I Have Something to Tell You

Every Action Causes a Reaction

Lissa's POV

*still in Drew's car*

We were just sitting there, not sure what to do with ourselves. The electricity we had felt only a little while ago, was definitely gone. We were at my house the engine on but the car in park. I had stopped crying by now and was just waiting for him to say something.

"Please say something," I whisper my voice hoarse from crying.

"What do you want me to say?" He practically yelled at me. He calmed. "What do you want me to say," he said quietly.

I didn't know what I wanted him to say I just knew I had to get out of there or I would throw my undeserving self at him.

As I started to get out he said," Who's the father?"

The question I had been dreading since I told him I was pregnant. "John." Then I was out the car and running up the driveway to my house.

Drew's POV

I clenched and unclenched my hand over and over again as I sped home. John, John, John. The name wouldn't stop repeating itself in my head. I couldn't believe my brother got my girlfriend knocked up.

When I got home my mom was in the kitchen."Hi honey," she started. I interrupted her mid-sentence.

"Where's John," I said, my teeth gritting together.

"He's upstairs, in his room," my mom answered looking worried suddenly.

I ran up to his room. I burst through the door without knocking.

"Hey," he said without looking up from his computer. "How was school?"

He stood up then and I walked over and punched him in his eye.

"That's for hooking up with my girlfriend," I say and walk out.

Kylie's POV

Woah. Did Sam just say he loves me a few minutes ago? We had gotten into his car and he said it. He said,"Kylie, I think I'm in love with you." We had sat in the car for a moment, the silence over-taking us when he just started driving. He drove to my house and dropped me off and kept going.

I had my back pushed up against the front door not knowing what to do. Suddenly, it all made sense. The secret glances he always gave me when he thought I wasn't looking, the conversations that had abruptly stopped when I entered the room, and all those years of people telling me how lucky I was to have him, even though I explained he wasn't mine technically.

"Oh was that Sam," my mom asks, bustling from the kitchen. "Why didn't he come in?"

"Oh um," I struggle for a good excuse, "he was...um busy today." I wanted to slap myself in my face. That was the worst excuse ever. What if she asked what he was busy with?

"Hmm, yes I see," she said in her 'mom knows all' voice. I needed to get out of there.

"Well I better get going, I have a lot of homework," I said and I raced upstairs. I lay on my bed and tried to figure it all out. But all I could think was, "Sam 'Wiseman' Wisemen, my best friend since 5th grade was in love with me."

Sam's POV

I could not believe I did that. I don't know what came over me, I guess I just REALLY didn't want her to think that I had a crush on Davey. Not to be rude but that girl scared me a little.

I didn't know what to do with myself. Normally, if I was in a situation like this, I'd just call Kylie. For this particular situation it involves her and I can't talk to Kylie about Kylie.

I was a mess. And apparently I wasn't the only one.