My jaw dropped and my hands grew cold. "You…what? I don't understand."

She sighed then rocked back and fourth on her heels. "It was one time, Derek…and he doesn't even remember it."

I shook my head; this was all too much, too soon. "What are you talking about he doesn't remember it?"

"We were drunk. It was after you and I got in that huge fight. He was there and we got drunk. And well," she let out a small chuckle, "He was so wasted he didn't even remember it. I'm that forgettable."

I clenched my fists, desperate to draw out all the anger in my body. Without thinking, I punched the wall. She closed her eyes then reached out for my hand.

"I am so sorry Derek. I, I didn't mean to hurt you."

For some reason, this made me laugh.

"What?" she asked as my laughing continued to grow louder. "DEREK?! Are you okay?"

I chuckled a few more times before stopping. I then quickly turned towards her. I had to tell her the truth, this had to end. "Addie, I don't love you. I've never loved you. You don't love me, and as much as you try to convince yourself, you've never did. And this…what you told me, I'm not upset. I don't feel anything, because I don't love you. You didn't hurt me…I'm actually relieved. This means we can stop pretending. We're not good for each other."

She swallowed hard then rubbed her eyes. "Are you breaking up with me?" she whispered, her voice on the verge of tears.

I nodded, not a hint of pain in my voice, "It's for the best."

A single tear ran down her cheek and she quickly wiped it off. "Don't, come on Derek please don't…" Her voice was low and filled with fear.

"You can do this by yourself, you don't need me."

"BUT I DO!" she yelled, surprising me completely. "I NEED YOU DEREK! I NEED YOU TO HELP ME WITH THIS DAMN PREGNANCY AND I NEED YOU TO LOVE ME!" She reached for my face, but I pulled her hands away. She started to hyperventilate and her body shook violently.

I grabbed her wrists and forced her to calm down. "Addison, look at me…look at me." She slowly looked up, her eyes filled with glistening tears.

I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't want to put her through this much pain, but I had to tell her. As I looked straight into her eyes, I stated, "I don't love you. I'm never going to be able to. I can't help you with this pregnancy. It's not my responsibility to help. I am not the one who got you pregnant. And I am not going to support you in any way. I still care about you, I do, and I want you to be happy. But this falls on you. Not me."

I then pushed her to the side and walked out the door.

"Did you know that I knew Meredith since she was a kid?" Mr. Webber said as he faced me in the waiting room.

I looked up from my hands and shook my head. "You did?"

He nodded, a smile spread on his face. "Oh yes. She was a feisty one. I remember one time she made a bet with these boys from the neighborhood. They were mean kids and would always bully her friend George around." He laughed a bit then continued, "The bet was if she could eat a basket of worms without throwing up, they would stop bullying her friend."

I laughed. "Did she do it?"

"Of course. She was Meredith. I remember all the kids in the neighborhood went to the playground to see her. It was quite funny actually, all the parents told her not to do it…"

"How about her parents?"

He let out a small, sad smile. "Meredith only has a mom, and she works a lot. I'm surprised she grew up as great as she did."

I looked down at my hands and finally realized why she was so closed off. Without a dad and barely a mom, it's no surprise she doesn't let people in. "How did you know how to find us? We were in the middle of nowhere."

He sat back in his chair and placed his firm hands behind his head. "I asked that sweet girl Izzie where you went. She pointed in that direction and I drove. I thought I would never find you, but there was something telling me you were out there, with her."

I felt the cool tears creep up again. "We kissed."

He looked in my direction and grinned. "I'm not surprised. She seemed attracted to you."

"Really?"

"Oh yes, every time I mentioned your name her face lit up. She's a sweet girl Derek."

"Yeah…" I wiped my nose on my sleeve then slowly looked up at Mr. Webber. I knew confiding in him was wrong. He was a teacher, a respected adult. He could get us all in trouble. But… "Addison's pregnant."

Her body was still white. Blood still invaded her hair. But, something was different. She was breathing, actually breathing. She was alive. As I leaned against the door outside her room, my chest pounded. She stirred a little before meeting my eyes. I smiled. "So is that a thing you do? Kiss guys then get shot?"

She tried to laugh but nothing came out.

"Don't talk, just rest…" I said as I walked over to her bed. I slowly reached out for her hand and squeezed it. I was not letting go. There was no chance in hell I was letting go.

A/N: Prom is coming soon!!! Yay that will be fun! Please review