My head feels fuzzy and I can feel a headache coming on. I rub my temples furiously trying to postpone the headache, which will slow me down. I run down the hall and in every locker is a paper sticking out of it of what was just on the screen. Loud clamoring from down the hall nears and a whole crowd of students and running in the hallway, grabbing papers out the lockers to get a close up on what was on the projector.

I read over the document, over and over again. 

No. It's not possible. H-he would've told me.

I swallow down on the lump in my throat that threatens to burst. 

"Bay, what is this?" Zoe asks when she runs up to me, out of breath with a paper in her hands.

I reread over the document, trying to wrap my head over the information.

Dear Victoria Francesca Hughes,

We are pleased to tell you that you are indeed pregnant. Congratulations! Pregnancy is a tough struggle for many but as they say 'It takes a village to raise a child'. Planned parenthood is here to support you in your journey on being a mother. Babies are a true gift and you should consider it a blessing to have to experience it.

Again, Congratulations.

If you have any questions, please call me at xxx-xxx-xxxx. My email is xxx.xx....

Doria Francis

Head of OBGYN Administration.

I look up at the date of the document and my heart drops out my chest and to the floor. This was a year ago. I am talking junior year. So, Issac knew that Victoria was pregnant a year ago and he didn't tell me. 

"Bay, it's-" A familiar voice that used to make my heart sing and my ears perk up says. I turn around and stare at Issac with tear-filled eyes. 

Why am I so WEAK!

"Seriously! Are you kidding me!" I yell at him and throw the paper at him. "Ser-seriously.." I whisper feeling my heart clench in my chest. I feel like I am going to pass out. It's like my heart is literally ripping in half.

"Bay, you have to listen to me. It's not-" 

A loud screeching comes from the speakers around the school, which indicates that someone is about to make an announcement.

"Victoria. Where have you gone?." A garbled voice asks in a sing-songy voice and then bursts out laughing. 

"Don't worry there will be more. Or you could always turn to your local gossip outlet, TMZ or Talia, Mariana, and Zara for all the gossip and copies. Until tomorrow." The line cuts off and I look back at Issac whose eyes are dark and hold so much sadness. I almost want to hug him and kiss his sadness away.

Almost.

"Bay-"

"Go find your baby mother." I seethe and walk away.

"Bay!" Issac yells and loud footsteps behind me, signal for me to walk faster through the crowd. 

A hand hooks on my arm and pulls me back firmly, but gently.

"Don't walk away Bay. Please. I can't be the father. I-I c-can't" He whispers, almost like he is talking to himself.

"Who else would it be Issac! You were dating her and you obviously banged her. You were just stupid enough to get her pregnant. And stop the whole clueless act! You probably knew. How could you not? You know, I actually thought....just for one minute, I thought-" I cut myself off and walk away from him, knowing my next words would come out as sobs. 

Hot tears stream down my face, messing up the face paint on my face as I walk home.

...

"No Armani, don't defend him!" I yell at him and turn around and walk back to the couch and snuggle back up with my plush blanket and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

"It couldn't have been Issac's baby Bay. You gotta give him a chance."

"Shut up and let me watch my show." I tell him and look back at the handsome Dominic Sherwood as he fights vampires in Shadowhunters.

"You know what I don't get." Armani says and stands in front the TV.

"You will tell me whether I say yes or no, so what the hell?" I say with a mouthful of ice cream in my mouth.

"After everything you two have been through, you are so quick to give up. He broke up with a whole British chick, he had us go to Alaska for the rock concert-"

"Wait, hold up he said YOU planned that."

"Really? Did he now?" Armani responds sarcastically. "I didn't plan shiiiiit. I sat back, watched Issac use his fancy credit card to pay for crap. All I did was take my jet. It was his idea."

I look down at the tub of ice cream with a small smile on my lips and warm cheeks.

He did that?

"Listen, that guy is head over heels in love with you. He has gone through a lot of shit. And Victoria made it worst. You came along and I have never seen him with such a happy-" Armani starts gesturing with his hands on what he means, but I look at him confused. He gives up. "Look." Armani sits down next to me.

"You want to know why I love Cartier?"

