Ashley

I trudged reluctantly into school. I felt like shit today. But when I saw Ashley at my locker, I was stunned. "Ashley!" I said, almost running up to her.

She didn't move. "We need to talk," she replied.

I raised and eyebrow playfully and half-smiled. "Glad to see you back."

She grunted once and beckoned me over. I obliged. "Ronnie, this is something serious I have to talk to you about. So please just promise me you'll listen. Please." She looked up at me with big eyes.

I nodded.

"Let's say, hypothetically, there were some aftershocks of what we did at the party."

"Aftershocks?"

She nodded. "How would that make you feel?"

"Well, are these "aftershocks"," I made air quotes. "For you or for me?"

She sighed. "Me."

"If I hurt you, then I'm terribly sorry! Oh my god. Ashley, what happened?!"

She shook her head and looked at the ground. "Ronnie," she whispered, a tear dripping out of her eye and onto the floor. "I'm pregnant."

I just stood there for the longest time, staring at her. "What?" I whispered.

She just nodded once.

I turned so my back was against a locker. I slid down it. "I'm the father, aren't I?"

She nodded again. She'd started sobbing, so I pulled her close to me. "What are we going to do?" I asked in a shaky voice.

"I don't know," she sobbed.

"Me either-" I began, but she cut me off.

"If I can go through with this."