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How can one perfect moment be turned into such a big fucking mess?
Scuffing my feet along the pavement, I slowly walk back inside the house, kicking off the torture boots with a growl and throwing my coat on the floor.
My friends are all waiting for me in the dining room. As soon as I step through the archway, they all spin to eye me up. Mikayla looks a mix of worried and pissed off, Ethan is cringing, and Asher’s got this “no fucking way” look on his face that actually makes me feel understood.
But it doesn’t change anything, does it?
She’s pregnant.
With my kid.
“Fuck.” I slump against the wall, running a hand though my hair and feeling like total shit.
CHAPTER 9
CAROLINE
By the time I get back to my dorm, my nose is an ice cube, and my cheeks are so cold they sting. But I don’t care. I needed that walk. Everything Casey said to me ran on repeat in my brain.
I’m still not sure if I can believe him.
The fact that he chased me outside and gave me his number was kind of surprising, but I’m seriously not sure if he’ll answer the phone. I kind of want to test it, but then I definitely don’t!
Like I need my fears and doubts confirmed.
Swiping my card, I enter Huxley Hall and give a half-hearted wave to the girls who are leaving. They’re freshmen—young and giggly, the way I used to be.
Now I’m just a knocked-up sophomore, rocketing my way into adult life at a speed I’m not sure I can handle.
Shit, am I ever going to laugh again?
I can’t even imagine it right now.
This past week has been a nightmare, and today didn’t make it any better. Was that what I was looking for? Some kind of relief?
My brain must be zapped. As if I was going to find relief telling Nolan U’s man slut that he’d knocked me up. The snake in my stomach squirms and writhes. I stomp up the stairs, willing myself out of this nausea.
Unlocking my door, I walk in and spot Leilani on her bed. She’s gazing out the window with this lost, desolate look on her face. Has she been crying?
That can’t be right. Lani never cries.
Not even when Jack died in Titanic. Not when Jojo discovered his mom hanging in the square. Not when Black Widow forced Hawkeye to let her go in End Game.
The woman has stunted tear ducts, I swear.
But right now, she looks?—
The door clicks shut behind me and she jolts, her head whipping around to spot me.
“Hey.” She frowns. “Where have you been?”
I sigh, not sure I even want to tell her. She hasn’t been the same since the night I discovered I was pregnant. This whole fiasco has put this weird distance between us, and I’m not sure what to do about it.
Maybe she doesn’t either.
How are you supposed to react when you find out your best friend is pregnant? No words will ever make it better, right?
She probably feels as awkward as I do.
