The clock was counting down.. 10, 9, 8, 7... Desmond was running down the court, dribbling the ball. 5, 4, 3... He took the 3pt shot just as the buzzer went off.. *SWOOSH!* He made it! Everyone around me jumped to their feet, screaming. " WE WON, Go #22!" But I heard nothing. Everyone moved around me as I sat still. Life was moving around me, and I was stuck in the moment. Silent, not moving. Not even slightly noticing the excitement around me. Everyone filed out of the gymnasium... And I still sat there. Someone beside me stumbled down the steps and I snapped out of my gaze, realizing the game was over. I wasn't usually a quiet person. I was usually the cute blonde up cheering for my best friend, Desmond. Tonight, I just wasn't feeling the excitement. I sat down on the edge of the curb and waited for Desmond to finish with his team and take me home. Some people were still filing out the doors behind me, quietly mumbling but enough for me to hear what they were saying. It was February, and chilly. The wind sliced through my jeans and my thin varsity soccer jacket. My teeth chattered and I wished he would hurry up. He finally came out the door behind me, "Hey Sam, you ready?" I nodded, and wrapped my arms around myself gesturing that I was cold. We walked in silence. Desmond pushed the unlock button on his keys and unlocked the doors to his bright red mustang. We got inside and he turned on the heat. "You're cold , huh?" I just nodded again. "What the hell is wrong with you lately Sam?! You haven't been giddy or smiling the past couple weeks... What is it?!..." I debated whether I should tell him or not. He was my best friend. But he'd know what happened. He knew how Vinny was. I had to say it... It was eating me alive! "Des... I'm pregnant."
Desmond pulled up to my house, turned the car off, and took his keys out of the ignition. We sat in silence. Just like I had at the game. Not noticing anything around the car. I fiddled with my hair, and twirled it around my finger. But Desmond- he sat motionless, staring off into the air. He finally spoke. "I'm going to kill him." -"No Desmond .. It's not his fault." I don't know why I was lying for him. It was his fault. It was completely his fault. But nobody else but me and Desmond would know that. To everyone else... It was my fault. I was the slut. I was the one to walk around pregnant. Not vinny. He wasn't branded by it. "Bull shit Sam. You and I both know that it IS his fault. We have to report him!" -"NO! It will just get worse! Please don't!" "Okay Sam, whatever. But he will get what's coming to him, I promise you!" He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead, and I got out of the car and shut the door behind me. I watched as he flew out of my driveway and down the road. What the was I going to do?...