Save a Dance For Me. (Sequel to Love Suicide, a Ryder Lynn Love Story)

The Rachel Berry Project Part 32.

The question wasn't how I was going to tell Melody, no. The question was, if I should tell Melody.

"Of course you have to tell her." Kitty scoffed, sipping on an iced coffee. "She's your mom, and you might be pregnant." 

Bianca chuckled, "Are you insane?" 

"What? It's the responsible thing to do." Kitty argued, slamming her hand down on the table and glaring at Bianca. 

Bianca chuckled again, "Silly Kitty. Our dear Scarlet may be pregnant, the key word may. We can't tell Melody, there's so much shit going on right now, if we tell her it'll make her universe literally explode. Scarlet makes enough money to pay for her own testing, we don't need to tell her. In fact, I bet you 100 dollars right now Kitty, that when she goes to the doctors tomorrow. She's going to come out of those doors and pronounce that she isn't pregnant." 

Kitty raised an eyebrow, "You bet 100 dollars?" Bianca nodded her head, with a smug expression. Kitty's grin grew smoothly and her hand reached across the table. "You've got a deal." Bianca smacked her hand against Kitty's and shook it violently. 

"Guys?" I blurted, "I'm not going to tell her." 

"You have to!" Kitty spat. 

"No she doesn't, didn't we just have this conversation?" Bianca questioned, then scratched her cheek and took a sip of her drink. "Go on Scar." 

I shook my head and picked away at the label on my water. "I don't want Melody any sadder then she already is." I sighed. Bianca and Kitty's faces dropped. "If they were both here, I'd tell them in a heart beat but," I paused, re-collecting my thoughts. "But-"

"Both of them aren't here." Bianca's hand snatched out and grabbed my own. "We understand." 

"I think I'm gunna go home." I whined, standing up and twirling my keys. "It's getting kind of late, I better rest, for tomorrow, besides Melody doesn't like me being out late, and that's alright." 

"I'll see you tomorrow." Kitty smiled, waving her fingers. 

Bianca nodded. "I'll see you in an hour or two." 

I gave a short nod and wandered to my jeep. 

**

There she was, Dottie. Struggling to stuff all of her books into her locker. "Need any help Dottie?" I asked, leaning against the locker next to hers. 

She gulped and pushed her glasses up her nose. "That would be nice." 

"Well, It would've been nice to have some help decorating the dance. Oh wait, I gave you the job of rounding up people to do just that. Isn't that right Dottie?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes. Dottie gulped.