*Skye's POV*
It's been a week since James blackmailed me into leaving my friends. James is still forcing me into doing things and I still miss Blaze. I've seen him around school. He's no longer the happy wierdo I loved. He dyed his hair black though he still has a few strands of red.
He keeps his earphones in during lunch and never eats at school. He has less emotion when his bands perform. It's killing me to see him like he is. Falcon and Schike hardly sit next to each other but, I think they're still dating.
Sam flinches whenever anyone tries to touch her because a group of kids teamed up and beat her up one day after school. The beat her and then they cut her hair with a switchblade which they used to cut a big cut on her arm.
Dan's really worried about Sam and Blaze. And so is the rest of the Gang. None of them are really the same. Amber doesn't eat suger cookies anymore. She sits by herself now.
"Babe, babe?" I quickly looked at James next to me at the lunch table.
"Uh, yea?"
"Did you hear me? I asked you if you wanted to come to a club with me and the crew tonight."
"Oh.. uh... Sure, why not?" I said.
"What's up with you lately, Skye?" Brittany asked.
"Just tired." I lied.
"Okay. Well, dress pretty tonight, bestie!" Brittany said, returning to her conversation with Heather. Somehow, I had managed to befriend Brittany. Somehow, she was like me. She loved my music though her so called friends hated it. She felt alone. She missed her old friends. Her real friends.
"I'm going home. " I said, getting up and throwing away my tray.
"What's wrong babe?" James asked.
"I just feel a bit sick. Don't worry, I'll be fine for the club tonight. Can you pick me up?" I asked Brittany.
"Yea, see you at 7." She said.
"Well, I hope you feel better. Love you." James said, then kissed me.
I nodded and walked out of the cafeteria. I wiped my lips and ran to my locker and opened it. I closed it after grabbing my things and seen Blaze being yelled at by a teacher. I sighed, went by the store, then ran home. I quietly snuck into my room and ran to my bathroom.
I had been throwing up a lot lately and its really been worrying me. I pulled out the pregnacy tests I had bought and took all three and waited. The first one was finished and I looked at it. Negative.
I smiled then looked at the second one. Positive. I started to panic as the last one waited for me to check it. What if it was positive? I can't be pregnant! I'm only 16! Maybe I'll be lucky. I mean, isn't third time a charm? I sighed as I slowly picked up the test and turned it over.
I gasped as I dropped the test to the floor.
Positive.
Tears filled my eyes as I fell to the floor. I curled into a ball as I cried. How could I have been so stupid? How was James going to react? More importantly, how are my parents going to react?! I quickly pulled out my phone and texted the first person I saw.
ME: Ashley, I may be pregnant! What do I do?
ASHLEY: What?! Who's the father?!
ME: James...
ASHLEY: That prick Ronnie beat the shit out of?! How?! DID HE RAPE YOU?!
ME: No.. we're dating...
ASHLEY: WHAT? WHY? WHAT HAPPENED TO BLAZE?
ME: I left the gang..
ASHLEY: WHY?
ME: It's a long story... Can you take me to the hospital?
ASHLEY: Sure. But you're explaining this to me when we get there.
ME: Thanks Ashley.
