ᴍʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ✩ ᴛᴢ11

FORTY

penelope

"where are we going?" i ask as i watch the cars passing by on the freeway.

i'm miserable to say the least. my feet are swollen, i'm constantly sweating, my back hurts, i haven't had a good sleep in god knows how long. i would rather be anywhere except the front seat of alex's jeep right now.

"z told me i'm not allowed to tell you." he bites the loose skin on his lip, concentrating on the traffic flow.

"well z's not here." i cross my arms, looking at the side of alex's head. i huff when he just shrugs.

"by the way, how much water have you had to drink today?" alex asks.

i roll my eyes. i thought i was getting away from trevor for the morning and afternoon, but apparently not. alex is asking me if i'm feeling okay every hour, on the hour. if i'm hungry, if i've had enough water, do i need to throw up, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

"okay trevor," i glare at the alex who laughs lightly, his dimple popping out. "i'll tell you how much water i've had when you tell me where you're taking me."

"penelope, i can't!" alex groans back.

i realize something. "you're taking me out so he can go on a date, aren't you?"

alex gives me a side eye at first which doesn't make me feel better at all. he turns his head and raises one of his thick, dark eyebrows. he huffs while running a hand through his hair.

"don't be ridiculous, you know that you're z's one and only. except for little babe of course."

i shrug. "well who knows! you guys set him up on a date that one time like a bunch of fools without telling me-"

"in my defense, i was trying to get the two of you to admit you want to be with each other. i mean christ, you're boning each other every week, you're living in his house and sleeping in the same bed-don't even try to tell me you aren't. your water bottle was on the bedside table and your bra was hanging on the bed post." alex rants as he takes the exits off the freeway.

"well it didn't help you dumb idiot fathead! i stayed on the couch crying with the cat all night."

"that seems like you and z's problem, i did not make him walk out the door for that date."

that one stings.

my mood changes from irritated, to sad, back to irritated when we pull into a familiar parking lot. i'm feeling exceptionally betrayed not only by trevor, but by alex too. alex gets out of the car after parking, looking at me in the passenger seat where i cross my arms and don't move.

"i'm not going in." i protest.

"yes you are," alex sighs opening my door and leaning over to unbuckle my seatbelt. "trevor will kill me if you don't."

"birthing class is the dumbest thing to ever be created! and i'm sure he didn't mention that this woman is a lunatic and has no idea what she's talking about." i'm grabbing alex's hands as he helps me down from the slight lift of his car.

"this is why i wish celeste lived here, she would never make me do this dumb class. she would be a good friend and take me to breakfast instead. but no, that moron husband of her's got drafted to new jersey and instead i got stuck with you." i rant as alex just nods his head.

"at least she's here during the off season."

"not good enough." i mumble.

alex leads me into the double doors acting like a doting husband. he's semi excited to be here while i on the other hand would rather be walking on hot coals or digging my eyes out with a rusty spoon. i oblige and participate in the class but i make sure alex know's im not happy about it. i feel bad for him really, this is trevor's doing, alex is just collateral.