"Blake? When was your last period?"

My head whipped up at the question, my eyes falling on Ray sitting a few desks away.

"What?" I asked.

"I asked what your next period is? I've got AP English." I blinked a few times, shaking my head as I tried to recall my next class.

"History, I think." I responded, my thoughts already drifting elsewhere. My eyes were on the movie playing and Mr. Dell passed out behind his desk. I hadn't been able to focus on anything all morning, my mind seemed to keep circling back to on thing in particular.

Last night.

"You okay?" Ray questioned when I sent him a quick look over my shoulder. I nodded, forcing a smile on to my face. The term saved by the bell hadn't ever been anything more than a joke to me until that moment. It literally saved me from pouring my guts out to him.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow then, yeah?" He slapped a hand on my shoulder before heading for the stampede of people rushing out of the room. I let my eyes fall on Mr. Dell as he shook himself awake, yawning.

"Ms. Hart, is everything okay?" I shoved my books into my backpack, tossing it over my shoulder with a quick smile shot in the teacher's direction.

"Great, Mr. Dell. See you tomorrow!"

*

"Okay, Blake. Something's obviously going on, spill." Shay rested her hand on top of mine, a weak reassuring smile stretching across her face.

"It's not that big of a deal, I co-"

"You've been in your own head since you got here, haven't heard a word I've said, and from what Ray is saying, you were the exact same way at school today." I shifted in the seat beside Wes' hospital bed, still brushing my thumb along the top of his hand.

"Cam and I had sex last night." I whispered, wishing I could bury myself in a bundle of blankets and never come out of them.

"Wow, wow. Back it up." Shay looked lost, "You and Cam had sex last night? As in, Cameron Mendoza took your virginity?"

"Yes." I croaked.

"But you were willing, right? He didn't-"

"Of course not!" I exclaimed, then calmed myself, "I. . . it was great. I mean, it hurt and then it was amazing, and then I realized I didn't know if we used protection and-"

"Okay, okay. Back it up again. You don't know if you used protection?" Color drained from Shay's face.

"No." I tapped my foot anxiously against the floor, "He's been carrying them around for a while, but he was wearing sweatpants with no pockets when he came in last night." She shook her head repeatedly, as if she were trying to shake out the thought of Cam and I being together.

"Have you asked him?" She finally questioned after minutes of silence.

"No." I muttered.

"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean that I freaked out when I woke up this morning and left my own bedroom before he woke up."

She face plamed herself. Her blonde bangs falling into her eyes as she groaned.

"You don't do dumb crap like that, Blake. Now he's going to think he did something wrong." She said, sounding as miserable as I felt.

"Why would he think that? It wasn't him and I-"

"You were gone when he woke up. His mind is automatically going to think that you thought last night was a mistake and hate him for it." I leaned back in my chair, pulling my legs up with me and resting my chin on them.

"I'm scared." I stared at her blankly.

"Frankly, so am I. Because we're about to get Camageddon. And everyone knows what happens then." I saw a sad look flash through her eyes as she stared at me, her lips thinning until there was no emotion left on her face at all.

**

"Mom?" I knocked lightly, listening to the old door creak open.

"Yes, Blake?" I swallowed the lump in my throat and stepped into the room.

"Can I ask you a question?" She was sprawled out across her bed, reading a pregnancy book as she rubbed her stomach. Her eyes darted toward me, a smile appearing on her face as if it had been hidden there the entire time.

"You know you can ask me anything, sweetie. What's on your mind?" She patted the bed beside her, eyes glistening with her usual comforting Mom look.

"So, I. . . I had sex last night." I shifted uncomfortably as I sat down, "And I was wondering if there's any way to tell if he used protection or not." Mom's face fell into an unreadable expression for a moment before Dr. Mom kicked in and she rested her hand on my leg.

"I wish I could say there was. Of course, you could ask the lucky guy, and if he doesn't remember, then I suppose you wait until your menstrual cycle and see if it comes. If it doesn't, or seems irregular, than I want you to come see me at the hospital, all right?" I felt sick to my stomach at the answer. It hadn't been what I wanted to hear.

