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There was a sense of purpose whenever Dillon and Molly were together. They had grown very close over the last several weeks. Dillon had cut off his friendship with Alex once it became apparent that Alex preferred being with Shannon instead of his friends. Even Brady distanced himself from Alex and spent the majority of the time with Dillon and Molly and their other friends. Dillon was relieved that Molly became immune to Alex's rude 'showing-off' of Shannon.

"I don't think Mr. Pfeiffer is fair when he piles all this homework on me before the weekend," complained Molly.

Dillon smiled and threw his hands in the air. "I guess I'm lucky because I have no homework!" He laughed when Molly scrunched up her nose.

"That's not fair Dillon. How dare you tease me for that!" she said.

"No one said school was fair," said Dillon.

Dillon wasn't going to lie. He appreciated his friendship with Molly. She was smart, witty and sweet. Although they teased each other more than they complimented each other, he couldn't deny that he started to develop feelings for Molly.

'You're a fool for letting her go, Alex.' he thought to himself.

"Do you want to hang out tonight?" he asked.

Molly pressed her school books against her chest and considered it. Seconds later, she smiled and said, "Sure, why not? Want to come over at about six?"

"Sounds cool. I'll meet you at your locker so I can walk you home," he said.

Molly shook her head. "No need. My sister is picking me up. I'll just see you later."

They waved goodbye and Dillon walked to his locker. He swiftly opened the locker door and managed to cram his books in when he heard a voice beside him. He turned to look at the grim face of Alex and sighed.

"What do you want Alex?" Dillon said with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

Alex leaned against the lockers and crossed his arms. "What's going on with you and Molly?" he asked.

Dillon slammed his locker shut. "I don't think that's any of your business Alex but to set the record straight, we're just friends."

Alex gave a sly smile and said, "You spend a lot of time with her for just being friends."

Dillon picked up his backpack and replied, "I don't think you should worry yourself about it. What do you want?"

Alex pushed himself off the lockers and stuffed his hands in his pocket. "We don't really talk much anymore. I just came to see why."

Dillon ran a hand through his jet black hair and sighed. "We only stopped being friends because you were rubbing it in everyone's face that you were back with Shannon. You were showing her off like she was some sort of prize even after all that shit she has put you through, you still place her on a pedestal like some damn goddess. And I just thought it was fucked up that you led Molly on the way you did and after a week of dating her you screwed it up and ultimately abandoned her."

Alex pointed an accusing finger at Dillon. "I did not abandon her. I tried to fix things with her and she shrugged me off like nothing. So I thought: 'hey, fuck it. I'm better off.' So I moved on Dillon and there's nothing wrong with that."

"You gave up, that's what you did. You should have fought for her Alex, she's worth fighting for. But I don't think your the one who's better off, I think its her," replied Dillon tartly.

Alex's face twisted unpleasantly. "You know nothing about Molly."

"You're right but I bet you I know more about her than you do." Dillon put his backpack on his back and sauntered down the hallway.

Alex watched as Dillon walked away and banged his fist onto the locker. His anger at Dillon covered over the light stinging on his fist and he groaned in frustration. Why couldn't he do anything right?


Molly slumped down onto the bathroom floor. She placed her head in her hands and began to cry. This was the second time today she threw up. When the nausea and light-headedness first began, Molly thought it was the stomach flu. But the vomiting continued to persist and she found that her appetite had changed and was more tired that usual.

If what she thought was true, what is she going to do?

She heard knocking on her bedroom door. Dillon must be here. She quickly stood up and wiped the tears away. She exited her private bathroom and opened the bedroom door. Dillon was smiling but it faltered when he caught sight of Molly's distraught face.

"Molls, what's wrong?" he asked.

He entered the room and closed the door behind him. "You don't look so good. Tell me what's wrong," he said softly.

Molly sat on her bed and looked down at the carpet. "I'm late," she said simply.

Dillon stared at her in confusion and it took him a few moments to understand what Molly was saying.

"I threw up twice today. I don't know what to do," she said.

Dillon ran his hands through his hair and walked to her bedroom window. No.. .no…could this be true? Could this be possible?

He turned to look at Molly when he heard her cry. "Are you sure about this Molls? Are you sure there's no other explanation for this?"

"Alex and I only had sex once but it was unprotected," she said, "what am I going to do?"

