Melissa and my dad walked in, Stiles quickly stuffed my journal in his bag, unable to show Scott my crazy drawings, thankfully. 

"Scott. I've been trying to get ahold of you." Melissa grabbed Scott and looked at my dad. "I'll be right back, I just need to talk to him for a moment."

My dad looked at me, worry filled his eyes. I'd be worried to. He probably is thinking I have what mom had: frontotemporal dementia, early onset of course. But, this could be the reason I'm having all of these nightmares and having a breakdown in the middle of class. Ugh I sound crazy, it's probably nothing.

He came and sat by me, he was still in his sherif clothing. He's probably still on duty, he should be working. I grabbed his hand and smiled, faking happy. "Dad, we should go. I feel fine, let's not waste money with me sitting here doing nothing. I'll be fine. I promise."

I bit my lip as he shook his head while looking at the floor. "You call fainting in the middle of class after screaming, fine?" He asked, unsure. "Dad, please. I just wanna go home." I begged. He let out a sigh. "Okay-" He was cut off by Melissa walking in, looking over my charts. She sighed and shook her head. 

My heart began racing with nerves, whatever was happening was scaring the shit out of me. "What is it?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. I could feel Stiles grab my hand in his. Melissa sent me a smile. "Nothing major, just your classic case of dehydration. Victoria, you need to make sure you're drinking lots of water, okay?" She rose her eyebrows, pointing at me with her finger in a motherly way. 

I let out a relieved breath, though my nerves didn't leave me completely. Stiles let go of my hand and let out a breath. "Well, I'm gonna go catch Scott. I'll see you two at home later." With that he left, slightly tripping over his own two feet on his way out the door. I laughed lightly at that but, shook my head and turned back to Melissa. 

"So, the Doctor said he just needs to come in and go over some results with you but, from what I see on your chart, you're good to go." I nodded at Melissa, "the Doctor will be in shortly with your blood results and then your nurse will discharge you. No one knows I was here, got it?" I nodded and laughed as she left the room, returning my chart where is was. 

Since Melissa is close to my family on a personal level, she's legally not allowed to take us as patients. She said it's conflict of interest which makes sense, but it sucks cause now I've got to deal with a complete stranger. 

I turned to my dad once Melissa was gone. "You heard her, I'm fine." I said, my fingers picking at the thin blanket slightly, as a way to distract myself from his worried look. "Now, go back to work, I'll call you if there's anything in my blood work that's concerning. I promise." 

Reluctantly, my dad left, but not before giving me a lecture on the importance of drinking water and also something along the lines of, there's a lot we need to discuss. I hate when I make my dad worry like that, he doesn't deserve it. He's already stressed enough as it is. I don't want to add more to his plate. 

A knock sounded on my door, making my eyes jump up from the white hospital blanket that I was picking at. A man in a white lab coat was standing there, with a smile on his lips and a chart in his hand. "Hi, I'm Doctor Green, may I come in Ms. Stilinski?" I nodded, my heart thumping in my chest for a reason I can't explain. 

The sigh is what first clued me in that something was abnormal on my blood work. "Ms. Stilinski, your bloodwork came back and everything was great. You are healthy in every aspect." I sucked in a breath, "but?" I asked, frowning. 

"You're pregnant." My eyes snapped towards his. Wait. What did he say? It sounded like he said I was pregnant. But, no. That's like... no. Scott and I used a condom, right? No, we didn't but, I was sure to take the morning after pill. I was careful...

"What did you say?" I laughed a little, as my stomach twisted in knots with nerves. Remember how I said my heart was pounding? Well times that feeling by two and add in nausea and you got exactly what I'm feeling right now.

"You're pregnant. I'll have a nurse send you home with pamphlets full of all your options. As you know you don't have to keep the baby." He looked up from the chart and to my eyes. I could feel the world slipping away, I felt... numb. Everything was all, dull. I was barely able to make out what he said to me.

"Ms. Stilinski, are you okay?" My head was spinning as all of these thoughts began to rush through my brain giving me a horrible headache. What was I thinking. That night with Scott was a bad idea.. no a horrible idea. I should've closed the door and taken my shower. Ugh, I'm so stupid. What do I do now? I can't have a baby. This is my junior year, I have to graduate next year and go off to college and make something of myself.

What will my father say? What about Stiles? They're probably going to disown me and kick me out. Oh my god, what about Scott? This thing could ruin both of our lives...

I looked away from the doctor, mumbling out an, "I'm fine." Knowing what I had to do. Keep this a secret as long as I can. And then when it gets bad, I'll run away for a bit. I'll give the baby to a nice family and come home. Everything will go back to normal. Yeah, it'll all be fine.

I turned and smiled at the Doctor, a sad smile with tears in my eyes. "Can I please go home now?" My voice cracked while I spoke. All I want now is to snuggle on the couch with a blanket. With dad and Stiles sitting with me watching Star Wars or something stupid. I want to pretend like nothing is wrong. Like everything is normal. For awhile at least.

He gave me a sad smile and a nod. "Yeah, you can. I'll sign the paperwork." I smiled at him, waiting for him to leave before I went and changed out of the nightgown the hospital had me in and back into my school clothes.

