Quickly scribbling her name down at the top of her paper, Emily glanced up to the board in the front of the room. It had been a few days since her sort-of-a-date date with Aaron, and she was trying her best to keep her mind on her work.

They had seen each other in the hallway every day they'd been in school since then, she was pretty sure Aaron had done his best to make that happen, and every time the younger teen saw the football player, his smile seemed to grow wider.

But she had missed a few homeworks and had spaced out during some of her classes. Her mind was always on Aaron and she knew she needed to fix that.

"Hey."

Looking up, Emily's head whipped around and eyes widened when she heard the familiar voice. "Hi," she stuttered. "What are you doing here?"

Aaron shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't want to wait until the end of the year to be in health so I switched into it now. I don't want to have to stay in extra classes for the last of the year."

The fifteen year old tried for a smile, seeing how happy the older boy was to be sitting next to her.

"So what are we learning?"

Emily cleared her throat, gesturing up to the chalkboard where the teacher had stopped writing. "Reproduction and safe sex."

The teacher, looking to the class from her spot in front of the white board, caught the chatting couple in her view. "New boy, what's your name?"

Aaron put a small hand. "Aaron Hotchner."

"Oh, our star quarterback. Why don't you and Ms. Prentiss come up and be part of our little presentation?" Sensing heir hesitation, the British woman clapped her hands. "Come on now."

Emily, keeping her eyes off of her mew friend, gulped and walked up to the front of the classroom.

"As I was saying, when a couple, heterosexual or not, is to have sex, there can be consequences. There are multiple diseases, some treatable and some not, and there is also pregnancy." She set a hand to Emily's shoulder. "Ms. Prentiss, can you explain how one is to become pregnant?"

The fifteen year old tried her best to ignore the snickers from around the rom. "The egg gets fertilized by the sperm, and it takes nine months to full develop."

"Into," the British woman smiled, taking a doll from behind her back and placing it into the high schooler's arms, "a baby. This little baby is the best example of the consequences associated with unsafe sex, and sometimes even instances when contraception is used. This is our new project."

Aaron looked up to the woman who stood just behind him and his new friend. "We're supposed to be parents?"

Emily's eyes widened.

"Well since you two were getting acquainted during my teaching, you two are now teen parents together. You are to take this baby everywhere, even to your classes in school, and I have gotten every parent I have spoken to so far to permit the pairings in sleeping at one another's houses so you are always near the baby." She glanced down to the ambassador's daughter. "What is the name of your baby boy?"

The brown eyed girl looked down at the smiling plastic toy in her arm, patting it on the back when it started to cry. "Michael?"

The teacher's smile widened. "Everyone, meet baby Michael Prentiss-Hotchner."

Two hours later, Emily sat glaring at her friend across the lunchroom table. "Quit it."

Penelope felt an elbow to her side before her jaw finally snapped shut, her head shaking. "So Aaron's your baby daddy?" she whispered.

Derek laughed, seeing Emily roll her eyes from the other side of the table. "They didn't really have a kid, baby girl."

The blond shook her head. "It's like they did! They have to stay together all day with the baby and change the diaper and sleep over each other's houses and everything!" Penelope looked over to her friend, her smile shining toward the scowling girl who stared at her. "It's like you're married!"

"Well," Aaron huffed as he sat himself down beside the brunette girl, looking to the others at the table, "before we get married next time, maybe tell me?" He made eyes contact with the fifteen year old and winked. "I'd let to get you a ring first."

Emily stuck her tongue out at the older boy. "Funny."

Looking over her shoulder, the football player's face morphed into a frown. "What are you doing with the baby?"

Emily looked to the plastic toy that she and her friend had been given and shrugged her shoulders. "He's taking a nap," she said reasonably, giving the older boy a grin before digging back into her salad.

Aaron laughed. "You can't just lay him on your jacket and say he's napping."

Rolling her eyes, the ambassador's daughter took the baby and shoved it into Aaron's arms. "Fine," she snorted, turning away from him. "He can spend time with his daddy."

Derek and Penelope sat across from the fake couple and tried to conceal their grins.

The football player cradled the doll against his chest. "Why does he have to be with me?"

"I've had him for three periods now," Emily scoffed. "Why can't you watch him now?"

"It's not that I don't want to watch him, I was just asking." Sensing the girl's discomfort, Aaron shook his head. "Well I was talking to my dad, he thinks I should go to your house tonight. He's not going to be home and my brother will be out at a friend's, so he wasn't comfortable with the idea with us being there alone."

Emily shook her head, pointing to the baby. "We wouldn't be there alone."

The football player shared a smirk with the younger girl. "Nice try, smartass. So is that ok?"

"It should be fine," she shrugged. "After an angry phone call from my mom when she got Mrs. Triblen's email, and a hesitant acceptance from my dad, we're all set." She turned away from him once more and stuffed her mouth with lettuce, her heart beating so loudly she was sure her eardrums would bleed.

They had to stay in the same home, same room.

She was screwed.