Living Without A Heart

"What am I gonna do?"

Two weeks had passed since Alice and FP's rendezvous and they hadn't spoken much. She thought FP had taken a 'fun whilst it lasted' approach and he had, but he had a lingering feeling like his inner compass pointed towards the bad girl. They agreed they were just messing around and left it at that. As the universe usually does, it threw a spanner in the works, stirred the pot... opened Pandora's box.

"FP, FP!" She called "Jones I need to talk to you!"
"Sorry Smith, we have plans." He said with a smirk whilst motioning to a raven haired vixon as he left. A pang of guilt shot through him as he walked away - it was only momentarily but it was there nonetheless. He could have sworn he saw a twinge of pain and ...fear? in her eyes. It went as quickly as it came right before she built her wall back up. Why would she be afraid? FP quickly brushed off all thoughts of Alice as he was unable to believe the girl as tough as nails, was afraid.

Feeling alone and frightened, Alice headed for the toilets as everyone headed to class. Unbeknownst to her, two girls had entered the toilets since she did. The first girl was writing on the mirror with her lipstick, her name was Sierra Samuels. The second girl was Hermione Gomez, the rebelling Catholic, teetering between being the obedient daughter and running on the wild side.

Alice sat in a pokey, yellow cubicle with a small piece of plastic clutched in her hand. Her foot bounced up and down agitatedly awaiting the results that would determine her future. Hesitantly looking down at the stick, her heart dropped into her stomach, and she couldn't breathe. Fear had wrapped its immoral hands around her windpipe and refused to let her go. A pink plus glared up at her and she slammed her hand into the cubicle wall in anger. 

Opening the door, Hermione stood with a concerned look on her face and Sierra halted her drawing. In a panic Alice barged out of the cubicle making sure to push past Hermione as she went. Shaky hands griped the sink for support and she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Oh girl tell me you're not!" Hermione said in exasperation.
"It's probably a false positive. It happens all the time.."Alice replied indignant.
"Yeah like 3% of the time!" Sierra argued.
A moment passed and Alice turned around with a sharp sigh "What am I gonna do? I tried talking to him but he blew me off for some vixon he's screwing" she said with tears threatening to spill down her face "Classic FP Jones."
"FP Jones!" They both exclaimed in shock and amazement.
However the conversation was abruptly ended when a red haired girl with a clipboard and an accusational expression burst through the doors.

"Hall pass ladies?"
Hermione handed hers over whilst Alice and Sierra just looked at her.
The girl stared back in a way that redirected the request at Alice.
"Oh its up your ass Penelope." She replied plainly.
"Are they the manners every mother teaches their bastard babies?" Penelope asked with a snear.
Everything was silent as Alice straightened herself up, turned to Penelope and slapped her across the face, the sound resounding through the room. Suddenly everything sped up as Penelope struck back. Alice dragged her to the floor( with a psychotic grin on her face) by her hair and the both of them ended up rolling around on the germ-ridden floor with Hermione and Sierra desperately trying to separate them. As a result all four of them ended up with an eight hour detention the coming Saturday but all Alice could think about was the fact that she had FP's baby growing inside of her...