Chapter 14

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I heard a whole lot of commotion downstairs. Something about a car. I walked downstairs and I must've been going mad. Delilah and Søren were talking somewhat normally. "When Monday comes, I don't want anybody to say anything. I don't care whether your friend group wants info or not," I wanted her to be on the same page as me. It's all I ask for after her publicly kissing me and basically showing off that she could do what she wanted. 

"Delilah, it's imperitive that you don't say anything to your friend group. Those girls never know when to shut their mouths. No matter how much people say that we're going to be great together, I don't want to raise a fuss until we're all sorted with jobs and everythings set in stone." I continued speaking once I knew she was actually listening to me. She nodded along and there was something in her eyes again. Something glinting and it's something that doesn't suit her.

"What about all the appointments and scans?" she asked. I thought about it. She was right. Once she was in the later stages, it'll be hard for everyone to ignore and it'll be hard to keep it on the down low. I sighed. "I'll come with you of course. I need to know just as much as you do." I responded. 

Like hell was I going to miss out on seeing my child. I needed to support her with everything I had. It didn't matter if it was a school day or a weekend, she needs me now and I can't just walk away. I'm not built like that. I got up and walked off to get some cereal. For the next two and a half days I had somewhat peace. Andrea took care of Delilah and I didn't have to think too much. I walked along the halls at school on the way to the school gym. 

"Did you hear Delilah's pregnant," said one girl. This piqued my interest. Did she really go against my only wish? "Who's baby?" asked the other one. "Adrian Lawson's." responded the first girl. My blood was boiling at this point. She went behind my back to announce something. We didn't even know if the baby was going to be alive yet. She could miscarry but who was I to ask her to keep it a secret. She clearly needed something to get her more attention than she already has. 

I hurried through the emptying halls until I found her. She seemed to be in a world of her own. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snarled. I didn't want to swear at her but it just slipped out. She just raised one of her manicured brows and smiled smugly. Was she smug that I was angry. "What now idiot?" she asked. It seemed to me that she was bored just talking to me yet she'll obsess over me on other days. 

Delilah sends too many mixed signals. I scoffed at her display of boredom. She should know exactly what the problem is. "I thought I said not to tell anyone, not until you couldn't hide it anymore or when everything was set in stone," I snapped. Clearly she wasn't going to play nice. 

"If you remember correctly Lawson, I never agreed to anything," she cooed. I didn't know that it was even possible to annoy me further. I watched as she sauntered away, hips swaying. Before I could even think, my fist connected with the cold metal of the locker. "First scan is on Friday," I heard her voice holler to me from down the hall. 

As much as I hate her, I'm not going to miss these important dates. Especially if it means I'll have a stronger bond with my child. I sat down on the benches in the courtyard. I'm glad I had a free study period at this current moment. I don't think I could sit through a class at least not this riled up. "Are you okay?" asked a voice. I turned to look at the blonde girl sitting next to me. She had darker blonde hair than Andrea. She looked nice enough. 

"Yes and no?" I questioned myself rather than the correct answer. I wasn't sure if I was okay at this point. My plans were slowly unravelling and I couldn't even stop them from doing so. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," I said turning to the girl. She looked familiar. "I'm Emma, you must be Adrian," she spoke. 

Oh so she was part of Delilah's little friend group. There's no other way that she would know me. "Don't worry, just because I'm with Delilah doesn't mean I act like her." she explained quickly. Her hands were held up in surrender and a small smile graced her features. I like her already. She's honest. I can tell that much. 

"Now, Adrian. Tell me what's wrong. People often tell me I'm good at listening," she cooed with s grin. I could definitely get used to this. We talked until the end of the free period, I got to know her more and it felt good to finally talk to someone outside my circle of friends. "Here's my number, you should call me sometime," she spoke softly and handed me a bit of paper. On it was her number and a small heart next to her name. 

I guess I will. Hours passed and I walked into the house after my shift at work. God I'm so tired. I looked in the fridge and I saw that Andrea left a note along with a plastic tub filled with food. 

'Remember to eat Adrian - Andrea x' 

I smiled at the thought. She was so worrisome that Andrea. It was for the best, I don't think I would cope without her. Søren wouldn't either. Taking my school stuff upstairs and the food, I sat at my desk staring at the problems on the paper. It all seemed like a jumble but I attempted them as best as I can and put them in a pile. At least that way I know that they're done. I laid out the two contracts on the table and huffed. There goes my free time. 

Stretching, I almost knocked off the photo of my Mum and I that rested on my desk. Oh Mum I'm such a mess. I don't know what to do. I was never prepared for anything like this. I wasn't prepared to be sent away from you. I wasn't prepared to meet a girl like Delilah. Why couldn't I just ignore everyone back home? I'm so stupid for letting myself get so riled up. I left you with no other option. I'm sorry. 

I put it down and read a few of the books I picked up from the library on parenting. Putting them down, I made my way to bed. I didn't even have the energy left to change out of my clothes. This was going to be a really difficult path for be to follow but I'm going to try my hardest to do the best I can. 

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