You debate whether to tell Randall this or not

You were torn however, about bringing this to Randall's attention. Seeing how you hadn't exactly been honest in sneaking the DVDs home to watch in the first place and then not telling him about it. Having back then, in a completely ridiculous way, somewhat feared the competition. Having thought that Randall seeing Miss. Card having wild sex with this well built, ridiculously handsome looking dude would have lessened your own chances at getting laid. Realizing now of course how utterly selfish it had been, no matter how you tried to spin it. He'd been pissed no doubt, and rightly so. This perhaps being reason enough for you to remain quiet and wait and see if he discovers the DVD on his own. Not really knowing for definite after all if this guy really was the father of his child (even if all signs so far seemed to point to yes). ...And even if he was, even if he was the father and by pure coincidence had captured the moment of conception on video for you to see, you knew absolutely nothing about him whatsoever, other than his first name. Who was he? Where did he even live? From what little you could glean from the movie, it sounded a lot like the two of them were having little more than a fleeting summer fling. He himself saying that he couldn't stay. Or at least he would have had Miss. Card not started kissing her way down to his cock. His very large, very intimidating looking cock.

Argh! You really didn't know what to do. Your jealousy of this exceptionally well formed individual, with looks, charisma, sex appeal, and no doubt some super cool and flashy job, suddenly returning to cloud your mind. Not to mention the fear of what Randall might do when he found out. Would he go hunting for this guy? Track him down? Would it even end up with the two of them together raising the baby, while you were pushed to the side...

Shit. I'm doing it again, you realized. Your head being all a jumble. Picking up your phone then and finding Randall's number. Knowing fine well that if you were in his position (which thank God you were not) you would want to know, even if it was just some wild crackpot theory. You'd still want to be informed. It wasn't going to happen now though, you were certain of that. Quickly putting your phone back down and letting out sigh. He'd wanted some time alone for a while. Having a lot on his plate to deal with already. There was no point you rushing in like a bull in a china shop with this piece of half-news, so soon after he'd returned from the hospital. Now wasn't the time for that. You had to let it all properly sink in with him first, as well as yourself. Then perhaps you could tell him, when the time was good and ready. If there ever was a good time that is...

And so, the following day came and school was abuzz with people chatting away about the various parties they had attended last night, as well as what costumes they would be wearing for the dance tonight. You did your best to ignore all this though, not really caring. Even when Gretchen showed her disappointment at not seeing you out last night. Though admittedly, in the last week, that disappointment had become something she was gradually getting used to. Seemingly losing interest fast.

"Whoa, what's going on there, Tim?" Sean asked, approaching you after Gretchen had walked away. Having apparently been eavesdropping on the entire exchange.

"Nothing. She was just asking if I was going to this stupid dance tonight." This having been the other half of your conversation.

"And are you? Cause you know, you've been kinda M.I.A this past week. It's no wonder Gretchen has been cooling on you."

Gretchen however was no longer quite as important to you as she might have once been. Not with all this stuff with Randall currently going on. Shrugging half-hardheartedly then, "Yeah, well. What you gonna do?"

"I'd fucking ask her out, that's what I'd do," Sean replied. Having been on your case for a while now about stepping up your game. "And quick smart. Otherwise you'll miss your chance." Pointing out that, "She was all over you about a month back. Now you keep blowing her off." This having happened in direct correlation with Randall keeping you busy at his place after school. Sex with Miss. Card's gorgeous body completely trumping spending time with one of the most attractive girls in school. Though you very much doubted you'd be doing much of either now.

"What can I say? Me and woman... we don't go well."

"So I'm starting to see," he said, shaking his head. "Anyway, the Halloween dance. You going?"

You told him pretty much the exact same thing you had told her. "Probably not, dude. I've had my fill of dances if I'm honest. Don't think I can stomach another one." The only possible way you could actually see yourself going was if Randall was chaperoning again. Wanting to speak with him and see how he was doing after yesterday. Having yet to hear any word.

