Come morning Zoe realized that this wasn't a bad nightmare, this was her life as she knew it. She wasn't even going to try to make friends. She was nice to Wade yesterday, but he was taking the time to show her the way to her new home. They would all be quick to judge when the news slipped out that she was with child. She wasn't going to willingly tell anyone. They'd find out in a few months when she started to show, she'd leave it at that. She had done it herself seeing teenagers her age getting pregnant, she'd turned her nose up at them, thinking they were a disgrace, maybe even a slut. She only slept with one person, she was on the pill, he used a condom, she knew he did for a fact. At least the first time, the second time she hadn't been paying attention.

She dumped the contents of her purse out on her bed to find the lip gloss she had decided was her favorite for the time being. The piece of paper with Wade's number fell out. She sighed looking at it. Why couldn't he remember who she was? It would have made things easier, for her. Instead she had to wait for him to figure it out before things could go further. It sucked that he couldn't remember who she was, it hurt her deeply. She had thought that their night together was unforgettable. It had been for her. And yet it was like that night had never happened for him, or the morning after. In that instant she felt used and dirty. She was ready to hate him. She was ready to take her anger out on him. But under the rage she felt for him, she had to get along him, for their baby.

Getting angry at herself for letting something like this happen, she stuffed the contents back in her bag and forgot about what she had thought. Instead she went downstairs, wanting to fill the void she now felt within her. Harley wasn't in sight she so took to making herself something to eat.

"Morning, Zoe," she looked up from her toast giving him a smile. She wasn't in a very chatty mood since finding out the news that changed her life around. "Do you need any help finding a few of the places hiring?"

"I think I got it covered, it's not a very big town," she replied taking a drink of her milk.

"Alright, we'll have to get you registered for school. How far along are you?"

"I'm due June 12th. A little over 2 months a long," Zoe told him putting her plate and cup into the sink. "We can go to the school now and get that taken care of, I can do the job search later."

"Do you wanna go to school or would getting your GED be better?" Zoe shrugged sitting back down.

"Either way people are going to talk," Zoe replied. "It's not like I can escape my life now, can I?" She asked with a sigh, raking a hand through her hair. "I created the mess I'm in, I have no choice but to deal with it, the best way I can." Deep down she wanted to finish high school, child or not. Dropping out just wasn't an option for her.

"That's the spirit, Zoe. You ready then?" She nodded following him to the door. "I haven't had the time to get a set of keys made for you. The door remains unlocked most the time. Not very many things happen around here crime wise." She could have guessed that from a small glance at the town. The most rude person she has met so far was Lemon.

She liked the idea that everything was in walking distance. You didn't really need a car, unless it started to pour or you needed to leave the small town. All she ever knew was the big city of New York. But so far the small town had a little charm.

Zoe paid close attention when she was told about the school. In a way she felt nervous to start a new school her junior year and being pregnant on top of that. But in a way she was excited to be starting a new school. New people and all. She hated that she was going to be the new student but even that couldn't keep her excitement at bay.

"Because it's Wednesday and the students have a four-day weekend because of Planksgiving, you can start on Monday." Zoe gave the older man a confusing look. Thanksgiving was tomorrow, but what in the world was Planksgiving? She had managed to thank the man and walk out with Harley. She had the code of conduct book, the rule book, her schedule and a slip of paper that had her locker and combo on it. Harley had a handful of papers that he had to fill out.

"What's Planksgiving?" Zoe asked wanting her head out of the fog it was in.

"It's celebrated in place of a traditional Thanksgiving..."

"Why? What's wrong with having a traditional Thanksgiving?" Zoe asked cutting him off.

"Residents dress up as pirates, we have a fish fry in the center of town and participate in games and contests such as the Peg Leg Race, or the Plank Walk Contest," Harley explained further for her.

"So it's just a bunch of fun and games that mock the holiday? An important holiday at that!" Zoe couldn't believe it. Thanksgiving is the one day you need to be thankful for everything you have. That should be everyday, but on Thanksgiving it's essential.