Dillon leaned in front of Molly and clasped her small hands in his. "Whatever you decide, I'll be here for you. I'll never leave you. But I think you may have to….you know… take a test."

Molly nodded. "I already did. It's in the bathroom. I haven't looked at it since I took it. I'm too scared."

"Do you want me to look at it?" he asked.

Molly wiped the tears off her cheeks and took a deep breath. "Yes. I'm ready to know what it says."

Dillon looked over at her bathroom nervously and couldn't understand why his heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. He knew within his heart he'd never abandon Molly in this trying time but how could he help her? In what way could he be there for her?

Dillon slowly walked into the bathroom and emerged moments later with the thin piece of plastic in his hands. Molly held her breath as he walked closer to her. "Read it to me," she said.

Dillon looked down at the test and his lips spread into a thin line. "Molly, its…positive. I am so sorry."

Molly stared at Dillon in shock and shook her head in denial. "No, this can't happen to me. It's not true. It can't be true."

Molly started shaking and Dillon immediately went to her side and wrapped his long arms around her. "Molly, I'm here for you. I won't ever leave you. You have to believe me."

Molly cried in his arms and Dillon softly patted her back. He understood why Molly was so upset. She had so many goals, so many things she wanted to do with her life. She often spoke about the things she wanted to do. Now, with a baby, those goals were out of reach.

Molly's unplanned circumstance put a hole into every thing she ever wanted to do and become.

In a way, Molly felt as if her life were ending.

And it was true, Molly's entire life was going to change. A child was not something she was prepared for. When she and Alex had sex, she was so lost in the pleasure he was offering her she never even considered the possibility that pregnancy could occur to her from having unprotected sex. For some reason, she thought she was invincible to it.

What hurt her most was that she was no longer in love with the father of this child. No, he had betrayed and abandoned her over someone so crude and insolent. What would she tell her family? Her mother had warned her about this the day she came home from Alex's house. Now, she had let them all down.

"What am I going to do?" she asked Dillon. "I don't have the strength to get an abortion. It's just not fair to it over my carelessness."

Dillon lifted her chin to look at him. "I am going to help you in every way I possibly can. You believe me when I say I'll never leave you, right?"

Molly nodded her head and Dillon placed a small soft kiss on her cheek. Molly closed her eyes. Dillon had become such a dear friend to her and although she had friends, he was the only one who treated her with such kindness and tenderness.

"How am I going to tell my parents?" she asked.

"I'm not sure but I'll be there for everything. I'll even tell them it's mine if you think it will help."

Molly wiped her tears away and replied, "No, they'll know its Alex's baby." She blanched at saying his name. "I'm going to have to tell Alex, aren't I?"

Dillon looked straight ahead of him and answered, "I think so. He'll find out one way or other. It's probably better that he hears about it from you."

Molly sighed. Dillon was right and she hated that he was. She wanted to avoid Alex, she never wanted to speak to him again. However, it was only right that he be aware of Molly's state. Whether or not he wanted to accept responsibility for it was up to him.

"My parents and my sister are downstairs. Should I tell them right now?" she asked.

Dillon took a deep breath. "Only if you want to."

Molly bit her bottom lip. She didn't really want to tell them but she knew that, like Alex, they too would find out sooner or later.

"Molly?" came Dillon's voice softly from beside her.

Molly turned and looked at Dillon and he was nervously fidgeting with his hands in his lap.

"I know this is probably not the best time to tell you but…I have developed some…feelings for you. I think I may love you," he said nervously. He looked into her emerald eyes and lifted a hand to her cheek. "You are beautiful Molly."

Molly gasped when Dillon's lips touched hers.

"I feel something for you too," she said when they had parted.

Dillon smiled and Molly pressed her lips to Dillon's lips and they kissed with such tenderness, Molly felt a flutter in her stomach that she never felt with Alex.

"Will you come downstairs with me while I tell my parents?" she asked.

Molly stood up and held her hand out. Dillon obliged and grabbed her hand. "I told you I'd always be here. Of course I will."

Molly held her breath as she walked down the hallway to the stairs. Everything was about to change.

Author's Note: Well, some of you called it. How does it feel to be right? Hope you enjoyed the chapter. What do you think is going to happen next? How will her parents react? What of the growing love between Dillon and Molly? How will Alex react when he finds out about Molly's pregnancy? Drop a review and let me know!