She couldn't help but roll her eyes and a smirk tugged at her face, but no matter how amusing she found his comment, she wasn't going to let herself smile. This was so not the time for smiling, not at all. This was the time for being serious, which was something Juliet had never been good at. It wasn't much of a secret that she didn't do serious; personality or otherwise. She was just a bouncing bundle of bubbly and partying, and she didn't let much phase her. She figured it was easier that way, to just let things roll off of you and act like you didn't care. But, really, it wasn't acting half of the time. She honestly didn't care about much aside from painting and Hayden and Ryden, for the most part.
She blew some hair from her eyes, a little frustrated with herself. She should've just said it the second she walked in, because now she was totally stalling. She didn't want to say it now. She was trying to backtrack, make up some stupid excuse like a boy just broke up with her or something stupid. So she stood there for a good minute or so, just chewing her lip and staying completely silent, only moving a fraction of an inch when he said she could sit on the bed. After another few seconds, she slowly sunk down onto the bed, about to just throw herself on him and cry, but just as she was about to, she remembered how he didn't like being touched all that much. And, frankly, now was not the best time to piss him off. Juliet glanced over at him for a few seconds before staring down at her lap, sucking in a huge breath before stuttering out, "I.. Ry, I.. I'm pregnant."
She was already anticipating a number of possibilities before the words were even out of her mouth; most prominent was the one with Ryden jumping up off the bed and screaming at her and just storming out, and while part of her wanted to believe he wouldn't be mean to her like that, she had no idea how to gauge something like this. Boys were stupid and rude and when confronted with problems like this, usually bailed. And Ryden had never had to deal with something like this - that she knew of - so it wasn't like she even had anything to base it off of. She fought the overwhelming urge to cry, because she knew he hated it when people cried, and because she didn't really want to look like some poor, pathetic girl right now. She figured that would only make things worse at this point.