Living With The Bad Boy

39) Ship Him To Narnia

"I can't wait for tomorrow," Marcie groaned, banging her head against the table.

"Are you sure you guys don't want to come?" Chase asked for the fifth time, ignoring mine and Nena's words.

"No way," Liam shivered. "I'd rather keep my girlfriend and I alive."

"Where are we going?" Nena asked again. "I'd like to know if I'm going to live or not tomorrow."

"Chill out babe, you'll be fine," Chase reassured, rolling his eyes. She whacked his head, telling him to stop scaring her.

"That's very reassuring," I sarcastically muttered. "Can't you at least give us a hint?"

"I've told you this before," Sam winked. "How could you forget already?"

"You haven't told me," I groaned, trying to think. Curse my horrid memory.

"You can't come anyway," Luke pointed out. "I don't know what Sammy here said but I'd rather keep you alive."

"Well I'm curious so too bad," I said, sticking my tongue out. In the corner of my eye, I saw Trent carefully walking his sister over to his table. I noticed how two of the blondes were gone to sit with Lena and how she wore an oversized shirt. She tried her best not to hold her stomach and looked like she had no sleep.

"Is she pregnant?" I quietly asked the table. They all glanced once at Stacey and furrowed their eyebrows.

"I think so," Nena said. "She's barely been coming into school. Her stomach isn't showing yet."

"Even if she is, who's the father?" Marcie asked. Luke and Sam immediately paled.

"It can't be Luke," I said. "As far as I know, you don't know until around five weeks and he didn't even acknowledge her until around two weeks ago."

"And I always use a condom," he sighed in relief. "They're highly effective, I've been using the same brand for over-"

"Okay okay!" I interrupted, closing my ears shut. "It's good to know that you're not having a child but we don't need to get into the specifics."

"Sam?" Liam questioned.

He gulped and tried to go back a month in time. "I use them too, it can't be me. Right?"

"You'd have to ask her then," Luke worriedly said. Sam was about to get up before I slammed him back down.

"The girl could be pregnant," I hissed, glaring at him. He could really be an idiot sometimes. "She has a person inside of her and probably doesn't want anyone to know. You can ask her after school when no one is near her."

"You don't get it," he hissed. "You're acting like I'm going to announce it to the world."

"Literally everyone is staring at their table," I pointed out. "You're going to ask her after school. I don't care if you're worried right now, you can't do that to her."

"I thought you didn't like her," he frowned.

"Sam," I groaned. "I don't care if I like her or not. She's seventeen years old. Do you have an idea how it's like to have people talk about you and stare at you all the time?"

"Yeah," he said in a duh tone.

"That's not what I meant," I hissed. "You can ask her after school."

"But-"

"Sam," Luke warned. "You can ask her after school."

"But-"

Josh slammed the cafeteria door open and angrily marched towards his cousin's table, grabbing Cole by the collar and slamming his fist in his face. What now?