I mean I didn't ask but-

"It's not because she is drop dead gorgeous and she has legs for days, a-" He cuts his self off and smiles devilishly. "She has helped me through a lot. I go through alot of stress. My father is always pressuring me to be the best and become the CEO of his company. I just want to do lacrosse, but I can't because I have to take over the company, I have to be the big CEO and study hard. I lost a lot of weight and focusing on being the best in school, getting good grades caused me to miss a few meals and I exercise like crazy, so that's why I look so lanky, but Cartier was like a ball of fire lighting up my cold, dark, and desolate world. She warmed me, she showed me that there is more to life than being the CEO of Clarke Industries and school. She helped me improve my eating and stuff like that, but it was more than that. I used to just live so that I could just make my father proud all the time, but she" Armani smiles, a smile that reaches his eyes and his eyes twinkle up thinking about Cartier. " She gave me two reasons to live."

"Two?" I ask. "Is she?" I ask and gesture with my eyes.

"OH no! Not like that. She showed me to live for myself, but also she is another reason to live. She is my personal limelight if that makes sense."

"No it does."

"The point is. Issac was broken before meeting you. Well, before bumping into you that day. He put on a good happy face, but inside he was in...what's that word?" He snaps his fingers and bangs his heads with his fist. "Turmoil! Yeah that. You weren't the only one hurting. Look, Issac never gave up on you even when you pushed him away. Don't push him away on this. He is confused and hurt right now. You left him, he has a child out there, or maybe it was aborted. Who knows? But now, he needs his limelight and that so happens to be you lightweight."

He is right. I shouldn't have walked away.

A sigh passes through my lips and I close my eyes, the guilt and regret crashing on me like a hard slap in the face. 

How could I?

"I need to go see him" I say and throw the blanket off me and walk to the door, slide into my bunny slippers and look back at Armani.

"Drive me....please" 

Armani smiles and gets up. We walk outside and into his Bentley that is colored maroon, Armani's favorite color. Armani plays music on the radio and we drive in silence to Issac's house.

...

"Thanks" I tell Armani with a grateful smile and I walk up to Issac's gate. I take the key out my pocket that Issac gave me to open his gate. I open the gate door and walk in after locking it back. I ring the doorbell and in like 3 seconds, Francesca, one of the ladies in the maid service, opens the door.

"Hey 'Chesca"

"Hi!" she responds with a smile.

"I came to see-"

"Yes I know. Go up. He has been in a sour mood all night."

I give her one last smile before walking up the stairs and to Issac's door. I hold my fist up to bring it to knock on the door, but I stop midway.

What if he doesn't forgive me?

What if he hates me forever for leaving him when he never leaves me?

I abandoned him when he needed me the most. 

I really am stupid.

I knock on the door 3 times and wait. 

"Francie I am not in the mood to talk. I told you that already." A groggy voice says behind the door. My heart clenches hearing his voice. He only sounds like that right after he wakes up or he was crying. I twist the knob and open the door. Issac is covered under the sheets and I can only see his hair. He is facing away from me. I walk over the bed and crawl into it and lay down next to him, resting my head on the pillow next to him.

"I'm sorry Issac" 

He doesn't say anything and he just lays there almost like he is lifeless and for a minute, I think he fell asleep until-

"How could you walk away? I thought we were past that." He asks, his voice raspy.

"I was angry and I wasn't thinking. I just saw a document that is for sure real that Victoria was pregnant and you were her boyfriend. I thought my boyfriend had a kid out there. I- there is no excuse. I should've listened."

"I'm scared Bay. I may have be a father or would have been, i don't know." He says and turns and looks at me. I wince at his appearance. His face is pale, paler than usual. His lips are red and his eyes are dull, absent of life. 

"I'm here Issac."

"Are you? Because every time things get difficult Bay, you walk away. You just leave and I needed you. Did you think about how I may be feeling? To find out my ex girlfriend was pregnant and I am probably the father? And what you assumed I know. You think I would hide something like that from you! God" He gets out the bed and sits on the couch in front of the bed, putting space between us.

"You are right. I shouldn't have reacted that way."

"You shouldn't have because it isn't fair Bay. Relationships are about trust and you can't trust me. You turned your back and left me in that hallway with a bunch of students who wanted to know about my life's drama when I was thinking about the fact that I may or may not have had a kid!" He exclaims and runs a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Issa-"

"I stood by you when you went through everything with your aunt and your father. I-I was there for you and this one time I needed you and you were walking away."

"I'm sorry Issac. I won't walk away again. Please. " I tell him and bite down on my quivering bottom lip as I feel like I'm on the verge of crying. He looks so hurt, confused, and above all broken.

"I-I need some space right now. I need to think, just-" He sighs and runs his hand through his messy hair. "Sleep here. It's like 2 in the morning, I will sleep somewhere else."

