Chapter 14

In which Hanna asks out Travis. Or attempts to.

Hanna's Point of View

I dial Travis' number, all the while fighting the urge to bite my still-damp nails. I've never really asked a guy out before.. At least for what I can remember. And my nerves are really getting the best of me.. I really, really like Travis. I don't know if I'm.. you know.. in love with him though, I don't think.

He answers after a moment, his voice no longer groggy, as it was when I was listening to him talking to Aria on speakerphone. "Hanna?" He asks.

"Hey, Travis."

"What's up?" I bite my lip.

"Do you want to go get some coffee at the Brew?" I ask. This was just where I wanted to meet him, not the date.. Well.. Hmm.. Oh jeez.

"Oh, uh, sure. Five minutes?" My eyes widen. FIVE MINUTES?! I can't brush my hair in that amount of time!

"Er - sure! Be there in five," I stutter, before cursing under my breath. I am so going to be late.

"Okay. See you then," I reply with a 'ditto,' before hanging up in a daze. Then I realize, I have five minutes. I jump out of my seat, and run to my closet, throwing out random clothes until I got to an outfit that would work. I changed as fast as I possibly could, then went to my hair and makeup. I brushed my hair like there was no tomorrow, and quickly did my makeup.

Thirty seconds; I can do this.

I run downstairs and grab my shoes, before realizing I forgot my phone, my keys, and my purse. Yep, definitely nervous. I dash upstairs, then run back down with everything I need, heels in my hand, and run to my car, throwing everything in the passenger's side. I'll get that later.

I drive to the Brew barefoot, and when I get there, quickly put on my shoes, grab everything I need, and pucker my lips in the mirror, making sure I didn't look like a zombie who woke up on the wrong side of the coffin.

Only... Five minutes late. Crap.

I rush inside, looking for Travis, before I spot him in a corner booth, scrolling through who knows what on his phone. Probably on social media. Or texting. I slide into the booth next to him, setting the coffee I brought from home on the table in front of me. The workers probably wouldn't like it if they noticed, but I couldn't care less. I was about to ask a life changing question. This is a defining moment in my life, especially with A gone! I can finally focus on relationships, and my biggest worry can be if my make-up is smudged. Almost normal, if I didn't have my past.

I smile at Travis in greeting, and he smiles back. I sigh, wanting him to start the conversation, but I doubt he would. "So.. What's up..?" I ask timidly, feeling awkward due to my incoherent thoughts and those damn butterflies just fluttering around whenever I'm around him, making my insides clench as if being squeezed. Like, 'hey, you like this guy! want your intestines to hug you in congratulations?! I bet you do!' and all without my solemn permission. Seriously? What if I wanted to like.. Urm.. Caleb! Still! He.. I.. I don't like him anymore. But the point is, I want control of my feelings! It's not frick fracking fair!

Travis looks at me strangely. "You called me here.." he says. I mentally face palm. Duh! Great starter, Hanna. Great.

"Oh, right," I laugh awkwardly. "So I guess I should answer that one.." I gulp silently. "So.. I was wondering, if, maybe.. And.. So.. But.. Um.. Like.. Erm.." Smooth.

"Spit it out."

"Do you want to-" I'm cut off by my phone vibrating. Really. I sigh. "Sorry, hold on." I look at the caller ID. Aria. "Hel-" I'm immediately cut off by Aria's frantic talking.

"Hanna! Hanna, he's going to ask you out! You need to say yes! You just need to!" She exclaims. I raise an eyebrow, staying silent. "..Oh. You.. You already know, don't you?" Aria asked, probably pursing her lips.

"Um, yes. Can I hang up know?"

"Yeah.." We hang up, and I get back to my awkward conversation with Mr. McDreamy. Swoon.

Spencer's Point of View

"They have already decided, Peter," my mother stands up for me. He raises an eyebrow.

"And?"

"And, it isn't your decision to make."

"I haven't made a decision."

"You're practically screaming it!" I exclaim. The gestures, the glares; it's obvious.

"I never meant to-"

"Never meant to? That's all you have to say? I would like a little support, Dad," and it's true. If I'm to go through with this, I need help, especially from my family. He sighs, and rubs his face.

"Spencer.."

My shoulders slump. I know what happens next. "I love you, but you'll need to go somewhere else."

"I don't - listen, I'm too young to become a grandfather, you know that right? And you, you aren't supposed to become a mother at this age, let alone anti-virginal." I go to speak about how I was actually considered pretty old in this society when I first lost my virginity. I mean, there are eleven year olds out there, pregnant. I haven't done too bad; I waited until I was - what - sixteen? Seventeen? Now, in this time, that age seems normal. It's a bit sad, but it's true. "But-" Suddenly, a ray of sunshine, hope, shines on me. "I'll help. But no promises that I have to be nice about any of it," he says. I smile, and run to my dad, quickly hugging him. He just said he'd support me - me. Gosh, I didn't think he would ever. Maybe, just maybe, if I was Melissa. But, me? No fudging way.

"Thank you," I whisper to him. Or really, thank whatever God is above; my life has basically just been saved.

Around three hours later, Toby and I are lying in bed, on top of the covers, just holding hands. We were in his loft, and I was enjoying the peaceful silence. I was playing with his lithe fingers, which were on my barely protruding stomach. We haven't talked much about the baby really; just about when and how we should tell everyone. And honestly, we need to start talking about it. We need to buy furniture, get baby books so we know what the heck we're doing, get clothes, and really, get into the mindset that we're really, actually going to be parents. This isn't a pregnancy scare, or a dream, or a hallucination. This was real; I'm going to be a mother in less than eight months. That's crazy.

I'm truthfully just glad that we graduate soon. Just a few more weeks, and I'm no longer a high school student. I'll be moving onto other things, getting a job, and taking care of my child. But, with the reassurance that we graduate soon, I know that my peers won't be able to bully or tease me about being pregnant. I'll only look like I'm bloated, and really, almost any shirt can cover that up. I actually got pregnant at a really nifty time, if you brush aside the fact that I'm still considered a teenager.

"Toby?" I ask.

"Mm?" he hums softly, looking at his fingers, which I was still fiddling with, before meeting my eyes.

"What do you think it will be?"

"Think what will be?" he asks.

"The gender of the baby."

"Well, I can't decide that." I huff.

"Okay, what do you want it to be?" I ask clearly, verifying what question I really wanted answers for. Toby sighs, looking up to the intricately carved ceiling.

"I'd like a girl, I guess. But it doesn't really matter either way," he admits. I smile, moving over and lying my head on his chest. His chin rests on the top of my head, and I lean up to kiss his jaw.

Really, life couldn't get better.

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