"No," Harley chuckled shaking his head. "We have fun on the day, but it's in remembrance of the pirates who allegedly took pity on the people of Bluebell, Alabama, after a hurricane had leveled the town, providing them with food and supplies," Harley explained getting Zoe to see the point behind it.

"That's a touching story and all, but that can't be the true story." It wasn't that the story wasn't believable because it was, it just didn't sit right with her.

"No, it just sounds better, I guess," Harley told her as they stopped to sit on a bench in front of the practice. "The real story behind the legend is that after the hurricane destroyed the town, people were talking about leaving to start over, and Bluebell founder Cyrus Lavinius Jeremiah Jones and the Town Council gathered together to generate ideas to help the people, and spent the night fishing, and by the next morning, Thanksgiving, they had gathered enough food for everyone, and told the people, that generous pirates had saved the day, as well as the town." She liked that version of Planksgiving better, but the pirate story was a nice touch.

"Oh, that was nice of him and the Town Council."

"It really was. Zoe, what is it you are going to do about a doctor for the little one?" Harley asked softly seeing Dash Dewitt close by.

"I don't really know," Zoe told him with a soft sigh. That should have been her first concern. She had the perfect doctor back in New York for the whole pregnancy but then she had to move and she had been so focused on everything but finding the right doctor for her baby. "I know it would be convenient to do it all here, but for now I think I'll be more comfortable having a doctor in Mobile. It's not something I really want the whole town to find out." She could only assume that once one person knows something it would spread like wildfire.

"If that is what you want." He couldn't force her to do something against her will. "Will you be ok?" Zoe nodded letting him get to work. She looked around trying to figure out what she could do. She knew she needed to find a job, before she could do anything else.

Wade walked out of school before lunch. He stuffed his hands in the front pockets on his jeans. Ever since walking Zoe to Harley's the pervious day, she was on his mind. He couldn't remember her, even though he knew he should and it bothered him. The fact she was from New York made things worse. He couldn't stop thinking about her. It wasn't very often he traveled elsewhere. In fact it was hardly ever. Zoe had never been to Bluebell. Whatever it was he should remember about her, he couldn't and that drove him nuts.

"Why aren't you at school?" Zoe asked getting up seeing Wade walk up. She wanted to yell and scream at him until she was blue in the face or until he remembered her. What good would that do her if it didn't work? Smacking him seemed like another good option. Though it would only make him mad at her. She'd give him a clue to how he was supposed to know her. That could work. It had to work.

"Half day," he smirked stopping next to her. "Not my fault the rest of the students didn't get the memo." Zoe rolled her eyes

"Sure it's not," she responded turning to walk off.

"What is it you're doing?" Wade asked walking next to her.

"Gotta find a job," she replied.

"The Rammer Jammer is hiring." Zoe gave him a funny side ways glance. This town had some weird names for things. "It's a bar and grill. I work there so I can put in a good name for you," he offered.

"Sure," Zoe told him unsure of the job.

"You don't seem so sure about it," Wade pointed out.

"Because it's not exactly the job I want, but I can't be picky, now can I?" She asked with a sigh.

"No, you really can't. What kind of job was it you were looking for?" Wade asked earning a shrug. "Ok, then. Come on and I'll introduce you to Wally, he owns the place." Zoe followed Wade in silence. She was being friendly with Wade but she wouldn't consider them to be friends. She was sure the second he found out what her secret was he would never look her way again. She was sure of it. She was keeping a big secret from him. They were both at fault here, it takes two to create a baby. He deserved to know and she would tell him in time. It was only fair. "You alright?" Wade asked pulling the door open.

"Fine," Zoe told him with half of a smile.

"Ok," he replied not all that convinced. "Wally," he called out walking up to the counter.

"What can I do ya for, Wade?" Zoe took in the man who Wade talked to. He had black hair, darker skin. He seemed friendly enough, like the rest of the town, from what she's seen any ways.

"This is Zoe, Harley's daughter. She's looking for a job, told her about the waitressing job here," Wade explained dragging Zoe closer to the bar.

"Hi," Zoe told the older man softly.

"Hey, follow me, Zoe." She nodded and followed the man to his office.