Anna's Final Letter - Version II (On Hiatus)

Chapter 2

A/N: Different chapter! I decided to develop Blake and Anna's relationship more before everything else so you get an idea of what their relationship is like :)

Lauren :)

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Chapter 2:

I was standing against the radiator in the canteen with Blake, soaking up what little heat the radiator was giving off. It annoyed me that the radiator was pathetically warm in the winter, then it was on full whack in the summer.

The clock was slowly ticking down the final couple of minutes until break would end, and I was still wondering how I would ever managed to tell him.

"Woah, Anna, what's up?" Blake asked me, lifting my head up with his index finger while staring into my eyes, like he was trying to read my mind. He knew me better than anyone else ever had, yet he couldn't quite read my mind.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired, that's all," I lied. I was impressed with myself at how smoothly it came out, and I was suprised at how Blake believed me; he wasn't the most gullible person in the world.

"Ok, I believe you." He pulled me into his warm embrace and kissed my forehead. He was much warmer than the radiator.

I sighed into his collar bone, but he didn't question it anymore. He just held me for a little while, and for that I was grateful. I couldn't tell him just yet.

　

Blake was the best boyfriend I could have ever asked for. He didn't pester me when he knew I wanted to get curl up into a ball and cry, but he knew when it was appropriate to worm the information out of me. I loved him more than anything, but couldn't bring myself to just let him know just how much I'd felt.

I had taken the test after school two days ago, and I couldn't decide when to tell him that I... we were going to be parents. Teenage parents, to be exact. In just over eight months time, a mini Blake or a mini Anna would be screaming and crying, and we'd be the ones responsible for them. I am 7 weeks pregnant.

I have been with Blake for just under 1 year and 6 months, and I am pretty sure that we are one of those childhood sweetheart couples that will get married once they leave school and have several children running around their cottage family home in the countryside.

That's my fantasy, anyway.

"They've lasted much longer than all the other guys she's been with," I heard someone whisper a little distance away. I couldn't see who it was because my head was nestled in the crook of Blake's neck.

"Yeah, but I bet you he'll get her pregnant and then he'll dump her sorry ass."

I couldn't help but draw into myself when I heard them say that. I had a pretty bad past with guys. The longest I had been with a guy before Blake was for 2 months, and that was because my over-protective, grumpy old sod of a father found out. He didn't want me to be in a relationship until I was 16, and even then the guy I was with had to have his full approval.

Let's just say Blake was a well-groomed, posh-sounding, polite young gentleman when he first met my father. That's right, tuxedo, bow-tie, gelled over hair and everything. Certainly the opposite to the laid-back, on the scruffy side joker that was my real boyfriend.

I was also scared that what they said would come true. Sure, I had faith in Blake, but I couldn't predict what influence others could have over him that would drive him over the hills and far away. We'd already fulfilled the first part of their 'prophecy'.

"Can you hear what they're saying?" Blake asked me, bringing me off my thought train. He pulled away from me, taking my hand and interlacing our fingers so we could walk to our next lesson.