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"So, we're going to a party tonight?" I asked my brother, completely confused by the whole thing. I hate parties. They're a lame excuse for teenagers to get drunk and have sex. Wait. "Is Scott going?" I asked. If Scott's going, maybe the party won't be so bad...

Ugh no. I need to stop thinking like that. If he liked it or wanted to do it again, he would've said something by now. Right?

"Yeah. And that is why you're coming. I don't want him left all alone at the party when I... uh, excuse myself." I gagged slightly at his comment. "Ew. TMI. And fine, I'll go. But only because I want to."

"Okay, be ready in an hour." He hung up before I could protest. Man, I love having a brother.

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I decided to wear a crop top, seeing as I won't be able to do that much longer. I paired it with a super cute flannel and a pair of my leggings. (Outfit above) I wore my hair in curls and I didn't bother putting any makeup on. I'm too lazy to do that right now. Especially with everything that's going on, I can't focus on makeup. Also, I might cry at any moment so, wearing makeup is a bad idea.

I ran outside the moment I heard Stiles sound the horn on his Jeep. If I keep him waiting he'll get upset and mope about it all night. I opened the passenger door and noticed Scott. Damn, he always looks so.... perfect.

I smiled at him, then at my brother. "Hey guys." I climbed into the back and we drove off. My brother didn't even skip a beat before asking me questions.

"So, what was wrong with you?" Stiles asked me. My heart beat picked up as I looked at the floor.

I quickly shrugged. "I was just dehydrated, that's all." I mumbled. I tried to change the subject but was interrupted. "So who-"

"Then why do you sound so upset?" Okay, good point. Thanks Stiles. My heart beat increased and I grew nervous.

"Oh. Um... well I hate stressing dad out. You know that... besides, we wasted a lot of money for me to sit in the hospital bed." I looked out the window as I spoke. "Anyways..."

"Why are you lying?" Scott asked, interrupting me again. "I'm not." I replied simply.

"Come on, Tori. You suck at lying, you always have." Scott laughed. "So, what's really wrong?" I looked into his eyes, holding my glance for no longer than three seconds then dropped them to my lap.

"Nothing." I mumbled, "You know, I came out here with you guys to get my mind off of my issues and here you are questioning me about it." I snapped all of a sudden, feeling annoyed with all the questions.

I gave an annoyed huff and got out of the Jeep, walking towards the party ahead of them. Ugh, all I need right now is a hot someone to make out with. Ooh, good idea. Make Scott jealous or, better yet, find someone who can make me move on from Scott McCall. I entered the house and saw a bunch of hotties. Looks like my request will be filled.

I went over to the first guy I saw, he was tall and had blonde hair and blue eyes. "Hey cutie-" I cut him off by attaching myself to his lips. He didn't mind seeing as he grabbed onto my waist and pulled me into him.

We hadn't even gotten to kiss more when he was pulled away from me quickly. What the hell? I opened my eyes to see both Scott and my brother pulling the guy off of me. I watched as Scott's fist connected with the boys face not once, but twice. I cringed as I watched blood spew from the poor guys' nose.

"Scott, he's good." My brother pulled Scott away from the dude.

My heart raced as I watched this scene, Scott just beat a guy up for kissing me. What the hell?

"What were you doing with him?" Scott asked, sounding completely and utterly annoyed at the fact that I was locking faces with a guy. My eyes locked with his as I responded. "I wanted to make out with someone who's more realistic for me." I showed no emotion in my tone, just truth. He and I will never be together, we can't. And that is why he will never find out about the baby that is currently growing inside me.

My brother must've left seeing as what Scott did next was something he would never do if my brother were around. He pulled me towards him, and in one swift motion he rested his lips against mine. A fire burned within me, why do I feel this way towards him?

The kiss was short and incredibly sweet. My eyes fluttered open when he pulled away, lust filled them and I think he noticed. "Am I not realistic?" He asked, his big hands clasped over mine. Scott's brown eyes looked into mine searching them.

I went to respond to his question, but before I could he put his index finger on my lips, silently shushing me. "Please," I could hear the neediness in his voice, making me melt into him. "Don't say anything. I-I know this is stupid and we shouldn't even be thinking of doing the things we did," he smiled as he spoke. "But I want you." Scott rested his forehead against mine, closing his eyes as he spoke. "I need you, right now. So, can we please leave this stupid party and go to my house?"

Maybe it was the immense amount of hormones coursing through my body, or maybe it was simply the fact that I'd had a mega crush on this boy since grade K. But, for whichever reason I wanted him too. Like I really wanted him. With everything in my body begging to be touched by his hands once more, I nodded.

Breathlessly I spoke. "Y-yeah, I think that would be- um- very good. Let's go." I grabbed his hand and led him out of the house, eager for what comes next. For some reason everything I had to worry about, to be fearful of, was gone. I was going to have time alone with Scott McCall and that is all I cared about. It was as if, for a brief moment, I was a normal teenage girl. Not a pregnant one.

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Edit: 4/2/2020