It happened so fast, well, faster than I would have suspected. I knew he would be angry at me, but, I never realized how much he'd be angry. Yes, I could have saved him a lot of trouble by telling him sooner, like maybe a day or two after I'd found out, but I just...couldn't.

But today, I had to. It was my last chance. I took a deep breath and slowly walked towards him. Evan, he was so carefree, I loved that about him. This morning he was leaning against his locker looking into space.

"Hey Ri." He said casually. He didn't know. I had to do this, I had to. It really killed me to hurt him like this, it's hard keeping a secret from someone you care about, especially if it's a big secret.

"We have to talk." I said shakily. He stood to his full height. I hated when he did that. It made me seem so short, but next to Evan anyone could feel short.

"What's wrong, Rian?" He asked putting his right hand on my right shoulder.

"I, I have to tell you something, something big."

"Like?'' I hesitated. I just didn't know how to say it. I knew what was coming next. When I wouldn't tell Evan something he'd just begin to guess.

"You're pregnant." He guessed.


"You're dyeing your hair."

"Nope." I answer.

"You can't come to my football game tomorrow."

"No, I can't, but that's not it." He sighs.

"Rian, can't you just_"

"No, guess."


"Because, I just don't know how to tell you." I say looking down at the floor.

"What happened? Who died?"

"Something, and no one."


"Fine, but you promise not to get angry, or upset?" He nods.

"I'm moving." He looks at me for a moment, and then down at the floor, and then back at me, and then he looks to his left, then his right, and then finally brings his attention back to me.

"Why? When?" He shakes his head.

"It' dad, he wants me and Lia and Kyle to live with him. So, he's taking us away from my aunt."

"Is he allowed?" I nod.

"Why, why is he doing this? Why did he just tell you? He didn't even give you a chance to say no."

"I knew three months ago." He gives me a look. A look that could kill, that, don't-look-at-me-you-lying-piece-of-crap-who-calls-herself-my-girlfriend look that he only gave me when I did something really this.

"We're over." And just like that, we were over, 1 year and six months of my life that I enjoyed with Evan were over. We were over. I stood at his locker, mouth opened, eyes wide in shock. He walked away, away from his locker, away from me, and away from my heart.