After the party episode, it takes a while for me to calm down. I close myself in my room though occasionally I let Miles in to feed me.

Lauren is pregnant. With Alex's baby. I try to find some article that explains more of it, but they all say the same thing. Lauren Tanner has been reported as pregnant with Alexander Turner's child. Turner claims it "was an accident", but we cannot know for sure. All we know is that this confirms all theories of some kind of affection between the two.

I shut off my laptop and throw myself backwards onto the bed. This cannot be happening. I massage my temples and I take a few pills, trying to calm down.

Why. Why why-why-why-why-why. WHY.

What is wrong with my mother?! First she has Miles, then ditches, and now she's with the one adult I respected! Can't she just be happy? If she's going to ruin her life, she doesn't have to take mine down with her.

There is a loud knock on the door. "Micah?"

"Come in," I mumble.

Miles enters the room. He is holding the newest issue of Glam Weekly Magazine. This can't be good.

"Micah, you might want to take a look at this."

I snatch the magazine and stare at it intently, scanning the front page. Miles exits quietly.

On the cover is a full-size picture of me. On my date with Nick. The headline reads Micah Tanner Revealed! Girl Suffers From An Extreme Social Anxiety Disorder.

Not. Good.

Furiously, I flip to the page where the article is written. The author is Rhina Fabel. No surprise.

Micah Tanner, daughter of Hollywood highlight Lauren Tanner, has had her secret revealed: she suffers from an extreme Social Anxiety Disorder! Who knew, right? Well, someone did. A secret source, claiming to be Nicholas Garner, Tanner's boyfriend, has revealed to the public -

I throw the magazine on the floor, stamping on it with all my might. Nick. Seething, I pick up my iPhone, almost crushing it in my grasp, and dial Nick's number.

The phone rings twice, then he picks up.

"Hello?"

I explode. "YOU LITTLE FREAK!!!!!!!" I shout into the phone. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT!!?? YOU BETRAYED ME, YOU BITCH!" I stop catch my breath.

There is a pause. "What?"

"We're done, you bitch," I say, grinding my teeth.

"What are you talking about?!" Nick sounds genuinely confused. "What did I do?"

"You know what I mean," I hiss.

"Micah. Calm down. I seriously have no idea what you are talking about. If you want to meet at a park or something..."

"No. Way," I growl. Did he forget or something? The article certainly said his name. "I never want to see you again." I hang up.

"Shit," I whisper, throwing my phone down. "Shit shit shit shit shit...."

"Micah? Are you okay?" I hear Miles call from the dining room.

No. I am not okay. Everyone knows about my anxiety. I broke up with the only boyfriend I've ever had. And now I'm having another freak-out. Instead, I say, "Yeah, I'm fine." I tap my foot a million beats per second. Micah gets a grip your not going to panic. I gasp for air as I feel my airways constrict. A sick feeling knots itself tight in the pit of my stomach. Why aren't the pills helping? I'm dying... This is what dying feels like.

"Micah... What's wrong?" Miles is standing in my bedroom door. "You're really pale. Micah, Please answer me. Are you okay?" He comes closer.

I shake my head silently and close my eyes, pressing my hand to my heart. The tears drip from my eyelashes as I bite my lip. It's okay, Micah. He's your father.

"I'm having an anxiety attack. I feel like I can't breathe. Nick told the world about my anxiety and broke up with him. I feel like I'm dying," I gulp out the words. I expect him to call 911 but all of a sudden I feel his arms around me.

"Micah...I'm sorry. That is a really terrible thing of him to do. Just cry. You're going to be okay." He hugs me and I sob into his shirt. He smells like chocolate chip cookies. My body is shaking, he holds me tighter. "It's going to be fine. Cry, just cry." It's the most caring thing possible. Although no amount of love and compassion could ever truly fill the gap of not having a father and neglective.

"Thanks, Miles." I try to smile, but my lip is trembling.

"It's fine to call me Dad, Micah," he tells me. He combs his fingers through my hair, resting is chin on my head.

I sigh.

"So it was Nick who told Glam? I'm going to beat the crap out of him for messing with my baby girl." I have to smile.

"I broke up with him. All I need is a bag of double stuffed Oreos and I'll be fine," I joke.

"Okay, but if you ever run into him. Call me. I have a few very choice words for him if he ever does try anything again." Miles ruffles my hair, then pulls away. He smiles down at me, and I realize that, unlike Alex, his teeth are not perfectly straight. He has a sort of crooked grin that seems almost unnatural, yet soothing. His face isn't worth a million dollars. He's just a normal person.

"Thank you," I say genuinely. "You're the best dad ever."

"I'm also your only dad ever." He teases and I elbow him.

"What about Alex? Isn't he my step-dad now." I guess Lauren never married him, but still.

"I feel bad for him," Miles says solemnly. "I wonder if he knows about the.....did he tell you what he is doing?"

"He's on an 'extended vacation'," I say, using the exact words I had heard earlier.

"Well, I doubt Lauren's changed much so he's probably never coming back. I doubt he's keeping up on Celebrity news." Miles bites his cheek.

"I should call him. Tell him , so if he does come back, he isn't shocked." What kind of father doesn't know about his child?

"Probably a good idea. Your mom got super pissed when I didn't reply to her messages until it had already been like 6 months." He smiles.

"Sounds about right."

We both have to giggle a little.