The Bet

Lilly's Point of view.

I groaned as I reached over and turned off my screaming alarm clock.

It was a Monday, and I had to go to a fucking private school…for girls.

Luckily though, the boy's school was right across the street from my school.

I got out of my bed, with the silver silk sheets, and made my way over to the closet.

I pulled the 'Constance' top on over my head. I was a Manhattaner, and I had to go to a private school that had uniforms…fun, fun, fun.

I slipped on a random pair of sneakers. (Although, Blair has reminded me constantly not to where sneakers, or Converse, in public, or even at school, for that matter, sheesh, does she not wear any athletic things?) I made my way to my phone, just as soon as it started to ring, just as I was making my way through the glass front door.

(B-Blair, L-Lilly)

Oh, hello, sister thanks for returning my phone call.

Spoken like a true Waldrof…so I read about you on Gossip Girl today…and I could say that I'm impressed, but I'd be lying.

Nice to hear from you, too, so…how much did you read on Gossip Girl?

All of it…I'm glad that you are following in my footsteps.

Anything I can do to keep the Waldrof name remembered.

*Laughs, softly* so…what are you doing at the moment?

Walking to school, what about you, Miss. I'm going to school at Yale and I don't want to talk to my sibling?

Pretty much what you just said…except…I do want to talk to my sibling.

Why do you think the Bass's are so attracted to the Waldrof's?

Our spectacular looks that the Lord has given us?

Or our poor taste in character?

Hard to choose from, I suppose. Both seem a little too similar to me.

Joseph has turned into his brother…he just doesn't get laid as much.

Wow, are you sure that they're related?

Positive, they're both the same dirtiness….

Amazing…

I gotta go, Blair, say hi to Serena and Nate for me.

Same here, Em, I'll text ya later.

I'll be waiting.

We both hung up.

I began to walk up the stairs of the most elegant private school in Manhattan, when I heard squeals behind me.

"So…when were you going to tell us that you slept with Joe Bass?" Selena questioned.

"Um...I wasn't sure exactly when I was going to." I tried to laugh it off.

Demi and Selena gasped. They really needed to take acting lessons.

Thank the shopping heavens that Miley came then.

"Guys, let her breathe!" She exclaimed. That's when I noticed that more and more girls were surrounding me. I gave Miley an 'I-need-help-look' and sprinted up the stairs and into the school. Miley must've been right behind me, because I could see, out of the corner of my eye, some brunette hair flying everywhere from behind me.

Joe's Point of View

"Dude, how were you able to do Emily? She hardly lets any guy near her." David asked.

I shrugged; I really didn't want to talk to anyone except for Nick Humphrey, which was really hard to do if a crowd of guys were around you.

I spotted a blonde beauty being crowded by girls from across the street, I chuckled, at least she was going through the same problem I was.

"Guys…Guys…GUYS! Let Joseph breathe…" Nick practically screamed.

"Thanks, Nick." I replied, generously.

"Or should I say 'Hoesph' now?" Nick mumbled, as he sat into his seat next to my desk.

I hit him on the arm.

"Ouch…Joseph it is…" He mumbled, again.

I chuckled, and then the bell rang.

Emily's Point Of View

It was the middle of library when I started to feel sick. I ignored it. I usually always had a stomach ache, but it was never this bad.

When I started to feel my breakfast coming back up…I absolutely knew that something was wrong. I ran to the bathroom and puked all my guts up.

So, I decided to text Miley.

(Miley, Lilly)

Hey, I'm in the girl's bathroom…puking…will you come, please?

Ouch, yeah, I'll be there in a minute.

I closed my phone and bent my head over the toilet, throwing up again.

A few minutes after that, I heard Miley come in the bathroom. I just finished puking…for the 12th time. Something had to be wrong.

I looked up at Miley.

"E, how long have you been puking?" She asked.

"A few minutes…non-stop…ish …" I whispered hoarsely.

Miley sighed. Then, she bent down to pull back my hair while puked, again.

"I need to go home…" I mumbled as I flushed the toilet again.

"Yeah, I'll come with you." She sighed.

"Could we stop by CVS on the way, please?" I asked, avoiding eye contact with Miley. She was my best friend. Although, I was a little bit older than her, I was the most immature one. I think that the events from last night could prove that.

"Yeah, Em, we can." She said, softly, as she helped me up. For such a beautiful and smart girl…she really had a shitty choice in friends.

"Thanks…" I mumbled as I walked out of the bathroom, then the school, with Miley following me.

See, at Constance, we are sometimes able to leave, because of photography class, which was what Miley and I were supposed to be in right now.

We got a taxi (which is hard to find in Manhattan, sometimes) and went to the closest CVS. Miley must've known what we were in there for, because she went sprinted in and came back with a CVS bag.

I prayed to God that nobody from Gossip Girl seen what Miley bought.

We went to my house then. My mother was in France, promoting her fashion line, and my father was…gay. No, seriously, he was gay; he was going out with some French dude who would correct him about what he would wear. Sounds freaky, right?

Miley gave me a reassuring glance as I went into the bathroom. I carried the CVS bag with me.

A few minutes later…

I was setting the timer to my phone. I walked back out and as I slowly would lie down on my bed. I was scared, I didn't know what to expect.

Miley would lie down next to me, she must've kept on refreshing the page on Gossip Girl, because every few seconds she would press the 'Refresh' button on her phone.

My phone beeped.

I closed my eyes, and then opened them. I made my way over to the bathroom and peered down….

I peered down to all three of the Pregnancy tests.

A tear trickled down my eye. They were all positive.

"Fuck, Joe…" Miley mumbled, "He better be able to help with the kid, or I swear he'll not be able to feel his…thing…for a really long time."

I laughed, softly. Even though Miley had been my friend for a long time she still wasn't able to say the 'dirty' things.

Back on subject now…

I'm, possibly, pregnant.

With Joseph Bass's kid

It was supposed to just be a fucking bet!

"Are you going to tell him?" Miley questioned, softly. I nodded my head in a 'yes'. When was I going to tell him? I had absolutely no idea.

But I would have to do it soon…very soon.

I just wonder how he'll take it.

Will he help me with the baby?

Or will he let me burn in hell with our baby?