"Are you going to tell me who the lucky guy was?" She smirked, "Was it Jacob?"

"Cam, actually." I confessed before I could talk myself out of it. She'd find out sooner or later anyway.

She tried to hide the shock that broke out like a bad case of acne across her face.

"Okay, well, you and Cameron are close. Why don't you ask him, sweetie?" She questioned.

"I'm scared. What if. . . what if he doesn't want to be with me now, Mom? What if I was pregnant and he left me like Dad left you?" She sat up, pulling me into a sideways hug, her chin resting on top of my head.

"You've known Cam your entire life, honey. There's no way he'd ever do something like that, and deep down, you know this." She tucked my hair behind my ear, her eyes holding a bittersweet look.

"Hypothetically, if he did do such a thing, then you wouldn't be alone. You have Shay and that new friend of yours, Raymond, and you have Wes, he's wonderful too." She said, "You were the best thing that ever happened to me, honey, you and your sister both." I smiled, hugging her back.

"Why?" I whispered after a few seconds of silence.

"Why what?"

"Why'd you let him back into our lives after what he did?" I felt her body grow stiff beside me, her comforting arm falling limp at her side.

"Mom?" I pulled back and stared at her, my eyes widening when I saw she was crying.

"I've got to tell you something." Her voice was barely audible.

"What is it?" I didn't know if I really wanted to hear the answer.

"When I had Brianna, your father and his mother took her from me." This wasn't the story I'd heard, "They called me unfit, too young. So I let them. I finished school and allowed them to raise Brianna to the best of their abilities. I never got to meet her after that first night at the hospital." I felt my heart clench a little as my mom's strong facade started to crumble around her.

"Then I got accepted into Med school, and I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. I was going to be a doctor, someone for my daughter to look up too. But a few weeks after a graduation party that ended with your father and I getting a little too friendly, I got pregnant with you." I pushed her hand away as she started to extend it toward me.

"He was there, Blake. For the first six years of your life, and you did meet Brianna. But. . . but things happened and I forced a restraining order on him. I-"

"What happened?" I demanded, moving closer to her.

"I don't want to-"

"You're not going to tell me why you told me father to stay out of my life? Do you want me to ask him myself?" I knew it was a low blow, but Mom's face drained of color and she continued.

"My boss at the times was. . . very friendly. Your father didn't like that and we fought constantly. To a point where Brianna would take you and hide the both of you in her bedroom closet." I shook my head.

I didn't remember that. There were no memories of James being here or having a sister walking around the house. But my mom wouldn't lie, right?

"So your father tried to take you both away from me, to go live with his mother. B. . . but that night, when he was taking you girls from your rooms, you came running into mine, hiding under the covers with me. He took that as a sign that you wanted to stay with me. I called the cops, told them he had tried to take you that night, but his mother and father were able to prove him otherwise. And we had a custody battle for you girls, and we ended up each having one of you."

I pushed myself off the bed beside my mother, my hand gripping the wall to keep from falling.

"So Brianna had a father?" I choked out, feeling as if she had stabbed me in the chest.

What else hadn't she told me?

"And you had a mother." James was in the doorway now, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Why did you lie to me?" I asked him, still feeling a strange tightening in my chest at the sight of my mother.

The woman I had believed was an angel, a saint. Had been the perfect single mother and done everything in the world to protect me, had been lying to me my entire life.

"According to your mother, I've done my fair share of hurting you, have I not?" I felt a coldness starting to spread through me as he spoke, "I didn't want to add to that by telling you the truth." I shoved passed him, tears springing to my eyes.

"I hate you!" I whirled around and glared at them both, "I'm sick and tired of being treated like a child, like I can't know things. I'm sick of being left in the dark." Then I jogged up the stairs and met Cam's familiar converse at the foot of my bed.

I stalked toward my shut bathroom door and threw it open, finding Cam washing his hands, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.

"What?" He asked, turning around, "Why are you crying? Blake, are you okay?" I took his hand and squeezed it as hard as I possibly could.

"I want to do something crazy tonight, Cam." I looked toward my open bedroom door, "Something that my parents would absolutely hate."

***AN***

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