'Chris, I have to tell you something. I'm pregnant...' "UGH! So lame!" Adrienne bellowed, crumpling the white paper between her hands and hurling it across the desolate room to join the mound of bad starts. Narrowed her eyes became and her breathing grew heavy. 'Why is this so hard?!' She wondered, laying her clogged head on the oak computer desk. 'Chris and I are really close. This is going to cut him so deep.' She took a few sharp breaths and raised her head from the desk. 'But I can't do this on my own...what am I thinking?! Am I going to keep this baby? I can't kill it...an innocent mistake!'

Adrienne stood up from her chair, surging pain flowing through her back like a river. 'Call him,' she concluded, eyeing the resting phone on the kitchen counter. Like a burgular, she stalked the phone, holding her pugnant hands behind her maroon 'Aeropostale' shirt and quickly went in for the kill. With wavering and stiff fingers, she dialed his number. Three nerveracking rings went by until Mrs. Trousdale answered it cheerfully.

"Hi Mrs. T, it's Adrienne," she informed her, counterfeit vibrance hiding her voice. "I am OK...Yeah, it's been a while...Sure, that sounds great...Yeah, we do need to catch up...Is Chris home? Practice untill 7? Oh yeah, forgot about that...Can you ask him to meet me at the corner of Woodsboro and Heath as soon as he gets home? No, everything will be fine...I juss need to talk to him. OK thanks Mrs. T...You, too...Bye." On the corner of Woodboro and Heath is where Adrienne got Cocoa over a decade ago, a lonley pup with black eyes like shiny marbles just waiting to be bough by a carefree child. Chris paid for Cocoa...a whole $5.79. It's also the place where they go to talk like when Chris's dad died from cancer a few years back. She hung up the phone, the thought of Chris and her's possible destoryed friendship marching through her mind.

It was about 8 when Chris jogged up to Adrienne sitting on a lonley green park bench caddy corner of the two streets. "Hey," Chris greeted her, heavy breathing staggering his speech. His sparkling smile was slapped away instinaneously by Adrienne's glacial expression.

"Sit down, Chris," Adrienne told him, already avoiding his beautiful eyes. He sat down cautiously next to her, hunching over to attempt to read Rina's expression. "Ummm..." she attempted to start, bravely peering back at Chris's face. She couldn't control it; she looked away, her hands linked nervously. "Chris...I...I'm...I've been throwing up...and...my period...it's over...a month late..."

"No," Chris whispered, almost incoherently. He sat back, hands atop of his opened mouth. His eyes ever windening were stationed straight ahead of him.

"Yes, yes," Adrienne replied, trying with all her soul to keep the tears at bay. "I'm pregnant."

Chris didn't respond right away. This devastating news was still leaking into his brain. Nothing could penetrate Chris's ear drums, this news was too much for him to intake anything else. He slouched back, unsure of what to say or do. He looked at Adrienne and she looked at him. Adrienne once again turned away. No emotion could explain what they were feeling. "Are you sure...absolutley sure?" he implored with pleading eyes, touching her arm soothingly.

"I bought the store out of their pregnancy tests," Adrienne informed him, looking down at the cracks of the sidewalks. "I'm sure."

"But those things aren't 100% accurate, right?" Chris asked intensely, desperation carrying through his voice.

"They're pretty accurate," Adrienne assured him.

"Pretty isn't 100%," Chris insisted, peering intensely into the side of Adrienne's head.

"Why are you fighting this?" Adrienne asked, anger starting to rise in her tone. She turned to him awaiting his response. His hazel eyes were glued to the roaring road as he attempted to think of what to say.

"Cuz I'm not sure about you," Chris told her, raising his now unrecognizable eyes to hers and resting his right arm on the back of the bench. "I mean...we aren't even sure if it was me you were with..."

She blinked and bobbed her head back at those tasteless words. Friends for so long and now he's 'not sure about her?' It was like he morphed into a completely different Chris; a pod Chris. She looked at him blankly, her mouth curling down slightly at the corners. "Danny told us what happened," Adrienne challenged, her ginger curls waving with the gusting wind.

"No," Chris corrected her with a rising voice, "He told us what he saw..."

"What do you think he saw?!" Adrienne cried, waving her hands at her sides and puffing out her chest angrily. Her eyes could burn a hole through metal.

"Who knows what happened that night?" Chris continued, shrugging his shoulderss jaggedly, almost standing from the knees up. "No one can know for sure. I bet Danny drank a little that night."

"How can you be making such accusations about your friend! He drove us home!" Adrienne spatted back distastefully, "He's responsible...unlike you." Chris's mouth was deformed into a twisted frown as a gust of wind surrounded them to try to cool the tension.

"And what about you?" Chris yelled. The steamy silence between the two scortched the air like burnt barbeque. Their eyes were glued to each other, but Adrienne's were brimmed with gistening tears. It was a test of mental strenght; who is more strong? He shook his head violently as he abruptly bolted up from his seat, "Forget it...This is a fucking joke. I'm outta here." With that, he began strolling down the street, his hands deeply thrusted into his pockets.

Adrienne's eyes followed his trail like radar until he was nothing but a tiny ant in the falling sun. She sniffed back her tears violently, her mind absolutley burnt and tired from this burden. She vowed a long time ago never to cry because of a guy. She's seen how a girl broke down after tears were shed, like Devon. Devon was utterly smashed when her father left, leaving her, her mother and brother some dirty laundy and memories filled with lies. Guys weren't worth girls' tears, Adrienne concluded from that day forth. She plans to stay true to her promise.