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Me: Whatever. This day has been the fucking worst and now you’re dicking around with your ex.
Leighton: Wow. I can’t even believe you’re going there. You’re overreacting. I don’t want Adam. I NEVER wanted Adam and you know that! And what’s going on?
I stop answering because I know if we continue down this road while I’m angry over Alli and jealous over Adam that I’ll end up saying something I regret and hurting Leighton. “Dammit!” I growl as I drop to their couch next to Skyler. She closes her textbook and sets it on the table in front of her.
She crosses her legs in a pretzel and looks over at me. “Care to share with the class?”
“Not really,” I grumble.
“Too bad. Do you want a drink?” Peyton asks as she stands up and makes her way from the couch and into the kitchen. “Some of your beers are here.” I shake my head as I let it fall into my hands.
“Everything is so fucked,” I grumble.
“I’m guessing this is about Alli?” Skyler asks.
“And maybe also because my girlfriend is hanging out with that douchebag Adam.” I look at Peyton. “Wait…aren’t you in Leigh’s statistics class? Why aren’t you at the study group?”
“Organized study groups aren’t really my thing,” Peyton quips and Skyler snorts.
“Yes, cheating is more your thing.”
“Says the girl who slept with her professor for an A?” Peyton retorts with a flick of her blonde hair over her shoulder.
She smacks Peyton’s arm. “I did not sleep with Aidan for an A, bitch.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, did you not get an A?”
“Because I’m smart as shit.”
“And just maybe…maybe I’m good at math.” Skyler turns her head and narrows her eyes at Peyton. “I’m good at stats okay? I’m thinking of minoring in it.”
“You…like…math?”
“Don’t make a big deal about it. The math section was what saved my SATs. I got a perfect score on that section.”
Skyler’s mouth drops open, and quite frankly I’m just as shocked. “Weren’t you stoned?” I ask, having heard this story before.
“Obviously, but math doesn’t change. I can do math while I’m drunk too. Don’t tell anyone.” She rolls her eyes and turns back to her textbook.
“Then why aren’t you tutoring Leigh?” I snap at the revelation.
“Because she’s stubborn and doesn’t listen! Trust me, I tried. And then what’s his face started doing her homework for her, so she didn’t need my help anymore.”
“We’re getting off topic. Though I do want to know more about my best friend being a math whiz and me never knowing.” Skyler points at Peyton before turning to me. “What’s going on with Alli?”
“I don’t think the baby is mine.” I blurt out. “I wanted to talk to Leigh first, but she’s not here, and I have to get this off my chest.”
Peyton crosses her arms over her chest and eyes me warily. “Go on.”
“I think she drugged me the night we supposedly had sex. It’s why I don’t have any memory of it. When we woke up naked, she went with it. But I don’t think we actually had sex. If we did, I definitely was not a willing participant. But…that baby…she fucked someone else in the interim. Or maybe she cheated on me. I don’t know but…” I know I’ve been rambling and when I look over to Skyler and Peyton both of their mouths are open, their eyes wide. “Oh…oh my God,” Skyler whispers.
“Oh yeah, we all need drinks.” Peyton gets up and comes back with a bottle of vodka and three shots. “Holy shit, did she admit that? Oh my God, Leighton is going to kill her.” She puts a hand on her forehead dramatically. “Oh my God, we’re going to be accomplices to murder.” She squeezes her eyes together before taking her shot. “Oh, you know what, I’m not worried. Between your dad and Daddy West we’ll get off,” she says looking at Skyler.
Skyler scrunches her cheeks upward and I’ve heard a vague story about Skyler’s older sister, Serena’s engagement to her dad’s best friend and partner which is where I assume the Daddy term comes from. “I’m serious,” I tell them.
“Peyton’s serious,” Skyler says as she downs the shot. “She knew this whole time the baby may not be yours? I spent a month picking my best friend off her bathroom floor because Alli wanted to fuck with you?” Her eyes fill with rage, and I’m beginning to think she’s just as angry as me. “When are you taking the test?”
“Tomorrow,” I say before downing the shot Peyton poured for me.
