letting a defeated exhale. “It’s not going to work.”
“How do you know that?”
Because he’s not going to date a pregnant girl.
“I just know,” I said, feeling the urge to just tell her everything become stronger and stronger.
“Well, I don’t believe that for a second. Look at you! He sounds like a catch, but you’re a fucking trophy.”
I puffed. A laugh that did not agree with the conclusion Rachael was drawing up.
“Whatever, I’m going to see him… in a few hours.” I smirked, playing with the frills hanging from the bottom of Rachel’s bookbag.
“What?! Where?”
“He’s playing at the Viper Room.”
Rachel let out a jealous grunt. She had wanted to go to the iconic rock nightclub since she had moved out here from the midwest.
“That’s going to be so hot,” she said. I arched an eyebrow, instinctively crossing my arms across my chest.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” I assured her, although something in my tone of voice even gave me doubts. Rachel picked up on it too and just responded with a “Mhmm, ok.”
Then my stomach twisted, a grinding twist that made my body tense up. I shot up and ran to the bathroom, my hand cupping my mouth and hoping to all hope that I could make it to the toilet.
Thankfully, I did.
After I had flushed my sickness down the pipes, I went back to Rachel, who was standing by the couch with a cup of water, her eyebrows furrowed together in worry.
“You ok?” she asked, handing over the cup. The cool water felt so relieving and for some reason helped keep the tears at bay. Vomiting in that toilet just reminded me how much my life was changing, how there was now a little life growing inside of me.
“Just a bad dinner,” I murmured, shuffling to my bedroom and throwing myself under the white comforters. Rachel sat at the foot of my bed, her hand resting reassuringly on my covered ankle. I felt safe under the comforters, like I could just close my eyes and then things would be fixed. But nothing was fixed when I poked my head out from underneath, seeing Rachel offering me a comforting smile.
I was almost on the brink of canceling my date, but Rachel read right through me and shook her head. “You’re going tonight.”
“But I’m feeling sick,” I said weakly, pouting a little for added effect.
“Well, too bad. From what you told me, he’s a fucking god, so go and do something about it.”
I nodded, reassuring the both of us, but mainly myself, that I was going to go tonight. I was going to see him and I was going to have the time of my life with the man of my dreams. Of my wildest, dirtiest, craziest, and most memorable dreams.
“Come on, let’s go watch something on Netflix.” She patted my leg and got up off the bed, willing me to come along with her. I threw off the safety of the comforter and followed her back to my living room, where we settled in an flipped on the television.
“Since we were on this topic, I started talking to someone a few days ago.”
“Wait, what?” Rachel was usually good about letting me know her recent dating conquests, so her keeping a boy a secret was a surprise to me.
“I dunno, I guess I wasn’t expecting this one to actually go anywhere,” she admitted. I propped my head on the armrest and looked at her, seeing a sly smirk cross her face.
“Why?”
“Just didn’t seem like my type at first.” She shrugged her shoulders but then her smile grew. “Until I found out what he was packing.” Her eyebrows did a little jump, and I realized she wasn’t talking about a gun.
“You hooked up with him?” I already knew the answer, but I asked out of reflex anyway. Her smile was all the confirmation I needed.
“You’re bad,” I said, smiling back. She was the just the right amount of a bad influence that everyone needed in their lives. She had already been able to coax a side in me that I never knew I had, granted it was the side of me that thought having sex with Blake
“How do you know that?”
Because he’s not going to date a pregnant girl.
“I just know,” I said, feeling the urge to just tell her everything become stronger and stronger.
“Well, I don’t believe that for a second. Look at you! He sounds like a catch, but you’re a fucking trophy.”
I puffed. A laugh that did not agree with the conclusion Rachael was drawing up.
“Whatever, I’m going to see him… in a few hours.” I smirked, playing with the frills hanging from the bottom of Rachel’s bookbag.
“What?! Where?”
“He’s playing at the Viper Room.”
Rachel let out a jealous grunt. She had wanted to go to the iconic rock nightclub since she had moved out here from the midwest.
“That’s going to be so hot,” she said. I arched an eyebrow, instinctively crossing my arms across my chest.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” I assured her, although something in my tone of voice even gave me doubts. Rachel picked up on it too and just responded with a “Mhmm, ok.”
Then my stomach twisted, a grinding twist that made my body tense up. I shot up and ran to the bathroom, my hand cupping my mouth and hoping to all hope that I could make it to the toilet.
Thankfully, I did.
After I had flushed my sickness down the pipes, I went back to Rachel, who was standing by the couch with a cup of water, her eyebrows furrowed together in worry.
“You ok?” she asked, handing over the cup. The cool water felt so relieving and for some reason helped keep the tears at bay. Vomiting in that toilet just reminded me how much my life was changing, how there was now a little life growing inside of me.
“Just a bad dinner,” I murmured, shuffling to my bedroom and throwing myself under the white comforters. Rachel sat at the foot of my bed, her hand resting reassuringly on my covered ankle. I felt safe under the comforters, like I could just close my eyes and then things would be fixed. But nothing was fixed when I poked my head out from underneath, seeing Rachel offering me a comforting smile.
I was almost on the brink of canceling my date, but Rachel read right through me and shook her head. “You’re going tonight.”
“But I’m feeling sick,” I said weakly, pouting a little for added effect.
“Well, too bad. From what you told me, he’s a fucking god, so go and do something about it.”
I nodded, reassuring the both of us, but mainly myself, that I was going to go tonight. I was going to see him and I was going to have the time of my life with the man of my dreams. Of my wildest, dirtiest, craziest, and most memorable dreams.
“Come on, let’s go watch something on Netflix.” She patted my leg and got up off the bed, willing me to come along with her. I threw off the safety of the comforter and followed her back to my living room, where we settled in an flipped on the television.
“Since we were on this topic, I started talking to someone a few days ago.”
“Wait, what?” Rachel was usually good about letting me know her recent dating conquests, so her keeping a boy a secret was a surprise to me.
“I dunno, I guess I wasn’t expecting this one to actually go anywhere,” she admitted. I propped my head on the armrest and looked at her, seeing a sly smirk cross her face.
“Why?”
“Just didn’t seem like my type at first.” She shrugged her shoulders but then her smile grew. “Until I found out what he was packing.” Her eyebrows did a little jump, and I realized she wasn’t talking about a gun.
“You hooked up with him?” I already knew the answer, but I asked out of reflex anyway. Her smile was all the confirmation I needed.
“You’re bad,” I said, smiling back. She was the just the right amount of a bad influence that everyone needed in their lives. She had already been able to coax a side in me that I never knew I had, granted it was the side of me that thought having sex with Blake
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