Purpose

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 noveмвer 6

I honestly never thought I'd be put into this kind of predicament, like ever... I was always the good one you could say. So for me to be here for the reason I am, I'm terrified... No, petrified...

I sat quietly on the white little bed inside of my doctor's office, just waiting for Doctor Owens to stride in. When he walks in, he smiles at both Quinn and I before he sits down in the chair next to the machines, looking down at a clipboard with most likely my information on it.

"So?" Quinn looks at him as I stare down at my worn out converse.

"You're pregnant Ms. Rennix," his smile widens as wrinkles form around his lips, he must have been in his late 30's or so. I look up with wide eyes, this can't be happening... It just can't...

"What?" I ask shocked thinking I miss heard him. I had to of, right? I'm only twenty one, I can't be pregnant, not now...

I haven't even considered the thought of a baby, hell I haven't even considered what I'm having for dinner tonight!

"You're about three weeks pregnant Lark," he says softly and I just nod slightly, there's no way for me to avoid this... I just can't.

"How about you come back to my office next Thursday, that way you can let this all sink in?" He keeps smiling, I guess to help cheer me up a bit.

"Okay," I whisper, nodding slightly and stand up as he hands me a folder. "This has your results and practically a "how to" on your pregnancy."

I nod again, "Thank you," I take the folder quietly and soon Quinn and I are walking out of the hospital and back to her car.

As I get in her car I almost instantly break, I don't even know the man... Quinn sighs and rubs my back, "You got this Lark," she whispers softly and looks at me.

"I don't know the father, Quinn!" I look at her, wiping my eyes. "The last time I saw him was... It was maybe a week ago..."

"Where at?" She asks and starts driving, as I tell her where, curious to what this crazy girl is doing now. "We're gonna go see if he's still there."

"You're such a stalker," I mumble quietly though a light chuckle escaped my lips. Why would he believe me though? I was just a one time thing to him and that's all he was supposed to be to me! This wasn't supposed to happen... I shouldn't have let Quinn convince me to go to that damned club... "Plus, what makes you think he's going to actually be there?"

"I have my ways," she smirks and nudges my shoulder, doing what she can to cheer me up.

I bite my lip ignoring my thoughts and watch out the window, even though this is normally only a five minute drive, it felt like an eternity. How am I supposed to tell a one night stand that I am now carrying his baby? It'll make me sound like I'm one of those clingy people who can't let go...

"Lark!" Quinn yells smacking my arm.

"Huh, what?" I look at her and see that we showed up to the Avon Theatre and he was there again except with more people surrounding him.

"Is that him?" She asks as she notices my body freeze up and I nod.

"Do I have to?" I whisper.

"He is the father, I'm sure you'd want to know," she sighs and gets out. I bite my lip nervously as I get out with her and we walk into the crowd and listen to him strum an unfamiliar song while his voice goes right along with it.

I rub my head gently and sigh till I feel Quinn grab my hand and lead me to the retreating figure of the man.

"Sir?" She looks at him as he stops and looks at us, well more likely her. She could actually keep her head up in at least his general direction while I'm the one who looks any where but him.

He chuckles softly at the name, "It's Jason."

I remembered that...

She pushes me and I look up at her, she being about 5'2" while I'm only 4'11" though for some reason she had a confused, shocked look on her face when she looked up at him.

"What?"

"Lark?" He looks at me and I immediately feel my cheeks heat up.

He remembered...?

I nod slightly, "Yeah," I whisper softly and Quinn pushes me closer to him. I swallow quietly and glare at her. That one question rang in my head, how am I supposed to tell him?

"Tell me what?" He asks and I hear Quinn snicker behind me as she left me alone with him.

"W-What?" I mumble and bite my lip nervously, again.

"You spoke out loud, love," he says softly looking down at me, his eyes immediately softening.

"Do you remember what happened about three weeks ago at that club?" I sigh looking down at my hands, picking at the old nail polish that had already began to chip off.

He nods and looks down at me, "What about it?" He seemed to be so caring... Even of strangers.

"I... I'm pregnant..."