“Okay, first of all he could just walk out,” Daphne told Justin flatly. “He could just strait up walk out the door and not look back. Which would really suck, ‘cause then you’re stuck with this kid, and you’ll be the only senior in high school with a toddler, and you’re parents will be SO…” “Daphne! Will you shut the hell up!” Justin flopped on her bed, exasperated, “You don’t even KNOW Brian.” “What about that one time at his loft?” “Doesn’t count. Besides, abandoning me is the last thing he would do. I bet you the thought won’t even cross his mind. Nope,” Daphne began tuning him out and went into her bathroom to find a bottle of nailpolish to paint her nails, “there’s nooooooooo way Brian would shut me out. Nope, never. Ever. Never ever.” Shimmering lavender polish in hand, Daphne patted his back and sat down next to him, “Even when you gain a whole bunch of weight, can’t have sex for the last couple months, throw a fit if there’s no mint chocolate chip cherry chunk ice cream, have morning sickness, and have to pee every five seconds? Is he really gonna tolerate all that?” Justin didn’t say anything. All of a sudden is face got red like he was getting upset, and in a real low, choked voice answered, “Yes,” then started crying, throwing his hands over his eyes. “I…I…k…know…h…he…wo…won’t…leave….m….me…” “Oh, Justin,” rubbing his back Daphne felt instantly guilty, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry. I just don’t want you to be terribly devastated if Brian’s… reaction doesn’t live up to your… expectations. “Leave me the fuck alone.” Justin swattered her hand off his back. “I don’t need your fucking pity.” Swinging his backpack over his shoulder he opened her bedroom door, “I’m going home; and you can forget about talking to me ever again OR picking out baby names,” he added the baby names part for a dramatic affect, knowing it was a task Daphne loved doing. She already had a list of names for her five future children. Daphne rolled her eyes in silence. Justin was being his usual hard-headed self. Very agitated, pissed off and bitter, Justin turned on his heel and walked the short distance across the hall to the staircase when he found it a little hard to breathe. The hall did not seem to have enough air, it was getting unbearably cramped, and he could feel his heart pounding its way out of his chest. He felt a wave of panic rush over him, and he grabbed onto the wall for support. He was suddenly feeling really hot, and his jacket was getting tighter by the second. "Fuck," he rasped, taking in a gulp of air as he stumbled, sliding down to the floor and put his head between his knees. He was having some sort of panic attack, and he could do nothing to stop it. What if Daphne was right? What if Brian never wanted to see him again? What if he didn’t think it was his baby? What if his parents threw him out? What if he dropped out of high school, became a loser and had to give his baby up for adoption? What if people made fun of him? What if…fucking shit, all the “What if’s” were seriously having an affect on him. "Help," he whimpered, much too quietly to be heard. Curled up in the fetal position he visibly trembled. Breaths were coming in in short cuts, and leaving his throat in different parts. He had tears rolling down his face as he whimpered, feeling so overtaken by fear, he was unable to move, or get his voice above a pathetic whimper. What the hell was he doing? He couldn't have a kid! But he couldn't exactly get rid of it either, it just wasn't something he believed in, plus it was probably too late. He let out a weak 'help' once more, not exactly calling out to anyone, but it was the only word he seemed to be able to get out. He hardly felt his stomach lurch, or the vomit as it came out his mouth and landed on the carpet right next to his face. He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling like the walls were closing in on him by the second. Figuring she could call him later, Daphne blew on her nails one last time to assure they were dry. Stopping for a second she heard a slight whimper and opened the door leading down the hall. “Justin are you still…here?” She began, but the image of Justin made her words disappear. She didn’t know how to deal with this kind of situation. Moving over to him she put a hand on his arm and shushed him. “Calm down, Jus,” Daphne tried, not wanting to say it would be alright because she knew that she could be wrong. Justin lurched forward again, a small amount of vomit coming from his mouth to sit with the rest of it once again. "Can't do it. I can't do it." He managed to get out, though it probably wasn't very clear. He was going to ruin some innocent babies life because he was too stupid to know the difference between fun, and the point when it started ruining his future. Everything wasn't so fun anymore. His shaking had subsided slightly when he felt a sturdy body against his, cradling him but forcing his body to still with a firm grasp at the same time. “Just take deep breaths,” Daphne instructed, letting her hand rub up and down Justin’s arm in a comforting manner. After his breathing was a tiny bit normal, She pulled back a bit. “I’ll get you some water, stay here,” She sprinted back to her room for a stray water bottle. “Here,” she sat down next to him. “Drink it slowly.” Justin gratefully took the bottle, and did as she said, taking small sips every now and then. He was sitting with his back against the wall, legs pulled up, only slightly so that his arms could rest on his kneecaps. He looked down beside him and then diverted his eyes back to the bottle and his hands, not really wanting to look at anything or anyone. "I'm sorry I threw up on your floor," he barely said, his voice quiet, not having the energy to be any louder. The mess was small, as he had not eaten too much all day out of anxiety. Daphne looked down to the pile of vomit and sighed. “It’s alright, don’t worry about it. Do you feel better?” Justin gave a slight nod, not really sure what he was supposed to say. He really just wanted to go to bed, but he had a feeling Daphne was going to force him to talk about what caused his little episode. Not just because she was curious by nature, but because she was his best friend. “What caused you to go into that attack? Was it me? Listen, I am really sorry about what I said, and — “ "Nothing! God, just let it go," Justin grumbled, hating the fact someone had seen him in that state. He hated even more that he'd allowed someone to see him in that state, and allowed himself to be dependent on them, even if it was only for a moment or so. "I just started thinking about some shit, and it got a little out of hand. Like I said, I'm fine." Zipping open his backpack he pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open to make a call. “Hey, Brian? Yeah, it’s Justin. Can,” he took a deep breath in hopes of sounding more confident, “Can I see you later? Um…I don’t care what time….Babylon at nine? Pick me up? Ok, thanks, bye.” Daphne, who looked as if she was ready to explode blurted out, “Are you crazy! Justin, you freakin’ found out you’re pregnant this morning, barfed all over yourself and NOW you’re planning on going to Babylon tonight? I hope you aren’t planning on drinking….” “No, I’m planning on telling Brian.” “Right. And I suppose telling him while dancing at a club is THE best way.” Justin kind of shrugged, running a hand through his hair, “At least he’ll be in a good mood.” “Yeah,” Daphne muttered under her breath, “until you tell him.”