming out of the room.

A doctor? What does that mean, 'a doctor'? Is she going to take me to an abortion clinic? No. She would never do that. She'd rather me give it up for adoption. Wait… what do I want? I don't know if I can even have this baby. Let alone have it then put it up for adoption.

I heard mom and dad yelling back between each other. I couldn't tell exactly what they were saying, and I couldn't tell you. I'm sure they were saying something about how irresponsible I was, or that I'm protecting someone who forced me into having sex. They would never understand that I had sex of my own free will, and that at the time, I enjoyed it.

I don't even know how the partying started. I remember the first party I went to, about 6 months ago.

Hilary, my best friend, was a closet party-er since 9th grade. I couldn't figure it out, but she was. I remember that she finally invited me to one of the parties, and I was unsure about going. I'd never been to anything besides a birthday party in my entire life. My family's conservative and aunt Mary was the only one known for her partying.

Hilary helped me make up a lie to tell my parents, we'd be staying at Katie's, our other friend, house and probably wouldn't be back until late in the afternoon. My mom let me go, but not without a fight. She didn't want me following in Mary's footsteps, not that she was as bad as everyone thought she was.

She finally agreed, and I was ready to experiment with drinking.

The first party, Hilary had to watch me the entire night. She was the "responsible drunk." I made-out with complete strangers, and I loved it. I felt free. I had escaped from my parents and they couldn't stop me from doing whatever I wanted.

It was about a month after the party that I started hooking up. Hilary had left me alone, she went with some guy that she had never meet before, I stayed with another guy, a senior I think, maybe he was a junior…

Anyway, things were getting hot and heavy between us, and he knew of an empty room. We went up there. I lost my virginity in a room that I had never been in, with a guy I hardly knew. I wasn't proud of it, but I didn't care. I was drunk.

From what I can really remember from the first time, it really wasn't that enjoyable. Probably because I didn't even know the guy, all I did know is that his name was Jake.

After that, hooking up did become more fun. I didn't allow myself to become as drunk as I was the first time. Sometimes, I wasn't drunk at all that's the only time I really enjoyed it.

We learned about sex in school, and how to protect ourselves, but I don't think any of us were associating babies with sex. Well, this was a wake-up call. None of the other girls from the parties ever had anything like this happen to them, I think. Even if something did, we didn't talk about it, ever.

I can hear mom crying in the other room now; dad's not saying anything that I can hear. I don't even know how I'm going to explain any of this to them.