Ashley

Ashley's POV

I tossed and turned in my bed. I'd told Mom I wasn't feeling well; which was true, I wasn't, plus I'd been puking all morning; and got to stay home from school. I just couldn't believe it. I was pregnant. With Ronnie's kid. Ronnie's the dad. Ronnie's gonna be a father.

"You need anything, honey?" Mom asked, poking her head in.

I shook my head, and flipped onto my back. Mom left, and I put my hands on my stomach. I rubbed it gently. "What are we going to do?" I asked; more to myself, than the baby. I hadn't even realized I'd been crying, but when one snuck down my shirt and into my cleavage, I shuddered. I fell asleep for a while, then Max woke me up.

"Ash, it's Ronnie," he said, tossing me the phone.

I gulped and answered, "Hello?"

"Hey. Heard you were sick. Feeling any better?"

I sighed. Should I tell him? "Not really."

"Think you'll be at school tomorrow?"

"Maybe," I croaked.

"Yeesh. You don't sound good at all. Well, I hope you feel better."

Then he hung up. I turned my head to look at the doorway. The lights were off, but there was still light coming through the window. A small beam of light shone on Max's face. He looked worried. "You alright, Ash?"

I nodded.

"You don't look it," he said, walking over to me.

I sighed, and covered my head with my blanket.

He sat down on my bed and pulled it off. He started stroking my hair. "You can tell me what's wrong," he whispered.

I half-smiled, then sat up. "If I tell you something...well...can you keep a secret?"

"Of course."

"Even if the circumstances are kinda...bad?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just promise you won't tell Mom or Dad," I said shakily.

He nodded, slowly.

I took a deep breath, then said, "I'm pregnant."