A/N: Welcome back to Most Likely to Succeed! It's been awhile, huh?

Also! Nigel originally tore his ACL and I still stand by that, but however, I'm not quite sure how the healing and the timeframe works so for the sake of story progression, his knee is better but still not at the competitive level that it previously was. Like, he wears a brace and can walk, but he can't really run or anything.

I don't own Codename: Kids Next Door and if I did there would be a reboot by now.

Tuesday - 6:08 a.m

McClintock High - Weight Room

Wally really, really tried not to get involved in any high school drama. It was hard, especially since he was friends with the school's douchiest people, but oftentimes he succeeded. Besides, he felt like he had way better things to do and also way more important things to worry about (like getting into college, for example). Yet, he felt Kuki's words eating him alive - Lizzie's pregnant. Reaching out to people wasn't Wally's strong suit; he didn't know how to ask for help, how to comfort people, really he didn't know how to talk to people at all. So even though he felt something tugging at him to reach out to Nigel, he had no idea how.

Interestingly enough, when Wally pushed his shoulder against the door to walk into the training room the first thing he saw was none other than Nigel Uno, walking (more like hobbling, really) on the treadmill. It startled Wally a little bit, seeing another person in the weight room so early. The blond always preferred going in the morning because there was nobody else grunting or yelling or playing their terrible music out loud. "Good morning, Wally," Nigel huffed, very clearly out of breath.

"Morning," Wally nodded his head, but then quickly made his way to the weight rack. As badly as he wanted to talk to Nigel, he just couldn't. He couldn't even stand to look at him. The thought of having a pregnant girlfriend right now made Wally want to curl into a ball and sob.

After stretching and some jumping-jacks to warm him up, Wally finally started his actual workout with weighted squats.

From the treadmill, Nigel carefully watched Wally and tried to focus on the blond's intense workout regime instead of the fact that he was already so tired and so sweaty and so out of breath from what his warm-up used to be. Wally, in Nigel's honest opinion, seemed troubled and kind of off-putting. It's almost like he never really learned social skills, but only for Nigel. The nearly bald teenager constantly watched Wally laugh and joke and flirt with plenty of other people, but it's almost like Nigel scared him. Which Nigel thought was weird and also ridiculous as hell. But, since losing two (cross country and Rachel) of the three (cross country, Rachel, and Lizzie) things that distract him from his fellow classmates, Nigel noticed that Wally also acted like that around Hoagie Gilligan. Also, Abigail Lincoln.

But, why? Nigel thought to himself, and then was quickly interrupted by the sensation of his knee popping, "Ah! Fuck," He grunted and quickly stepped off the belt, frantically pushing the large, red stop button.

Quickly composing himself, he glanced at Wally, who was listening to music through his earbuds so loudly he hadn't even noticed Nigel's struggle- or at least pretended not to- which he appreciated.

After nearly hurting himself even more, he decided that he was done working out for the day, gathered up his backpack of belongings and headed toward the locker room to rinse off and hopefully get back out to his car before any of the disgusting jocks show up.

1:59 pm

McClintock High

The clicking and clacking of a pair of cowboy boots made Hoagie scoff as his eyes landed on Jimmy McGarfield. Bartie was still animatedly telling his best friend something about someone saying something in his last class, and Hoagie was only half-heartedly listening. Hoagie subconsciously straightened up, standing up straighter and even puffing out his chest like some sort of predator as he noticed Jimmy was approaching them. "Hey!" Bartie snapped his fingers in between Hoagie's eyes. Hoagie just barely had to nod toward the approaching man before Bartie whipped around and rolled his eyes and let out a scoff.

"Hoagie P. Gilligan, are you busy at the moment?"

"Yes." The bespectacled man deadpanned.

"I'd like to have a word with you,"

"I just said I'm busy,"

"It sure doesn't look it," And before Hoagie had the chance to respond, Jimmy spoke up again, "Actually, it looks like you're going to go do some marijuana in the parking lot,"

"Do… marijuana…" Bartie laughed, and looked over at his closest friend, who was clearly suppressing a laugh by biting his lower lip. Hoagie gained some composure and raised his eyebrows,

"And?"

"Okay, enough with the antics," Jimmy stepped even closer to Hoagie, making the latter step back into the lockers. "I've tried to be civil-"

"Jimmy, what the hell are you talking about?"

"You need to stay away from Abigail," Jimmy pointed his finger in Hoagie's face as he was looking up at him. Hoagie and Bartie side-eyed each other, confusion plastered all over both of their faces. If Hoagie fell into the more stereotypical hypermasculine character category, he probably would have punched Jimmy in the face by now, or at least shoved him away. But instead, he just stared.

"I don't know what you're talking about,"

"I know that you and Abigail had a moment the night of homecoming and I know that you will corrupt her, which will corrupt my perfect Anna!" He exclaimed. Hoagie couldn't help the smile spreading across his face. He decided to put Jimmy's usage of the word "corrupt" on the backburner, hoping to return to the absolute ridiculousness of it.

