Hellion, a New Adult Romance Novel(34)
“Chalk, chapstick, cat turds … whatever. He sees it, he eats it.”
She barks out a laugh. “Cat turds?”
I sigh heavily. “Apparently, someone around the hood told him to lick a cat turd. I haven’t figured out who it is yet, but when I do, that person is going down to ass-kicking town, courtesy of my right foot.”
“Yours and mine both.” She nods, dead serious.
I love it when Teagan gets all badass for my family. It makes my heart sing. “You are the best BFF of all BFFs, you know that?” A real live grin finally lights up my face. Right now, in this moment, the future doesn’t seem quite as dim as it did thirty minutes ago. Maybe it’s because then I was under my covers replaying all the horrible things I did to Mick, but whatever. I love my little Tea-Tea. Rebel better treat her right or I’m going to unload on his ass.
“Yes, I do know that. So are you going with me to the clinic?”
I blink a few times, trying to clear the cobwebs from my brain. “Clinic? Did I miss something?” I sit forward suddenly. “Please tell me you’re not pregnant.”
“No, don’t be stupid. But I do need to keep from getting pregnant, so I need more pills. I don’t have insurance yet, so I have to go to that public health clinic place where I can get them free.”
“Oooooh. Okay.” I tilt my head. “Did we talk about this before?” I’m a little worried I’m losing my mind. This feels like a conversation I should have remembered.
“Maybe. Maybe not. If I didn’t say it out loud, I know I thought it really hard.” She gathers up all her wrappers and shoves them into her empty bag.
I throw off my covers, scattering my junk everywhere. “Oh, well, my bad, then. I should have read your mind.”
“Sha. Damn straight. That’s what BFFs do. When can you be ready?”
“Fifteen minutes.” I rush over to my dresser and start yanking various things out of the drawers.
“Yeah right.” She leans over and shoves her bag in the trashcan before sliding her body up towards the headboard so she can lie down. “Wake me up in ninety minutes when you’re really ready,” she says as she places her head on a pile of covers and a corner of my pillow.
When I turn around to tell her I won’t take longer than thirty minutes, I see she’s already asleep. I can’t help but shudder at the way the drool is already coming out of her mouth and pooling on my sheets. Ugh. I’m going to have to change them now. But that’s what BFFs do when their friends have make-up sex all night and then come bearing Taco Bell gifts. I will take the full ninety minutes to get ready so she can be all fresh and sparkly for her trip to the birth control center, because I’m that kind of friend.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
WE’RE STROLLING UP THE SIDEWALK that leads into the health clinic to retrieve the no-baby pills when a familiar face comes walking out in the other direction.
“Alissa, hey!” I say, fully expecting her to smile politely like she always does and greet me back. We were never really close friends or anything, but the two of us having the same major and her living in Teagan’s dorm had us crossing paths a lot over the last few years. She’s a lot more serious about life then either Teagan or I am, but that doesn’t stop her from always being polite. She’s a good girl like that.
Alissa looks up at me, her eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed. Her gaze drops to the sidewalk and she makes as if to go right by Teagan and me without a word. It’s then that I notice her belly.
“Alissa?” I grab her by the arm as she’s about to walk past me like I’m a stranger with a bad haircut.
“Don’t,” she says, pulling away slightly as she keeps on going.
I stand there with my mouth hanging open as she walks away.
“What the holy hell was that all about?” Teagan asks quietly, twisting around to watch her go.
“Did you see her belly?” I say, just as softly. I don’t want Alissa to hear us talking about her.
“Yeah. Holy massively preggers.”
“I told you, right?” I look at Teagan. “That she was pregnant? The news was all over campus. But she’s a lot farther along than I realized.”
“Yeah. It’s weird to see it. I mean, she’s so young, right? Talk about a statistic.”
“Listen,” I say, something coming over me, “go in without me. I’ll catch up.”