Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
Devyn
“NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO.” I’m sitting on my bathroom floor surrounded by seven pregnancy tests. Seven! All positive. I couldn’t believe it when the first one showed a little pink plus sign. I thought for sure it was defective, so I went back to the drugstore and bought six more—one from each different brand they had in stock. What am I going to do? How could this have happened? This isn’t part of the plan! Sure, I want kids someday but not before I have the chance to establish a career or get married. What am I going to do?
I take a few deep breaths while staring at the digital display that reads, Pregnant . I grab my phone off the counter and scroll to Riley’s name. We haven’t spoken since the hotel. I’d called him quite a few times before graduation, but they all went to voicemail. I also tried Josh, but he blew me off too, saying that Rye was just really busy. I tried finding him at graduation, but there were too many people. The last time I saw him was from the audience as I watched him accept his diploma and walk off stage. How am I supposed to tell him that I’m pregnant? We’re on opposite sides of the country! He still has two years of school left. And what about my internship? Crap! Crap! Crap! Wouldn’t one of us have noticed if one of the condoms broke?
I bite the bullet and hit the call button. It rings four times before it’s answered.
“Hello, Riley’s phone!” a girl slurs.
I hold the phone away from my ear. Is this really happening right now? Who is answering his phone? Why is there so much background noise?
“Hello, is Riley available?”
“No, he’s not. That big ball of hot man is getting me another drink. Can I take a message?”
“No, no message.” I hang up quickly, feeling sick, and wind up puking again . As I lay on the cold tile floor, I sob. What am I going to do? Riley’s obviously back to his old ways. Our night together clearly didn’t have the same significance to him as it did to me. How can we raise a baby together when he won’t even talk to me?
Riley
I scowl when I see the annoying brunette setting my phone down on the table. “What are you doing with my phone? ”
“It rang,” she slurs. “I answered it.”
I pick up my phone and scroll through the caller ID. Devyn.
“What did she say? What did you say to her!?”
“I said hello, and some chick asked for you. I said you were getting me a drink and offered to take a message. She didn’t want to leave one.”
“What exactly did she say?” I yell.
“Whoa, dude, calm down,” Brody says as he joins us at the table.
I fling my arm out. “Drunkie McWasted here thought she should answer my phone! I was trying to find out what the caller said.”
“Hey!” she whines. “I’m not wasted!”
“Sure, you’re not.” I scoff.
Her friend shoots me a look of disgust. “Who do you think you are, asshole?” She turns to Brody and pouts. “Brody bear, are you going to let him talk to my friend like that?”
Brody bear? Oh geez.
“Uh…” he stammers.
She stands up and huffs. “You know what? You’re an asshole just like your friend! Find someone else to suck you off tonight!”
Both women stomp away.
Brody punches my arm. “Way to cock block, bro. Rachel has mad head-giving skills. I think my dick actually whimpered as she was walking away. What gives?”
I sigh. “I’m sorry, man. That girl I was telling you about earlier called while I was at the bar. God knows what that girl said to her. Devyn probably thinks I’m fucking her or something.”
“Who cares what she’s thinking?” Brody says. “You said a clean break was for the best, right? If that’s true, then it’s a good thing if she thinks you’ve already moved on. Right?”
I take a sip of my beer and swallow the bitterness. I don’t know if it’s the ale or regret that’s causing the lump in my throat.
“Right.”