"Abby mentioned that we had a… moment?" Hoagie's eyebrows raised and the faintest of pinks spread across his cheeks.

"Yo, you and Abby had a moment?!" Bartie smiled excitedly.

"I guess, I mean-"

"Hey!" Jimmy snapped his fingers in Hoagie's face, "You need to stay away from Abigail,"

"Oh my God, that means Abby-"

"Abby what?" She appeared quite literally out of nowhere, startling all three boys. "Jimmy?" Abby had her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised,

"Why are you so quick to blame me, Abigail? I was having a friendly conversation with my two friends here, isn't that right, boys?"

"I wouldn't call it friendly," Bartie replied, smirking at Jimmy's death-glare. Jimmy glanced back and forth between the two boys, and then back to Abby before seemingly accepting his defeat,

"I have to go find my lovely Anna, so if you'll excuse me,"

"What was that about?" Abby asked, not really expecting an answer from the two young men anyways. She wasn't even sure she wanted an answer - whatever Jimmy told Hoagie was probably so embarrassing.

"Nothing," The two responded in unison, just as Abby expected. She didn't push it, besides, her and Rachel were supposed to hang out later that day anyways, and she knew that the blonde would spill all of the beans. Bartie then laughed out loud,

"What a strange, strange dude,"

"More like a misogynistic asshole weirdo dude," Hoagie muttered, making Abby look up at him with the slightest smile on her face.

3:08 p.m

Uno Residence

Lizzie took a deep breath. Then another. And then another. Her eyes were closed as she sat on the edge of Nigel's full-sized bed. She wanted to cry, but she had already cried so many tears over the past few weeks about this that she was convinced she was all dried up.

Not only was she knocked up, but she realized she didn't even love Nigel anymore. Hell, she didn't even really like him.

What was she going to do? Raise a kid with someone that she doesn't even like for the rest of her life? She was barely eighteen - that seemed so unfair. Coparent? Adoption? Abortion?

Every option seemed terrible and she wished she could just disappear instead of having to make a decision. "Lizzie?" Nigel's faint British accent scared her into opening her eyes. She forgot he was even there.

She took a deep breath. Then another. And then another.

"Nigel, I have something very terrible to tell you,"

"Oh come on Liz, whatever it is, it can't be that ba-"

"I'm pregnant."

The room was filled with an intense silence that was so dense it could be cut with a knife.

"What?" Nigel's voice was soft, and it trembled. Lizzie felt her eye twitch,

"You heard me," She really didn't want to snap on him, but God, she was so scared and frustrated and had no idea what to do,

"How could this happen? What are we going to do?"

"Oh my God, Nigel, I don't fucking know!"

"Lizzie-"

"No, there's no 'we', Nigel,"

"What? Of course there is, it's our baby-"

"Okay," Lizzie sighed, and chewed on her lip for a moment. Nigel stayed silent, not wanting to upset his girlfriend (and future mother of his child) any more. "I need you to recognize that… that this is about me. Not in a selfish way, or anything, but I am the one that is going to have to deal with this for the rest of my life. I am the one who would be having a baby at eighteen, or getting an abortion, or… I don't know. I just need you to be supportive of me right now, and not make it about yourself,"

"Why do you think I would make this about myself?"

"Jesus Christ, I'm leaving," The redhead stood up and slung her backpack over her right shoulder.

"Liz-"

"No. Nope. I need to be away from you right now," She said, opening his bedroom door, walking out, and shutting it behind her, signaling for him to absolutely not follow her.

Nigel was dumbfounded. He had no idea what to do.

After sitting still and staring at his wall for what felt like an eternity, he grabbed his phone.

He knew that he shouldn't call her. He knew that he definitely shouldn't tell her about Lizzie being pregnant.

Unfortunately, he missed her. He missed having a friend to talk to.

Friends tell each other about things like this, right?

His pale finger hovered above the call button as he stared at the contact photo for the blonde. Finally, he pressed call and brought the phone to his ear and listened to the rings. He would never admit it, but he was silently begging her to pick up.

"Hey, it's Rachel! Sorry I missed your call, leave a message!," Nigel pressed the red end button and set his phone down on his nightstand before laying down, holding a pillow over his face, hot tears already streaming out of his eyes, and yelling a muffled,

"God dammit!"

A/N: I genuinely want to thank everyone that has read this and given it a review. I'm hoping to (eventually) finish it and do it justice, however, being in college and working two jobs doesn't exactly leave a ton of time to write. I have another chapter that I'm in the process of finishing up, but who knows when I'll be able to edit and finalize it. But! I will be back!

If you enjoyed (or didn't, I guess) please leave a review :)

Stay safe, and if you're starting school like I am, study hard and party harder!

Xoxo,

Maddie