A/N: As we all know, I don't own Camp Rock : (

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"Fuck, fuck fuckity fuck fuck!"Caitlyn cussed at herself. She paced back and forth down the isle of the store.

"Now there are two ways to do this. Crap it out, or kill myself. Wait, can you crap it out? Fuck." She mumbled to herself.

"Gellar, it's closing time. You don't have to go home, but you gotta get the heck outta here!" Sam, the liquor store clerk said. Caitlyn grunted.

"UGH. I can't get some freakin privacy in this freakin world." She snatched a box off of the shelf. On her way out the door, she through three dollar bills on the counter.

"Later, Princess." Sam said with a smirk. Caitlyn left the store with a middle finger in the air. Before the door closed, she heard Sam yell, "Love to honey, but looks like someone already did. Ouch! I even burned myself that time." Followed by a chuckle of laughter.

Caitlyn stared straight ahead and whispered, "I hope he gets mugged before he closes."

She walked in the cold November wind, to her house a few blocks away. Not once did she look at what she grabbed at the store. "I swear to God, if this one doesn't change, I'm going to kill him." She turned the corner, and in view was her house.

Up the concrete steps, through the wooden door, down the hall to the right, and into her bathroom, was where she finally looked at what she held.

With both hands, she skimmed over the rectangle box that read, First Response in curvy pink letters. Caitlyn opened it, and took out a white pregnancy test. She took of her pants and undies then sat on the toilet. The cold surface made her shiver, and take a deep breath. She quickly put the test into action and awaited the worst two minutes of her life.

After the time was up, she hesitantly looked at the test.

"Fuck." It was a plus sign. She pulled up her underwear and her pants, then shoved the test back in the box. The box was then wrapped in toilet paper, and thrown into the bottom of the trash can.

"This can't be happening! Not to me! Please God. No! I'm only 15. Please, no." Caitlyn cried. She walked out of the bathroom, and slid down her closet wall. She tangled her hands in her hair, and screamed.

"No! No! NO NO NO!" She started off with powerful screams, but it ended up being soft cries of no's.

With mascara tears running down her cheeks, she stood up and walked to her desk. She picked up the phone, and dialed his number. She waited, and waited for him to answer.

"Hello?" A voice from the other side asked.

Caitlyn just stood there with her mouth opened.

"Hello?" He said again.

More tears rolled down her cheeks, but she did not make a sound.

"Hello?!" That was the last word, before he hung up.

Caitlyn slowly hung up her phone. She walked to her bed, and cried. Loud cries, and soft cries. She eventually cried herself to sleep.

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The next morning, Caitlyn woke up to the smell of pancakes. She stood up, and walked to her bathroom. Inspecting herself in the mirror, she put her hair up in a messy pony tail. With a wash cloth, she rubbed and rubbed against her black smeared cheeks, trying to get dried mascara off.

When she was done with all she could do, she brushed her teeth, and walked downstairs.

"Morning honey-What happened to you last night?!" Her mother asked. Caitlyn guess she looked like she had a hangover.

"Nothing. I just went to sleep with my make up on. Never do that. Then you end up looking like this." She said pointing to herself. her mother smiled, and laughed. Caitlyn gave a fake smile.

I have to act normal. She can't find out. Caitlyn thought. She didn't need anymore stress. With the divorce she and Caitlyn's dad were going through, she didn't need anymore stress.

Plus. The less people that know, the better. She continued.

"Well, you hungry? I made your favorite. Banana chocolate chip pancakes. Eat up!" Her mother gleamed.

Caitlyn was surprisingly hungry. She sat down at the table, and her mother placed a plate stacked with pancakes. Caitlyn licked her lips, and dug in.

Hey, better than all those mornings I had of morning sickness the last two weeks.

As caitlyn ate, and thought, she missed the phone ringing. She was brought back to reality when her mother called.

"Caitlyn, it's Nate." Her mother smiled.

A horrible, twisting, gut wrenching feeling churned in Caitlyn's stomach. She really didn't want to talk to him.

What if he found out?! Oh God. No no no. Please no. Caitlyn gulped, and walked to to phone.

"Hello?" She shyly said into the phone.

"Caitlyn. It's Nate. We need to talk." He said.

It's over. She thought. He found out.

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A/N: So, not my best chapter ever, but I was just hit with this idea. You guys and gals like?

-Niki-