One Night #WATTYS2015

Chapter 4: You Can't Handle The Truth

1 week later.

I have my first ultrasound appointment in a week and I don't know whether or not I'm going to tell Les about it. Because I've been avoiding him at all cost, I'm still trying to figure out how to tell him and when I can tell him.

I stuff my books in my locker for later.

"Hey, Cypress." I hear someone say.

I close my locker and find Les standing there.

"Hey..." I say.

Les leans up against the locker next to mine and crosses his arms, "I haven't talked you in a while. What's going on?" he says with worry.

I turn and say, "What?"

Les uncrosses his arms and says, "Well, I mean I feel like you've been avoiding me."

I try not to make eye contact with him; because I don't think I could.

"Cypress, what's wrong? I'm your best friend; you can tell me anything." he says with concern.

I force a smile and say, "Nothing."

"Then, why can't you look me in the eye?" he asks.

I look at him in the eyes quickly and look away.

"Les, I'm fine." I lie and walk away to my next class.

"Cypress!" I hear him call after me.

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I enter math and try to sit as far away from Les as I can.

I see Les enter and he gives me a confused look. I quickly look down at my math book and pretend to read it.

The bell rings and the teacher starts his lecture.

I hear someone tap on my desk and I look up to see Sheila Browstein; with a note in her hand.

"It's from Les." Sheila whispers, hands me the note and turns back around.

I look at Les and he is turned around listening to the teacher.

I open it up and read it.

Hey Cypress, what's going on? I feel like you're mad at me for some reason. Can we talk after school at your house? Just wait for me outside afterschool.

I take a deep breath and look at Les, and he catches my eyes, but I quickly look away.

I push the note aside and try to focus on the lecture.

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After class is over, I immediately make my way out of the school, but I'm stopped by Les grabbing my arm and he says, "Why, didn't you respond to my note?"

I remove my arm from his grasp and keep walking. Les catches up to me, "Damn it, Cy talk to me!" he shouts.

I stop and tears well up in my eyes, "I'm fine." I state and continue to walk to my house.

I enter my house and hear my mom say, "Hey, honey!"

"Hi." I mumble.

I walk up to my room and close the door. I throw my bag on the floor and slip off my shoes.

I go to my mirror and look at myself. I lift up my shirt and gently touch my stomach. I turn the side and notice a bump starting to form.

Suddenly, I hear someone come through my window and I know it must be Les; because he's always done that.

I pull down my shirt quickly and say, "Les, I told you I'm fine."

Les stands in front of me and says, "Well, obviously your not fine. You keep avoiding me and you've been acting really weird. I hardly been able to talk to you or see you."

I turn away and go to fidget with some CDs pretending to read them; so I could avoid answering his question.

Les grabs me and turns me around and shouts, "God damn it, Cypress. Talk to me!"

I look to my left and Les still has my shoulders in his grasp.

I shake my head and say, "I don't know how to tell you."

Les looks at me confused and says, "Tell me what?"

I break out of his grasp and sit on my bed, and Les leans against my bureau.

"I don't think you'll believe me." I mumble.

"What is it? It can't be that bad, can it?" Les says with his brows furrowed.

I look at him with pain shooting through my eyes, "I'm pregnant."

Les stands still and doesn't say anything.

"Your joking right?" he says with a hesitant smile.

I shake my head and grab the test from the trash. I show it to him and his face grows more confused.

"What're are you saying?" he asks.

"What does it sound like I'm saying?" I say.

Les rubs his forehead and says, "Well, I mean your not trying to say I'm the father, right?"

I look at him and say, "Yea, I mean we did have sex."

"We promised never to bring that up again." he says while narrowing his eyes at me.

I rub my eyes and look up at him, "Your the only one I've ever had sex with. Why, do you think I've been acting weird and why I've been sick?" I question him.

Les paces the room and says coldly, "Doesn't mean it's mine. How do I know you didn't fuck someone else?"

"What do you think I'm some whore?" I ask.

"I didn't say that." Les says.

I look at him hurt, "You're my best friend. I wouldn't lie to you..." I say, "Damn, it I didn't plan on this." I add, "I was a virgin before that night we slept together. That's why I was so freaked out about what happened, and the fact that your my best friend." I explain.

"I don't know that." he says coldly, "Why, didn't you tell me that day "How do I know that you aren't trying to break me and Farrah up?" he adds.

My heart drops and asks, "Why, would I want to do that to my best friend?"

"I don't know." Les says.

Tears are stinging my eyes, "You know what if you don't believe me fine. But, if you want to be there for the baby; my first ultrasound in this Monday. If you don't fine," I say, "I don't need a friend like you then," I add.

"Fine," Les says and exits through my window.

I wipe my tears away and regret ever telling him.