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Zach and Ashley have been going out for a while, and things are going well--until Ashley finds out she is pregnant. She is angry and blames Zach. She wouldn't be in this state if he hadn't been so careless. Insistent at first on an abortion, she turns against Zach. Confused, Zach struggles with what he should do and what his responsibilities are. Coming to terms with the reactions of their families and friends, Zach realizes that this is a decision that he and Ashley must make together.

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Date de parution 01 mars 2010
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EAN13 9781554695249
Langue English

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Lesley Choyce
o rca soundings
Copyright 2010 Lesley Choyce
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
National Library of Canada Cataloguing in Publication Data
Choyce, Lesley, 1951-
Reaction / written by Lesley Choyce.
(Orca soundings)
ISBN 978-1-55469-278-1 (bound).--ISBN 978-1-55469-277-4 (pbk.)
I. Title. II. Series: Orca soundings
PS8555.H668R42 2010 jC813 .54 C2009-906847-8
First published in the United States, 2010
Library of Congress Control Number: 2009940838
Summary: When Zach finds out that his girlfriend is pregnant, he is terrified. What will they do?
Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
Cover design by Teresa Bubela Cover photography by Getty Images
O RCA B OOK P UBLISHERS PO B OX 468 C USTER, WA USA 98240-0468 Printed and bound in Canada. Printed on 100% PCW recycled paper.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter One
Zach, I m pregnant.
Ashley dropped the bombshell on me between classes at school. I remember the exact time, because I was standing in front of the hallway clock. 11:11. Yep. Eleven eleven in the morning. It was a Tuesday.
She was looking straight at me when she blurted it right out.
That s impossible, I snapped back. And I looked away from her and back to the stupid clock. The time changed to 11:12.
It s true, she said. And then she began to cry.
I put my arm around her and pulled her toward me. Let s go, I said.
Anywhere. Let s get out of here.
I led her down the hall and out the front door into the bright sunlight. As I opened the door of the school, I had this feeling that maybe nothing in my life would ever be the same again.
That was exactly how it happened. I will never forget the feeling. I had never been more scared in my life. Never. I know that I wasn t the first guy to hear those words from his girlfriend, but it felt that way. Sad to say, I wasn t even thinking about Ashley at the time. I was thinking about me. What was I going to do? What was going to happen to me? What would this do to my life?
We walked for almost an hour. Neither of us talked at first. Then I began to rationalize, and one part of my brain wanted to convince us both that it must be some kind of mistake.
Are you sure? I asked.
How sure?
Very sure.
Maybe you made a mistake.
Maybe we made a mistake, she said.
I mean, about the tests. Did you buy one of those testing things from the drugstore?
Three of them.
Maybe they were defective.
They were three different brands. They all had the same results.
I was still looking for a way out of this. I was looking for a way to get me out of this. I almost asked her if she was sure it was me, that I was the father. But I didn t.
Because just then I remembered. Two months ago. We d been partying. (That s what we did, Ashley and I. We partied big-time.) We d been drinking. And my parents were gone for the weekend. And one thing led to another. And we were so into it.
And I knew the condom broke, but I didn t mention a word to her. Hey, I thought it would wreck the mood. Plus, what were the chances?
So there I was, sixteen years old, walking through the suburban streets with my fifteen-year-old girlfriend who has just told me she s pregnant. And I m still thinking, this can t be happening to me.
I m scared, Ashley said, leaning into me and holding tightly onto my arm.
I didn t tell her how scared I was, and I didn t even tell her about the condom then. I said what guys say in situations like this when the blood has drained out of their heads and they are screaming inside, panicking, ready to run for the hills and never come back. I said, Everything is going to be all right.
Chapter Two
The morning became the afternoon, and it started to sink in. Ashley was two months pregnant. We had been going out together for only three months. She seemed to be sold on me. And I loved being with her. She was sweet and sexy and one year younger than me, which should have been no big deal. But one year can sometimes seem like a big issue in high school. She had been flattered that I wanted to hang out with her-most of the time it was just the two of us-and, well, like I said, she was sweet and sexy.
We ended up sitting on a bench in a park where mothers pushed their little kids on swings and bigger kids played on the slide and the monkey bars. There were babies in strollers and mothers chatting about brands of throwaway diapers. It was the worst place to be thinking about Ashley being pregnant, but it s like the gods had planned it this way.
Ashley cried, and I held her. She stopped and then started crying again, and some of those mothers looked at us-some seemed concerned, and some scowled. I just held her and wondered how one minute everything can be okay and the next, everything has changed.
I don t know why I didn t keep my mouth shut. I felt I had to say something. I guess I felt she needed to have an explanation. So I told her about the broken condom.
And that changed everything.
Ashley pulled away. The expression changed on her face. Why didn t you say something that night?
Yes, why didn t I? I shrugged.
Then this is all your fault, she said, way too loud.
I m sorry. It s no good getting mad at me now. We have to figure out what to do, I said unconvincingly.
If I had known, I could have maybe done something.
I know, I said. I knew she was referring to morning-after pills. I just didn t think at the time that one little slipup would result in this.
I trusted you, she said.
I know, I said, hanging my head.
You bastard, she snapped back. And then she hit me.
Well, it could have been a slap. I m not sure. Something between a slap and a punch right on the side of my face. Then she got up and started walking away. I ignored the stinging in my face and followed her. All eyes in the park, even those of the little kids, were on us.
Please, wait, I pleaded. Ashley shook me off and just kept walking. She turned once to say, I never want to speak to you again, before walking off into the afternoon.
I was dizzy, and I was having a hard time getting my bearings. I didn t know what to do. A voice in my brain kept telling me to go after her, but instead I turned and walked home. I told my mom I was sick, and I went to my bedroom and played Guitar Hero . I know how that sounds, but that s what I did. I ate a silent supper when the time came, played some more Guitar Hero and then went to sleep feeling like crap. I kept trying to think of some way out of this. Some plan. But all I did was keep beating myself up. What had I been thinking? Was sex really so important that I let this happen? Eventually I fell asleep.
When I woke in the morning, the problem was still there, staring me square in the face.
Chapter Three
Over the next few days, things went from bad to worse. Ashley walked away from me every time I tried to talk to her. She had two words for me: Get away. That s all she d say. And each time my heart sank. Her brother Stephen followed me into the bathroom one afternoon. Stephen was my age and in many of my classes. He was a big guy, a wrestler on the school team, and legendary for his bad temper, which I think he got from his father.
You re gonna have to watch your back from now on, he said in a voice that sounded like he d been gargling with Drano. We were standing side by side at the urinals. Before we were done, he turned and pissed on my shoes and then walked out the door.
I knew that Ashley and her brother were close, but I was surprised to think that she would have told him she was pregnant. But, as I was cleaning my shoes, it occurred to me that she didn t have to tell him she was pregnant. All she had to do was make up anything about me that would get Stephen angry enough to, well, piss on my shoes. Damn.
It wasn t long before I started to get the picture. Some of Ashley s friends started giving me dirty looks. Her brother reappeared when I was waiting for the bus and accidentally shoved me in line so that I rammed into a couple of kids in front of me.
Gossip travels fast in school, and before long I was getting dirty looks from people I didn t even know. I started to avoid looking at anyone in the hallways. At home, Guitar Hero wasn t enough of an escape to avoid thinking about my problem.
When some of the girls started calling me The Perv, I didn t know how to react. It was starting to get to me, so when Elisse, a girl I once considered my friend, glared at me, I stopped her in the hall. I still couldn t believe that Ashley had told everyone she was pregnant. It had to be something else.
What is it? I asked her. Why does

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