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My lips curve upward as I quickly text him back.
Me
The word ‘daddy’ is so unnecessary, not to mention gross. Is that what your string of bimbos call you?
Beau
We’ve talked about this. I’m a reformed man. Bimbo, lose the s.
I dial his number, too lazy to text. He picks up immediately.
“You’re wasting my time trying to convince me you’re settling down,” I tell him.
“Whoa,” he begins with, and even though I can’t see him, I can envision his grin. “No one talked about settling down. Don’t go spreading rumors which might ruin my reputation.”
There’s a knock on my dorm door, so I grab my phone to open the door, only to see Beau and his smirk on the other side.
I hit end call, then shove his chest in annoyance, unable to hide my smile. Like most days, he’s wearing one of his basketball tees with a pair of sweats and sneakers. Unlike me, I’m still in my bed shorts and a tank even though it’s midday.
Beau glances at me, then slowly draws his gaze to my chest and boxers.
“Nice legs, Edwards. Maybe I had the whole nerd label all wrong.”
He throws himself onto my bed as I close the door.
“I was studying, thank you very much. Why are you here anyway? Don’t you have something on with some friends?”
“I do,” he says, turning to his side and resting on his elbow. “But I wanted to make sure you were still alive, given you’ve blown off three parties this week.”
Quick to defend myself, I point toward my books. “Um, in case you haven’t noticed, I have a lot to catch up on.”
Beau’s eyes shift onto my books, but then he slowly moves to sit up. He stands up in silence as I watch on with curiosity, only for him to walk to my desk and grab the pregnancy test.
Shit. You idiot.
“What the hell is this?”
“It’s not what you think.”
He tilts his head with his mouth pressed tight into a white slash. His forehead's veins become more prominent as his anger is revealed.
“I think it’s a pregnancy test,” he responds in a raised voice. “Who the hell are you fucking?”
I keep quiet, unsure how to explain things even though it’s all irrelevant since the test is negative.
“Alexa, don’t tell me you’re still seeing him.”
“I’m not!”
“Jesus fucking Christ. So, what the hell is this?”
“Look, I was late, okay? I did it just to make sure. It’s negative. End of story and drop the subject.”
His knuckles turn white as he grips tighter on the stick.
“Drop the subject? Is this why you haven’t been out? Worrying if you’re pregnant to some guy who treated you like you were nothing and is trying to ruin your father?”
I cross my arms in defiance. “God, Beau. It’s none of your business! Stop being a selfish prick. I’m not pregnant. Now, either get over it and move on or leave.”
