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“Riverdale?The Arrow?” He stares at me and I stare back. “Or maybe you kick it old school?Gossip Girl?Dawson’s Creek? Nothing?”
“Get to the point.”
“Girls aren’t mysterious. They have egos just like we do. And this girl, the one you can’t stop staring at? She probably can’t handle another rejection, not least of all from you.”
“Why would she think I would ever reject her?”
“I don’t know,” he says with a short chuckle. “It’s not like she knows you don’t do relationships or anything, right?”
I stare at him and he knows he has me. I hadn’t even considered that. That was the first time we ever talked, I told her exactly that. And then proceeded to fuck her, knock her up, and fuck her again.
“I gotta go,” I say.
“Good boy,” he says, clapping me on the shoulder. I shoot him a sharp look and he raises his palms again. “I’ll get you a sour?”
I speed walk back over to the blanket, but she’s not there. Neither is Ainsley. Freddy and Grover are chatting with Aly and her boyfriend who have just stopped in. After quick hellos I ask where she’s gone and Grover points toward the restrooms.
By the time I find her, she’s standing a good twenty feet away from the bathrooms near the boat launch, her phone pressed to her ear as Ainsley rubs circles into her back. My heart drops into my stomach as I rush to her side.
I look at Ainsley when Megan won’t lift her gaze from the ground.
“It’s her mom,” Ainsley whispers.
“Well, what is she gonna do about it?” Megan asks, taking a few steps away from us.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” Ainsley says, folding her arms around herself. “I can’t imagine it’s great after the way they left it last week.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. She frowns and cocks her head.
“I, uh… you know. They have a… tough relationship.”
“What happened last week?”
“It’s not really my—”
“This is the mother of my child. If someone has upset her, I want to know.”
She blinks up at me, her gaze hard. But then something causes her to soften her glare and she backs down.
“She called to tell her mom about the baby. It… didn’t go well.”
“Didn’t go well how?”
She frowns and purses her lips together as if trying to decide how much to reveal.
“Please,” I ask.
She thinks for another long moment, her eyes flicker to where Megan stands, shaking her head as she listens into her phone.
“Her mother basically shamed her. Her mother’s… man friend, or whatever he is, said some pretty crude things to her.”
“What did he say?” My jaw tics.
“I’m not comfortable repeating it.”
My breath comes short and sharp, but when Megan turns around, her lips tight, her eyes shiny and tired, my anger dissipates.
