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Chapter 7

Amy looked out the window as they drove silently through the rain. Drops of water slid down the glass, emanating with the pain inside of her. The civil war with her mind was becoming unbearable. It completely evaporated whenever John was around, but now that he was at Day Care she couldn't avoid it. Tell Ricky. Don't tell Ricky. Back and forth, the depths of her mind bickering over and over again.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, glancing at her before focusing once more on the drenched road.

"N-nothing important," Amy replied, never retrieving her gaze from the gray sky.

He came to a complete stop at the stop sign and turned to look at her fully. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," she brushed the hair from her eyes nervously. "Just drive."

"Amy, you only ever stutter if something is really bothering you. So just tell me," he said, concerning stacked tightly in his tone. He reached out for her hand, but she pulled it away. Her good hand reaching the door and opening it.

She jumped from the car into the pouring rain, quickly shielding her cast with her long dark coat. "I w-want you to go to Stanford! I w-want you to leave me alone and stop pretending you w-want me just because I have your son!"

She slammed the door shut and started fast walking to the school. They were only a block away. The car strolled beside her slowly, he rolled down the window.

"Get in the car Amy," he said firmly. "You're not walking in the rain. You'll get sick."

She stopped in her tracks and spun to face him. "I'm sick of you! Now drive!"

His face fell and he hesitated, but eventually drove away. Slowly at first, then he disappeared into the school parking lot.

If it wasn't for the mass of soaking kids, Amy's running makeup would be the clear sign to the hurricane inside of her. And if it wasn't for the company inside of her, she would have felt entirely alone.

Ricky pulled into the parkinglot, and slammed his hands against the steering wheel. "Dammit!" He shouted, his anger shielded by the thunderous rage outside. There was a dilligent tap on the passenger window and he turned hopefully only to find Grace.

He unlocked the door and she climbed inside, escaping the cold rain. "Ricky," she breathed. Her makeup was drizzling down her face.

"Grace, what's wrong?" he asked, water falling from her face even after she escaped the rain.

"I've tried so hard to keep it. She trusted me, but I told her if she didn't tell you I would," Grace raced through her words. "And don't get me wrong, I love her to death. But, she is the most stubborn girl in the entire world! And normally I wouldn't mind keeping her secret, but lately it's been too much. All of it's too much. And I hope she'll forgive me-."

Ricky interrupted her, "Who are you talking about?"

"You can't leave her!" Grace said, ignoring his question completely. "Not right now. Not with everything that has been going on. She loves you and you love her. I see it. The whole school sees it! It's not just because you have a kid; it's because you two were made for each other," Grace exhaled sharply and looked Ricky straight in the eye. "You can't leave her."

"What are you trying to say, Grace?"

Grace closed her eyes and her lips parted the truth that had been weighing her down quite a bit. "Amy's pregnant." But, it still wasn't enough. Now that her mouth was open she couldn't stop. She couldn't help but blurt out the real pain that had been drilled into her brain. "It was Adrian."

Her eyes popped open guiltily, but the second piece of information never crossed his mind. It was too cryptic and forgettable. "Amy's pregnant." He repeated. Then, it clicked. The reason she had been so distant. The reason she had wanted him to leave. All of it.

Amy wiped her eyes dry in the bathroom and threaded her fingers through her hair, softly shaking beads of rain out of her hair. She gripped the sink, holding herself up with the cool marble. She pulled herself together as best she could and slipped into the hallway. Her heavily casted hand colliding with someone the moment she exited the bathroom.

Adrian grimaced at her. "Watch it," she blurted rudely.

Amy didn't know if it was the sudden feeling of protection she had for her unborn child, or if it was the fact that nothing was going right today, but either way she was done with feeling horrible.

"Maybe you should watch it," Amy retorted, crossing her good arm over her stomach.

Adrian raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but her surprise did not erase her irritation. "What did you just say to me?"

"I knew you were stupid, but I had no idea you were deaf as well," Amy snapped. Immediately regretting her words. What had gotten into her?

"Hey, don't take your love problems out on me," Adrian sneered. "Just because you are a horrible girlfriend doesn't mean you should be a horrible person as well."

"At least I'm not a slut," Amy replied, her eyes skimming Adrian's small amount of clothing skeptically.

"Do you wanna go?" Adrian responded, her lips pursed with annoyance. She took a step towards Amy. Amy proceeded towards her as well. Adrian reached out to push Amy, while Amy was prepared to do the same, when a strong arm wrapped around Amy's waist and pulled her back.

"Not happening," Ricky said holding Amy to him. Adrian glared at the two of them and then abruptly turned and walked away, exaggerating each hip movement greatly. "You know what else isn't happening?" Ricky whispered in her ear, still not releasing her. "I'm not leaving."

"But, Ricky-," Amy began.

"But, nothing," Ricky replied. "I am not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever."