She was breathing heavily and his hands were intertwined in her hair. Though she was having second thoughts, Ashley knew that she had to do this. She wanted to do this. His hands were trailing up her back now, slowly taking off her shirt. She wanted to be heard, she wanted to feel loved… and now she was.

"Are you ready for this?" He asked.

Ashley could not make words come out of her mouth, so instead she nodded.

Ashley Jurgens woke up with a start and looked around her bedroom in a panic. Her dream had been so vivid, and then she recalled that it was hardly a dream… but more of a memory. How could she have been so stupid? Look at where it had left her. She had always concluded that she would never end up like Amy, that she would never be so idiotic or stupid.

Now, there was nothing she could say or do, that could ever take back what she had done. The nausea she was experiencing was proof of that. Her expanding waist line was proof of that. The pregnancy test was proof of that.

She looked over at her desk, where her birth control sat. She'd discarded it right before… the incident. Now she only had one other option, one that she had always been against… but now that she was in that situation, she didn't know what to think.

Amy paced around her own bedroom. Her son, John was playing on the floor. Amy could hardly look at him. Whenever she glanced his way, she thought of his father, Ricky, and became infuriated. She couldn't help but think of how dysfunctional, or more dysfunctional her family would be once Ashley's baby was born. John would have a cousin/half brother. How incestuous? How could Ricky do this?

There was a knock at the door. Amy heard her mother answer the door, and call to her. As Amy grabbed her son and walked towards the front door, she saw Peyton standing there… her long legs covered with red leggings and a short red dress covering the rest of her body modestly. Amy caught her father staring with an awe struck look across his face. Gross.

"Hey Amy," Peyton smiled, and held up a box of donuts clearly for the family that George snatched.

"It's nice to finally meet you Peyton." George smiled, like a young boy under a spell.

"You too, Mr Juergens! And you, Mrs. Juergens." Peyton smiled and nodded at the family. Anne nodded and smiled, clearly impressed with the girl. "Anyways, Amy, I thought I'd give you a ride to school today. Since, you've been so kind to me with driving me around."

Amy smiled. This was just the distraction she needed. Besides, she could tell Peyton about Ashley. Peyton hadn't met Ashley yet, nor would she say anything. She was trustworthy, and besides… Peyton owed Amy for keeping her secret.

"I'll get John's car seat."

Minutes later, the two girls were side by side in the school's parking lot. Amy was watching as people looked at Peyton's car with longing looks. It was yellow, for christ's sake. It was like something out of a movie.

"Is something wrong?" Peyton asked Amy, looking concerned for her friend.

"Ricky…" Amy murmured angrily.
"What about Ricky?" Peyton asked, looking panic stricken.

"He got my little sister… pregnant." Amy forced out of her mouth.

Peyton felt tears sting her eyes. The world was falling in crumbles around her. How could he do this? To someone else? To Amy's sister?

"Peyton…" Amy started. "Are you crying?"

Peyton sucked in a breath. "I'm… dating… Ricky."

"What?" Amy basically yelled, looking furious.

"I meant to tell you, this morning. It's new… or was." Peyton said, a tear trickling down her face. She wiped it quickly and looked at Amy, with a pleading look.

"I'm not mad at you. It would have been fine, if he wasn't such a bastard." Amy growled and hugged her friend. "I'm sorry."

"No, I'm sorry." Peyton said, hugging back. Then, she gave the keys to Amy. "Lock this up for me." She said, before hoping out of the car and making her way towards the school furiously.

"This can't be good." Amy muttered.

Ricky was standing at Peyton's locker waiting for her. He could not believe this feeling. It was so different than anything else he had ever felt. He got the warm fuzzies when he pictured Peyton's face, and his heart raced when he remembered her kisses.

His day brightened as he saw her walking towards him as a quick pace, her heels click clacking on the floor loudly as she went. As she reached him, she through on a smile. Ricky should have known something was up… as it wasn't the usual smile that appeared on his girlfriend's lips.

"Can I speak to you in private?" Peyton asked sweetly.

"Sure," Ricky smiled back awkwardly, and led her towards an abandoned classroom. Once inside he grabbed her by the waist and went in for a kiss. But instead he got a blow to the face.

Peyton had slapped him with all of the strength she could muster.

"What the hell…" Ricky asked, very confused, holding his palm to his cheek.

"What did they ever do to you?" Peyton asked, tears falling down her face now. "You are not the person that I thought I knew."

"Peyton…" Ricky looked like a lost puppy dog. "What in the hell are you talking about?"

"You got Amy's sister pregnant!" Peyton yelled.

"What!" Ricky asked, now he was really confused.

"Oh, has she not told you?" Peyton said sarcastically.

"No she hasn't, and even if she did… it wouldn't make a difference." Ricky said, anger bubbling underneath his voice.

"Oh, and why is that?" Peyton asked while crossing her arms.

"Let's see… perhaps because I've never had sex with Ashley."

Peyton was left a very shocked. "But Amy said…"

"Do you just listen to anything Amy says?" Ricky asked, suddenly repulsed. "Peyton, I love you. Okay? There, I said it. You are either in or out."

Peyton was suddenly taken aback. "Why are you giving me an ultimatum?"

"Obviously you need one. Because you cannot make up your own mind about me."

"That's funny coming from you, Underwood." Peyton snarled. "Just yesterday, you were accusing me of having another boyfriend!"

"That was different!" Ricky shouted.

"How so?" Peyton asked, walking towards him. Ricky didn't have an answer. Instead he took a step towards her, and grabbed her by the back of her head and began to kiss her.

"Stop," Peyton breathed, while still kissing him.

"You don't want me to." Ricky said, continuing. Peyton pushed him off of her and made her way out of the classroom. She hadn't wanted him to stop. She had wanted herself to stop. She was getting in too deep.

Ricky walked out of the classroom after her, but ran into Amy instead. Who walked over to him with a stern look on her face. Ricky knew and understood what was coming.

He felt a slap across his face. It was even harder than the one Peyton had inflicted on him.

"You are a prick, Ricky Underwood." Amy spoke with disgust, and walked away.

"Amy!" Ricky called, not wanting the mother of his child to think that he had impregnated her sister. When she did not turn back, he held his cheek and wondered out loud why he was always the one being slapped around.

"Amy said it all," Adrian Lee smiled as she walked by and winked at him.

Sorry! I know this is out a little later than expected. But, I've had strep throat! Eeek! So, a lot of sleep has been happening. Anyways, I know where the story is leading. I'm sorry if it's being a bit dull… I'm worrying about that because no one left reviews for the last chapter! If you thought it was a bit boring, let me know! If you liked this one, let me know! Thanks for reading and please review!