I ended up going home later that day, but it was anything but pleasant. My mom was waiting for me as soon as I got home. She wasn't happy and it showed. I could tell she knew that something was up. As soon as I closed the door, she came out of the living room and into the front hall. She was infuriated; I knew it. She looked it.


"I got a call today," She said, her arms crossed over her chest.


I was confused, but that didn't stop me from asking, "Okay. Who was it from? What did they want? And, why are you telling me?”


"They called from the hospital to tell you that you forgot to pick up your...

I couldn’t believe that I was doing this. I was back out again, hoping to find Cody’s van on the side of the road. Alejandro told me where the car broke down on and that’s what I was going by.


"There it is!" Sierra shouted from the passenger seat.


"Where?" I asked.


She pointed out the window, "I know all about my Codykins and I know--"


"That's nice."


There was traffic backed up, just like I had been told.


I turned the car off in the middle road--no one was going anywhere anyways--and got out; Sierra followed in suit. She dashed off towards Cody's van, "CODY!"


I shook my head, continuing with...

Another couple of weeks came by, along with the middle of my pregnancy. Christmas was also nearing. My doctor had to dismay me though; I was still happy about Marisol coming sooner, so this news couldn’t bring me down too much, even if it was pretty bad.


“You’re over halfway done with your pregnancy,” She stated as I was preparing to leave.


“And?” I asked. What was she getting at?


“We’re going to have to have an appointment every two weeks just to make sure that everything is alright.”


“Is this another one of your jokes?”


“No, but we’ll have to take extra care for her polio,”...

We got to the doctor's office at the hospital without a problem. Alejandro opened the passenger door for me and I got out of his car. He took my hand, leading us into the building. We made our way to the doctor’s office; I signed in and we sat down in a couple of the waiting room seats.


One thing I noticed was that most of the other women there were a lot older than I was. Their stares were disapproving, I could tell. They all thought it: I was a slut, a whore. I knew they thought it. There wasn’t a ring on my finger and I looked my age of eighteen. Their stares dug into me like a knife....

It seemed that the movement of Gallagher High stopped when everyone heard a high-pitched sob. Everyone turned around, and Team Amazon stepped aside in embarrassment.
The shrill cry of despair had come from no other than Heather, whose arms wrapped around her as she cried.
Gwen was trying to calm Heather, but the latter had already stopped crying when she saw Team CIRRRRH.
"Heather? Are you ok? Did you lose your breakfast?" Owen asked.
"Heather...? ¿Como estas?" Alejandro walked up to her, concerned.
"GO AWAY!!" Screeched Heather. She had started sobbing again, this time harder. "MIND YOUR OWN...

It was just an average day. I was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine, my dad was at work, my mom was making dinner, and my little brother was upstairs playing video games.

The silence was broken by the ringing phone.

"I got it!" my mother called. "Hello?"

"Hi. Can i please speak to Heather?"

"Who is this?"

"Alejandro."

"Hang on. Heather, do you know anyone named 'Alejandro'?

The name gave me. shivers. I tried to forget that name.

That face.

That kiss.

That incident.

"No," I lied.

"Shes says she doesn't know you."

"She's lying."

"Ok. How do you know her, then."

"We were on TV together"

"What? OH! that...

“I know that they abandoned me when I needed them, but—but I just—I can’t believe this happened,” Courtney cried from inside the room.


“Sh, Courtney, everything is going to be alright,” Trent replied.


“Poor Courtney,” Sierra stated as we stood outside of the room. She bounced up and down in an attempt to quiet Lyric down.


There was silence, except for Lyric’s whimpering, for the next twenty minutes or so.


Trent and Courtney came out of the room, his hands situated on her shoulders, massaging them. Her eyes were red and puffy-looking, “Sierra, can I have Lyric? He’s probably...

I was glad when we got back home. It had been a tiring day. I just wanted to fall right asleep, and that’s what I did until about noon.


Within the next few days, Courtney was allowed to be released from the hospital along with baby Lyric. Trent had stayed with her the whole time; he was stranded anyway since no one bothered to take him back to Sierra’s house to get his car.


Courtney had called me and asked me if I would take the small family back to Sierra’s so that Trent could drive them back to their apartment. I agreed, but I was told that they wouldn’t be able to take Lyric home unless...

Another two weeks—I was about four and a half months pregnant, half way done—or so passed without much happening. Well, there was one strange that had been happening: Courtney and I had become somewhat close friends. I think it was because we had something in common; I never would have imagined that Courtney and I would have something in common. It was strange to think that our babies brought us to be friends. The two of us had begun to visit each other often.


I went to her apartment more often than she came over to Alejandro’s house since her doctor wanted her to take it easy as she got...

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I couldn’t remember getting into the position I was into, which was wrapped in Alejandro’s arms on his bed. I tried to squirm out of his grip, but to no use; he wasn't letting me go. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my cell phone out of it. I put it up to my ear, answered it, and whispered, "Hello?"


"Heather! Where are you?"


Crap! It was my mother!


"What do you mean?"


I was hoping I could convince her that I was home.


"Don't play dumb with me. I know you never came home last night."


"I'm over at Sierra's," I lied. I still kept...

Damn it! Why did Courtney have to go into labor now? Why did she have to do it when Alejandro was obviously in the middle of doing something very important? And why did Trent have to speak up when he could see what was going on? Why?


Immediately, Courtney’s scream came from inside, “Trent, get me to a hospital!”


“Are you guys coming of what?” Trent asked nervously.


I stood up angrily, “Can’t you see that we were in the middle of something?”


Alejandro stood up from the ground and placed a hand on my shoulder, “It’s all right, mi amor. My question can wait.”


I scowled. No, it...

“Courtney? What are you doing here?” I asked in surprise.


“I’m pregnant,” Courtney snapped. Her stomach was very swollen.


“Obviously.”


She crossed her arms over her chest, “I guess we’re both knocked up.”


“How far along are you?”


“Seven months with a boy. You?”


“I’m four months with a girl.”


“Maybe we could keep in touch,” She rummaged through her purse and found a small notebook with a pen attached to it. She wrote something on it, ripping the page out; she handed it to me, “It’s good to know that I’m not the only one in this situation.”


I stuffed the...

The TDWT contestants were just sleeping while I was wide awake. Gwen's head was upside down from the chair, Owen was being a seat hog as usual, and Izzy was sleeping on his lap. Heather was awake, reading "Breaking Dawn". I walked over and sat by her.
"Go away creep."
"Why should I have to? Try to answer that."
"I guess I can't." Heather blushed.
"How many pages are you into the book?"
"50." she replied.
"Marvelous. But you best get some sleep. We have another challenge tomorrow."
"I guess I should." Heather fell asleep, as I did the same right beside her.

*The next day*

All the contestants woke up...