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Chapter 6

Adrian shifted on her heels back and forth, looking out the balcony with a thoughtful look in her eye. The sun was melting away and the sky was darkening. It was her favorite time of day, and yet all she could think about was Ricky. She couldn't push herself to venture out and find a muse. Only one person was settled into her conscience. And that person was extremely difficult to win over.

But, Adrian was slightly relieved at what occurred earlier. Sure, he would be an entire state away, but that didn't mean there weren't colleges in California she couldn't attend. Amy certaintly couldn't. She was planted to this town like tree in the dirt. Rooted by her academics and son.

She checked the time on her thin watch. Before she could punch in his number, his voice sounded behind her.

"I don't think you'll be needing my help afterall." Ben announced, coming to stand beside her in the dimmest part of day. "I walked into work today, to talk to Ricky, and found Amy and him in a heated argument. I think everything will work out just fine for you," he commented bitterly.

A cursed smile crossed her plump limps, "Don't be so negative, Ben. This will work out perfectly for the both of us," she looked up at the heavens with a taunting grin. "Ricky will be mine, and Amy will be yours."

"I can't have Amy," Ben snapped. "Not after what happened the other night."

Adrian rolled her eyes, "Don't worry Boycavich. I've taken care of that. Grace won't speak a word of it."

"And if she does?" Ben asked, nervously rubbing his arm. "And if she goes to the police?"

Adrian turned on him rapidly, "That. Is. Not. Going. To. Happen."

Amy slammed the bathroom door shut behind her, and slid down the door, pulling her knees to her chest. Tears pulsed from her eyes and she inhaled sharply. She could feel his presence on the other side of the door. He was like a magnet, always pulling her to him in an unbearable way. She squeezed her eyes shut and threatened her lungs to level out.

"Amy," he said gently from the other side of the door. "Amy, will you just listen to me?"

She bit her lip, fighting the urge to rip open the door and run into his arms. He picked Stanford over her. She shouldn't be surprised. How could she have expected him to pick her over an Ivy league? Yes, she was pressing him towards the school, but that was the right thing to do. Wasn't it?

Well, it didn't feel so right anymore. "I'm pregnant," she whispered. He couldn't hear her through the door, but the pressure on her chest lightened immensily once the words were free.

"Open the door, Amy," he called. She didn't move. Fresh tears poured down her face, but moving was the last thing her body felt capable of. "You have five seconds to open this door before I break it down."

"You wouldn't dare," she breathed out.

"Five," he began carefully. "Four. Three-," Amy jumped to her feet and unlocked the door. Then she turned away from it quickly before Ricky swung it open. She wiped her eyes dry, trying to hide any sign of distress.

"I'm not going to Stanford. I just said that so Adrian would get off my back," Ricky tried to explain. "I would never leave you, Amy."

"You should go," Amy said with as much strength as she could.

"You don't mean that," Ricky reasoned, taking her shoulder and spinning her towards him. The redness of her eyes was impossible to miss. "Ames," he began, pulling her into his strong embrace, the veins in his arms popping out with how tightly he held her. "I promise I won't leave. I promise."

She squeezed her eyes shut holding him closer to her. But, the more she wanted him, the less she believed she deserved him. She pushed him off and exited the bathroom. "We don't want to be late," she stated, not entirely thinking of school.

Grace yawned, checking the alarm clock and springing from her bed the instant her mind grasped the time. "Oh no!" She rushed to her dresser, slipping into the first outfit she could find and racing out of her room and down the stairs.

"Grace," her mother exclaimed, nearly being knocked over by her very worried daughter. "I thought you were already on your way to school!" Grace shook her head frantically and ripped her keys off the shelf, and slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Bye mom," she muttered, quickly sprinting to her car. She only meant to glance at her cell phone before igniting the car, but the message from Amy left her breathless.

'I can't tell him.'

Grace sighed heavily and shook her head sadly. She hadn't planned on making this Monday stressful. She always thought having a relaxing start to every week was the key to staying happy throughout all of school. But, now, she had a new task to add to her list. Amy couldn't tell him. Grace understood, she really did. But, if she was in Ricky's position she would want to know. And Grace wasn't going to let him leave unwarned.