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Chapter 5

Lucy's POV

"Luce, sweetie, are you okay?" My dad asked, concerned. You've been distant all weekend. Your mom and I are starting to worry about you."

"I'm fine," I sighed. Well as fine as I can be considering I'm about to become an eighteen year old mother. We'll see how concerned and worried about me you will be when you find out what I did with Mike. "I'm just anxious about a test I have today."

Dad nodded, placing an apple in each of the brown paper bags in front of him. "I'm sure you will do fine. Is that why you spent all weekend in your room? You were studying for a test?"

"Yeah," I lied. "I just wanted to make sure that I was prepared." In reality I had spent the weekend in my room trying to figure out how to tell my best friend that I am having his baby. I don't even want to think about how I'm going to tell you and Mom. I can't even imagine the looks of disappointment you will give me when you realize my sin. If you sent Mary away to Buffalo for going into debt and having half of a beer, what will you do with me when I tell you I'm going to be a teenage mother?

"Hey, are you ready to go?" Simon asked, bouncing down the stairs.

Not really. I couldn't even begin to tell you how much I dread this day. Sure Mike's a nice guy, but how will he react to becoming a father? Can our friendship with stand this situation? I hope he will be happy about it. I couldn't imagine having to go through this alone. I know that a lot of women do, but I don't think I'm that strong.

"Yeah, I guess," I finally answered, grabbing my books. "See you later Dad." I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, grabbed my lunch, and headed out to the electric van. I looked up at the sky as I opened the door. Please God, let this be okay.

Simon's POV

"Today is going to be the best day ever," I told my sister as she backed out of the driveway.

"Not likely," she answered, almost dejectedly.

"What's up with you?" I asked. Lucy hadn't been easy to live with the last few weeks. Mom said that it was because she had been thinking about Sara a lot lately. Somehow, I figured that wasn't the whole story, but I didn't push the subject. Mom probably didn't know the entire anyway. Mary probably knows what is going on though. Why else would she come home so suddenly? The last I knew, Mary was still angry at all of us. Lucy must be in some sort of trouble and she called Mary to come help her out. Then again, after Mary's trouble's, I'm not to sure Lucy would go to Mary for help. No wait, maybe Lucy figures that Mary would be the best choice because she has been in a lot of trouble.

"Nothing," Lucy snapped.

"Sorry," I apologized, turning to look out the window. Something was defiantly up with her. "You know if you're in any trouble….."

"Leave me alone Simon!" She answered.

I shook my head. Whatever was going on with her, she wasn't going to tell me willingly. I tried to think of what it could be. I briefly considered that maybe it was just that time of the month, but I can't remember Lucy ever being this crabby with it before. Mom acted this way when she was pregnant with the twins and then again when she started going through menopause. Lucy was too young to go through the change though. I thought of the other option and couldn't help but chuckle. Pregnant? This was Lucy I'm thinking about. There is no way in hell that she could be pregnant. She doesn't even have a boyfriend; not that you have to have a boyfriend to get pregnant, it's just that Lucy's not the type to sleep around.

"What's so funny?" Lucy snarled, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Nothing. I was just thinking and I slipped out," I told her. Maybe Lucy hasn't done anything at all. Maybe it was Mary. Maybe that is why she came home. Mary did something stupid in Buffalo and came home to ask for Lucy's help. Now Lucy is all bitchy because she has to deal with Mary's problem, whatever that may be. "Is Mary in some kind f trouble in Buffalo?"

"No, why would you think that?" She asked a little calmer.

"Then why did she come home?" I asked. "I thought she was still angry at all of us."

"I needed her help with something," she told me as we pulled into the high school parking lot.

"Again, I ask, are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Simon, let it go. Everything will be revealed in time." She unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped out of the van.

What the heck was that supposed to mean? Was Lucy in trouble or not? Boy am I confused. "What's that supposed to mean?" I voiced my thoughts as I followed her.

"Just drop it Simon!" She shouted at me. "I don't want to talk to you about it."

"But…" I started after her.

"No buts. Can't you just leave me alone?" She begged. "I have to go find Mike." I started after her once more. "Don't follow me Simon!" She screamed at me.

I was at a loss for words. Lucy had never spoken to me that way before and something was defiantly wrong. I wondered if Mike knew what was wrong with her. She was probably going to confide in him now. I made up my mind and took off into the school after Lucy. If she wasn't going to tell me what was wrong, I would have to resort to other means to get the information.

Mike's POV

I pilled the books into my locker and grabbed my notebook before slamming the door shut. I turned to walk down the hall, but instead, ran straight into Lucy. She is still the most beautiful girl in the world to me. "Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"It's fine. Actually, I was just looking for you," she told me.

"Really? We usually don't see each other until lunch," I smiled at her. "What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"

"Please don't smile at me. This isn't going to be easy."

"What isn't going to be easy?" Something was wrong. She was acting way too weird.

She looked at the ground. "We need to talk."

"I don't like the sound of that." Usually when someone says those words, it's not a good thing. Has she changed her mind about still being friends with me? I hoped not. I need her to get through the rest of the year. "You haven't changed your mind about us still being friends, have you?"

"No, of course not." I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm just not sure if you will still want to be my friend after I tell you what I have to tell you."

"Why wouldn't I want to be your friend?" No matter what she had to say, I will always want to be her friend. I will always want to be more than friends with her. Why couldn't that be what she wanted to tell me? Why can't it be that she wants to be my girlfriend instead of just my friend?

"Remember six weeks ago when we…" She raised her eyebrow at me.

I nodded in understanding. "I thought we agreed to never talk about that again."

"I know, but trust me; we need to talk about it." Something about the way she said that made me realize something was really wrong. As I considered the situation, I knew it could only be one thing. Lucy has been sick a lot lately, moody too. Come to think of it, I never used a condom and I have no idea whether or not she was on the pill. From the way this conversation was going, I assumed that she wasn't.

"Okay," I finally answered.

"Well, it's just that, I've been sick lately." I closed my eyes. I figured this was the direction this conversation was headed. "Then I realized that my period was late."

"Luce, I…" I put my hand on her face and stared into her eyes. "Everything is going to be……"

"Please don't look at me," she pleaded. "Just let me get this out and then you can yell at me or whatever you're going to do."

"I'm not going to yell at you. I…"

"Mike, please."

"Okay," I turned my head to look down the hallway. I really didn't see why I couldn't look at her, but I obeyed her commands anyhow.

"Mike, I'm going to have a baby, your baby." I barely heard what she said, not that I expected her to say anything different. Something down the hallway had caught my attention. I watched as the three boys turned the corner and headed our way. It was the same boys Lucy had tried to defend a few weeks ago. There was something different about them though. The look in their eyes was dark and they wore long black coats. For some reason, the whole situation made me feel nervous. I tried to shake it off as paranoia, but my mind couldn't release the thought. I tried to relax and bring my thoughts back to Lucy and our baby, but I just couldn't concentrate on that.

"Mike, did you hear what I said?" She asked. My mind barely processed her words. Instead, my attention was focused on the faint glimmer of light reflecting out from underneath one of the boys' coats.

"Mike," Lucy asked again.

"Run," I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the hall in a sprint. I noticed Simon a few feet away from me and I pulled him by the shirt collar down the hallway with us. I stumbled around the corner as I heard the shots begin to ring through the building.

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