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I tilt my head with furrowed brows. “Really, that’s it? I guess you’ve broken the pact and found women who can please you better.”
Suddenly, the room feels hot, and beneath my sweater, I’m starting to sweat. My stomach does this flip thing which I know is from the hot flaming’ Cheetos. It has to be. How can I be jealous of girls he’s sleeping with when I’m knocked up with another man’s baby?
“God, Alexa, if you must know. Each girl I slept with, I was off my face blind drunk. There, does that make you happy?”
“You were drunk with me. What’s the difference?”
“Because it was different, okay? Now, can we drop this subject?”
“But I’m not done…”
“I’m done,” he raises his voice. “I swear to God. What is it with women nagging? Like, what difference does it make now, huh? You’re pregnant with his baby. I can tell you it was the best sex of my life, and I haven’t stopped thinking about you, but none of it matters, so end of fucking story.”
“Okay,” I simply say, unsure how to respond.
Though, my mind begins to drift. What if I wasn’t pregnant? Would Beau and I eventually of dated? The sex was great, but I wouldn’t have wanted our friendship ruined over something we shouldn’t be doing as friends. It almost feels like if you’re gonna screw around with your best friend, it’s an all-or-nothing situation.
God, this is the kind of shit Ava would dissect for me. This is what happens when I keep everything to myself and start questioning the what-ifs. Who needs to do that when you have an overbearing older sister who can do it for you?
“Look, Alexa. It’s done,” Beau speaks in a calmer tone, but he sounds defeated. “Let’s just focus on the future. That’s all we can do.”
I nod. “So, time to prank Eric?”
Beau Grins. “Let’s do it.”
Every day feels like one giant blur.
I find myself tossing and turning at night, unable to get comfortable because I can’t lay on my stomach.
The stomach which has decided toshow.
Worried someone will see me, I always wear baggy sweaters, thankful the weather is still cool enough. It won’t last long, given spring is just around the corner, followed by what is predicted to be our hottest summer ever.
Between the lack of sleep and cramming of studying, I’ve lost count of the days. I’ve officially passed my first trimester and am well into the second. According to some books I read, the second trimester is smooth sailing though there was a section on pregnancy hormones making you horny all the damn time. I’d heard it from my sisters but thought it was them making up shit.
Oh, how wrong of me to think they lied.
Guys who are so not my type are suddenly the hottest thing ever. As for Beau, I have to force myself to pick fights with him so he’ll leave my room, just so I don’t jump him for my own pleasure.
In last night’s fight, I claimed he was chewing too loud. It escalated from there. Then he ended up leaving, calling me a psycho. He was wearing his white tee, the one which makes him look all James Dean bad boy-like. Between that and his ripped jeans, I was a hot mess.
My parents are due to visit next week, and since they haven’t seen me since the party at the club, there is no choice but to tell them. One look at me, and they’ll know anyway.
I’m almost finished with my assignment ahead of time, which is a relief. With my window closed, the air begins to warm, so I remove my sweater and just chill in my tank.
There’s a knock on the door, just like Beau’s. He said he wasn’t coming over tonight, but I bet he changed his mind.
I pull the door open and shout, “What?”
Only to see Eric on the other side.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
His mouth immediately falls open. My eyes bulge as his stare fixates on my stomach. He throws his hand to his chest, clutching his shirt as if he is having a heart attack.
“Oh, my…” he pauses in shock, then gulps, “… god.”
“Okay, so yes. Here I am.”