"Issac, please don't go. Let's just talk about this for a minute. I don't want to leave things just like this. I-I need you Issac"

He stares into my glossy hazel eyes and I into his grey eyes. The hurt expression he has written all over his face breaks me and I want to look away because the guilt is eating me up every second, but I cant. I won't. What hurts even more is the look of distrust in his eyes as he stares at me. 

"If only you realized I needed you just as much as you needed me" He says before walking out of the room.

"Issac!" I yell out. I yell his name again, but I get stopped by the hot tears streaming down my face. I cover my mouth to hold in my sobs. I keep muttering Issac's name over and over again, wanting him to come back. I made a mistake. 

I walked away.

Just like my father did. When I needed my father the most, he left and didn't turn back. And I did the same thing to the one person who mattered the most to me.

Please don't leave me, a faint voice keeps saying in my head.

What have I done?

...

Victoria Hughes has gone ghost. 

She hasn't been seen since the football game last night when her biggest secret was revealed: she got knocked up. Everyone was wondering where the Queen Bee disappeared to.

Until

She walked into the school building looking stylish as ever and her head held high, like nothing happened. 

I walk farther through the hallway, the paper sticking out of everyone's locker, taunting me more and more. I need to know what it says.

Hurry

I walk to my locker and pluck out the two stapled documents and read them over. My eyes scan across the papers quickly, but still grasping the information. My eyes widen every time a new piece of information hits me like a wrecking ball.

Issac isn't the father.

I look up at Victoria who is walking down the hallway. Everyone has a document in there hand and they are all looking at her in disgust, but some are laughing.

Her eyebrows furrow and she hurries to her locker. She takes the documents and reads them over. I watch as her facial expression changes almost a thousand times. First it was one of nonchalance, then confusion, then horror, then sadness, and a thousand more faces in between.

She looks around at everyone as they all judge her.

"Baby killer" a guy with red hair says as he passes by Victoria.

"Really? Abortion." A girl scoffs and walks off.

"You cheated on Issac Evans! With Oliver Fray! Ew. Look at Issac and then look at Oliver. In my opinion-" A popular wannabe says, but is cut off when Oliver Fray comes walking down the hallway with a gobsmacked look on his face. He has the papers in his hand and he looks at Victoria. She walks in his direction, pleading with him with her crystallized blue eyes, but he steps back. He looks at her in disgust and shakes his head before walking away in the opposite direction. 

Talia and Sienna set this all up, but why would Talia expose that her boyfriend cheated on her and got another girl pregnant? That makes no sense at all!.

Victoria stand there frozen, her blue eyes like glass, filled with tears. She holds her head down, probably in shame and then she runs off in the opposite direction. 

Despite everything Victoria has done, I feel bad for her. Ironic right?

She just had this big secret announced. She cheated on the golden boy and got pregnant and then she aborted the baby. To say she done fucked up is an understatement.

But I'm gonna say it anyway.

She done fucked up.

I run off to the lacrosse court where Armani, Asher, and Issac are doing a little lacrosse practice for the 3 of them. I walk onto the field right when Issac scores the lacrosse ball into the goal. Asher and Armani high five Issac and he smiles small at  his two friends. I go up on the bleachers and sit and watch the two boys play the game. I always admire how good the three of them play on the field. They play like they are perfectly in sync, like they have been doing it for ages. 

They wrap up their game and start walking back to the locker room. I rush down, catching Issac before he could follow Armani and Asher inside. 

"Issac." I say and stop in front of him. He looks down on me with blank eyes, showing no emotion. 

"What Bay?"

"Can we talk, we haven't talked since last night and you basically ran out on me."

"That's funny coming from you."

"Issac, I want to fix this. I want to fix us."

"Right now Bay, what I need is some time to think."

I hand him the paper that was just posted at the lockers. He looks down at them and sighs before taking them and reading them over. His muscles tense when he looks down at the first page, specifically the part that says Oliver Nathaniel Fray is the father of Baby A.

"You aren't the father Issac and I should've been there for you and believed you, but I let my anger cloud my judgement."

He doesn't say anything and he keeps his eyes on the papers in front of him. He releases a long exhale of breath. He looks up at me briefly before walking around me and heading back to the locker room.

"I should've known you were just as broken as me. You just hid it behind a beautiful smile." I say to his back. 

He stops in his tracks for a second and just when I think he might turn around and just look at me, he places one foot in front of the other and continues his trek back into the locker rooms, leaving me alone on the field. 

This was supposed to be my happy ending.

He was supposed to be my happy ending.

Why do I always mess up everything good in my life?

Everything I do, everything I touch, I destroy. At least that's what my mom tells me and now I am actually believing her.

I destroyed my relationship with Issac. 

I will never get a happy ending.