Intricate Love (Sinful Souls MC #2)(29)
I walk into the bathroom to take a couple of painkillers. Not the bad kind, the good, safe kind. Opening our pill cabinet that sits behind the mirror, I see tampons, which reminds me of my period; I begin to add the days in my head, figuring out when I would be due for my period. ”Oh my fucking god!” Putting my hand over my mouth, I drop all the pills on the ground. There is no way, I just finished my period the day I was driving to Coronado, and surely you can’t get pregnant that quick? I’m on the mini pill too; I know the mini pill is not as effective as the full contraception pill, but it is the only one that doesn’t make me feel like I want to rip everyone’s heads off. I pick up my keys from the bench and make my way to the store; I have always dreaded the day that I would need to buy a fricking pregnancy test. Please be a false alarm.
After the walk of shame, buying a pregnancy test off the young, snotty uptight bitch from behind the counter; I am currently back home and sitting on the toilet waiting for a single little line to appear on the little window. I look down at my phone, seeing three minutes have passed, so I pick up the stick that holds my fate and look down.
“FUCK! “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!” I scream. After the anger disappears, I begin to cry for the second time today. Putting my hands over my face, I slide down the walls, until the cold tiles are under my ass. You get piles that way, Vicky. I do not care at the moment; I don’t care about fucking piles or fucking anything. I need to talk to Alaina but I know she has so much going on right now; I don’t want to stress her out with my shit as well. Picking myself up off the floor, I make my way to my room, flop down on my bed and cry myself to sleep.
The next morning I wake up with a seedy stomach. I sit up in bed, cradling my stomach, and make it to the toilet just in time. “Gross,” I wipe my mouth, making my way to the bathroom sink to wash my mouth out with mouthwash. Looking into the mirror, I try to push out my tummy to make it look big. Fuck! I am going to get fat. My mom didn’t put on any weight with me and my brothers, but my aunt Wilder? Man, she went full whale; I could go either way. My thoughts make me begin to cry again— pull your fucking self together, Abrahams. You don’t cry; remember?
Flushing the toilet and washing my hands, I go out to my room; I put on trackpants and a tank top before making my way to my first class. I usually care what I look like in public, but seeing as people are going to start talking about me soon enough, they may as well start now. I walk into class and pull out a seat next to Hailey; I have known Hailey for a couple years, she is a good person, and that’s all I really care about in a friend. “Vicky?” she whispers next to me, looking worried. “Are you okay?” she asks. I look to her with my puffy red eyes and nod. “Yeah, I’m good.” I say in a raspy voice, it feels raw from all the crying. She looks away, but I know she does not believe me. I turn my head to the back of the room where I know Jesse usually sits; when he sees me you can see he wants to say something, but he knows I’m upset so he just leaves it, which is a good thing considering I’m not really in the mood to talk right now. After class, I quickly pack up my bags and scramble out that door so fast, before anyone can start asking me 101 questions.
Slamming the door to our apartment and locking it, I make way into my room; ready to once again cry my eyes out and feel sorry for myself. My phone vibrating in my pocket distracts me from my moping, and when I see its Alaina, I know I am going to have to put on a happy face for her. The girl has a sixth sense when it comes to reading people. “LAINY!” I say, with complete fake joy. I am always happy to hear from her, but right now, I just want to be alone. “I need to get drunk and get beautiful, or at least attempt it. And I need to be felt up by some sexy hot stranger.” I giggle at her words; I wonder what Zane has done now. His list is growing mighty long. “Well, as far as greetings go, I think that one's my favourite. I’ll come pick you up now?” I am going to attempt to enjoy my one last night of not looking pregnant.
I almost want to cry all over again at the thought of having cankles.
“Thank you! I could kiss you right now.”
“I might take you up on that, see you soon.” Hanging up my phone, I get into some better clothes, because if Alaina saw me in what I am wearing right now, she would know that there is definitely something going on.
I know you hate me
The drive to the clubhouse is not long; before I know it, I am pulling into the gates. I look over to the doors and see Alaina storm out like someone just stole her toys, not like her at all. She curls her finger to one of the pretty prospect boys, making his shoulders slump in defeat before getting onto his bike. Once we hit the highway, my curiosity gets the better of me. “Are you good?” I ask her, glancing to her in the passenger’s seat.