Emily nervously walked up Lance's front steps. She knocked on his door, and his mom threw it open. "What are you doing here?" "Is Lance home?" she asked.
"No he's not. In fact, I can't find him anywhere. If you see him, please tell him to come home. I'm worried," she said. "By the way, I'm not mad that you guys had sex. He's old enough, I guess." His mom sighed.
"Thanks, and I'll tell him." Emily turned around, and walked to her car.
She got in, and drove to the spot where they used to go, as little kids. It was a big oak tree, in front of a pond. She got out, and walked over. She could see a figure in the tree. It was Lance. Emily got closer, and said, "Hi," shyly.
He looked down. "Hey."
"So, my parents flipped out," she told him. She looked up. "Can I come up there with you?"
Lance sighed. "If you want."
Emily climbed up. "Are you mad at me? I mean, you shouldn't be, because I'm the one with the problem. I'm pregnant, your not." She paused. "I'm being sent to boarding school."
"You are?" Lance asked. "I'm sorry. And, I'm not mad at you. I'm just . . . confused. I don't know what to do."
Emily got ready to go down the tree. "You're not going to be happy when I tell you this, either."
He looked at her quizzically. "Tell me what?"
She crawled down. "This baby isn't yours. I cheated on you, and got pregnant." She turned and ran.