"Aw, c'mon," Sean pushed, disappointed. "You have to. It's my first dance at this school. You've got to show me where all the best places to get caught drinking are!" Grinning like a Cheshire cat in amusement of his own joke.

Not that you saw the funny side. "Ha, ha. You're hilarious, you know that?"

Parting ways then to go to your next class, you awaited your first opportunity to check in on Randall. Not having Government today, so not being able to see him after class. Needing to either wait till lunch and hope he was there, or wait till after school. Being unable to find him during lunch, so after school it was...

Managing to slip through the halls of the History department mostly unnoticed, you made your way to his door and peered inside. Not wanting to walk in on him and Mr. Hanson again, or anyone else for that matter. Thankfully finding the classroom all but empty, save for the lone figure sitting behind Miss. Card's desk.

"Come in!" he called out, after knocking on the door. Heading inside and closing it behind you.

"Hey," you said, giving him a little wave.

"Hey," he replied softly. Showing zero concern this time that you were actually speaking to him in school.

"How you doing?"

"I haven't topped myself or anything if that's what you're worried about."

"No. No, of course not," you told him. Pretty sure he was joking anyway. "I just... you know. After yesterday, I just wanted to check up on you. See how things are."

"Things are pretty much the same as ever to be honest," came his less than enthusiastic reply, "Other than the fact that I'm gonna be giving birth in about 4 months time. The freshmen are still pains in my ass. Marking essays still sucks. And so far today I've had at least two members of the faculty perving down my shirt. Just like any other day really."

While you had been hoping to perhaps hear a little more about how he was coping with everything the doctors had told him, and less about his day at school, you guessed that in a way this pretty much summed it all up. Even though the two of you now knew about this giant life altering thing that changed absolutely everything, nobody else did. They were all just carrying on as normal, as it appeared Randall was doing. As you yourself had been trying your to do all day.

"Yeah, I hear that. Everyone's been going on about this stupid dance tonight."

"Yeah, I've been getting that too," he nodded. "Amanda and Carla are trying to rope me into going."

"Yeah?"

"They've been stuck with chaperoning duties this time and for some reason they think it'll be fun if I do it with them. Even got me a costume for it and everything."

Though you probably shouldn't have been, hearing Randall had a costume for this thing suddenly peeked your interest. Wondering what it was. "Really? What costume?"

"God knows," he told you. Having no interest whatsoever. "I'm not doing it anyway. Not again."

You couldn't really blame him, even if a small part of you was curious to see his amazing body in some kind of outfit. Recalling how awesome it had been when he had dressed up as Lara Croft. Envisioning him in some tight little Supergirl costume or something. That was if he would even fit into one now, what with his ever growing belly.

"The last one was bad enough, huh?"

"Definitely. There's only so many completely wasted seniors you can shout at in one night ...and then of course take home and fuck." Cracking a smile as he said this.

You couldn't help but do the same. It certainly having been an eventful night. And since then many more eventful nights had followed. This suddenly reminding you however, that with his new found condition and motherhood impending, it was very unlikely there would be many more. If any at all. A thought that saddened you deeply.

Wallowing in this sort of thing was not the reason you'd come here though, and quickly changing the subject, you rather tentatively asked, "Well, seeing how you're not gonna to the dance, and I'm not planning on either, wanna maybe hang out tonight instead? Been a while since we last played COD." Fearing though that his answer was going to be no.

His answer however was yes. Randall replying with a shrug, "Sure. Why not? Got nothing else going on."

It seemed your father was right. Your friendship would endure. At least for the foreseeable future.

Telling you to head over to his at about six then, he began packing up his stuff while you quickly shot off before anyone saw you. Happy in the knowledge that even with this whole pregnancy thing going on, you could still hang out as you had been doing. You could still be friends. Now I've just got to figure out what to do about this whole 'DVD situation' and John possibly being the father, you thought, as you hurried down the corridor. Still unsure as to which course would be for the best. Telling him. Not telling him. Or somehow letting him find out for himself...