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Hannah shook her head against Aspen's chest, finding comfort in his arms. She knew he was doing his best to help her through this. But figure this out? How? It seemed so impossible. She'd never had to make decisions this big in her entire life. Especially not with someone else having a say in the matter. It made Hannah wonder. Did Aspen really have a say in any choice she made? Sure, he'd been just as at fault as she was for getting her into this mess, but it was her body. She was the one who would have to receive criticism for the next eight months from her family. She was the one who would ultimately make the decision to keep or abort the baby. With all of these factors hers, did she want to let Aspen have a say? Ultimately she knew that he would want one. He... took enough responsibility for his actions. She knew this wouldn't be any different, but she doubted either of them could raise a child together, even being as close as they were. But she was reminded when he pulled away to look her in the eye that they weren't even dating.

"We still have to tell our parents," she reminded him, fear already rising in her chest. That was going to be hell. "Maybe we should tell them together. Or not. They might blame each other... do you think we should wait to tell them? Should we go home and tell them now? Well, wait, then they'd be mad that we skipped school..." Hannah groaned, feeling slightly hysterical. "I can't do this. I can't think straight."

To make matters worse, a class was released and the Dramatics, along with what seemed like a hundred other strangers, entered the hallways. Hannah avoided their stares and sniffled away the last of the evidence that she had been crying. She knew Elise was looking at them. She didn't want to know what Aspen thought of that, or if he'd even invite her over to them. She really hoped he wouldn't. But she knew she wouldn't be so lucky that Elise wouldn't walk up and stick her nose into things. Hannah unhappily watched to see what Aspen would do about her.