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With a frown, I rub at the pain in my stomach. It’s new. Maybe the ache in my head is extending throughout my body. Casey’s probably right, I should go back to my dorm and rest. It’ll get me away from curious glances and gossipy whispers.
But I already missed a bunch of classes last week, and I don’t want to fall too far behind.
Rubbing at my aching temples, I try to ignore the throbbing throughout my body and shuffle toward my next class. I’m too caught up in my regret to stop and think about why my body’s acting weird until I feel a spurt of something wet in my underwear.
I jolt to a stop, the ache in my stomach contorting into a sharp pain that nearly buckles my knees.
My lips part like I want to wail, but nothing comes out. I feel like someone’s fisting my insides and squeezing the life out of me.
The life.
Out of me.
“Oh shit.” With a soft gasp, I start running for the bathroom.
Shouldering the door open, I make a beeline for the end stall, but before I can even reach it, another gush of liquid floods my underwear. It’s warm, and when I look down, I spot the red soaking into my pants, painting a trail toward my knee. I gape at this bloody warning, struggling to comprehend it fully. But as another sharp pain tears through me, I finally let out a wail and drop to the floor.
CHAPTER 42
CASEY
I’m kind of thrown by Caroline’s dismissal. I was trying to make her feel better, protect her after she’d been shouted at by the asswipe. But she didn’t want me around.
It’s hard not to feel the sting of her rejection. She looked so pasty after that crapweasel shouted at her. I wanted to shut him up so badly. It’s hard to scream in someone’s face when you don’t have any teeth, and I would have happily extracted every one of them for him. Free of charge, even.
It would give me the greatest fucking pleasure!
But that would have only made Caroline feel worse.
She obviously regrets sleeping with him. He obviously doesn’t. Although he might now.
Fuck! Why didn’t I just call her after she gave me her number?
She stayed with me. I’ve got the tattoo to prove it, but my stubborn ass just didn’t want to fall in love. If it wasn’t for the baby, I’d still be out there sleeping my way through life and never knowing this… this feeling.
This feeling that only Caroline can give me.
I don’t get how a fuckup like me ever got so lucky.
The truth is, Ben’s probably the better match, you know?
Sure, he shouted at Caroline today, but he was in shock. Sure, I still want to punch him in the balls and turn him into a toothless wonder, but I’ve heard good things about the guy.
Yeah, I asked around when I was at a low point, sat there glaring at the wall while a few different people told me what a great guy he is—studious, hardworking, kind, caring, comes from money but isn’t an asshole about it. Blah, blah, blah.
He’s definitely got his shit together. Probably doesn’t feel like it after today, though.
Shit. His face.
He was fuming, but he was also hurt. I know how he feels. Caroline’s handled this thing pretty badly. But I get why, and maybe he would, too, if he took the time to listen.
In saying that, he doesn’t get to walk away with the girl he wants… so why would he even want to listen?
This is such an epic clusterfuck.
He’d probably make a great dad, though, bring with him decent folks and family to help the kid manage life.
What do I bring?
