Maybrook Prep

Lena: "Why are you laughing at me?" I asked Michael without turning my head.

Michael: damn. "I've never seen someone so pissed before."

Lena: I laughed bitterly. "That amuses you? Then the reason I'm pissed off must be a riot."

Michael: i stopped laughing. "No, sorry. WHat's up?"

Lena: I glared at him, then began splattering again. "Why would I tell you something like that?"

Michael: I shrugged. "Because I might just be that random person who makes everything better for the protagonist then disappears before they can be thanked? Referring to those movies, of course."

Lena: "I've been told not to believe movies," By Tara, of course. I took a deep breath. "Basically, my friend is ruining someone else's life, and doesn't even care. He's being selfish, saying he wants to keep the b- He's being selfish."

Michael: I nodded. "Then go up to him, tell him not to interrupt, and just vent and tell him everything you don't agree with. Then see what he has to say."

Lena: I paused mid-splatter paint and looked at Michael. "Think that'll work?"

Michael: "If he was a good friend before, he should be one now. So yes, it should work."

Lena: I nodded. "Okay, I'll try that," I gave Michael a smile before cleaning up and rushing out the door.

Michael: I returned her smile, planning my disappear-forever plan. "Tell me how it works."

Lena: "Will do," I called over my shoulder and walked out, hoping I could find Quinn.

HA. Coincidental run-into right now.

Quinn: I walked out of my class and walked past the art room, wondering why the hell I had told Lena. Lena, of all people! She was already screwed up, why did I expect her to take the news well? God. I'm an idiot.

Lena: "Quinn!" I screeched when I saw him. "I need to talk to you."

((well... what a coincidence... XD))

QUinn: It took me a bit to stop walking. "what?" I asked in a confused way. Why would Lena talk to me? I thought she was angry at me.

((xD))

Lena: I sighed "Follow me," and led him out to the courtyard from earlier. "I need to, well, yell at you, and I need you not to interrupt." Wow, that plan had sounded much better coming out of Michael's mouth.

((bump?))

Quinn: I looked surprised. "Oh-kay..."

Lena: I crossed my arms and pouted. "No, I can't do this. But I will tell you that I think you're making a horrible decision. Skyler will have to raise a baby, she'll never get to go to college. She'll miss months of high school. She'll be thrown out of her house. She'll have to go through the pain of giving birth. Do you really want someone you once loved to go through that?"

Quinn: I looked at her and waited, wondering if the question was rhetorical. When she didn't go on, I huffed. "If you had let me finish, you would know that we both came to the decision to keep the baby. When she's kicked out, I'd take her in, and we'd raise the baby together. And since she has a better shot at college- and a bigger need to- I agreed to let her go, and I'd stay home and take an online course. We have it all thought out, except the part of telling her parents." it all came out in a rush, just so she couldn't interrupt. When I finished, I waited to hear her response.

Lena: I bit my lip, processing that information. Of course, being the selfish person I am, the first thing I asked was "You're still together then?"

Quinn: I shook my head. "No. Because she hit me for no reason. But I'm still willing to give up my whole life to make sure the baby's is screwed as little as possible."

Lena: "I think someone needs a hug," I smiled weakly and gave Quinn a hug. I wasn't entirely sure that I wasn't the one who needed one, instead, but a hug could work in two directions.

Quinn: I returned the hug on instinct. "So you aren't mad at me? If you don't believe me, you can call Skylar right now." i held out my phone for her to take.