When The Truth Comes Out

All Wet

Chapter 8: 

So you don't even know how many sorrys I want to include to my authors note. How's  

"Guys I'm so sorry!... times 100!!!" 

Your treat is a longer chapter! I wish I could have had this chapter up sooner but I had no idea where to lead the story line, then when I finally have my intentions together my Internet crashed! Darn technology! So here's the next chapter! (Grammar and structure shouldn't e patronized, fixing Monday!) 

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Chapter 8

All Wet

I stared at my cell phone being held by my right hand. Would it be to weird to add Landon's number to my contact list? It was hard for me to believe that I had been contemplating this action for a little over thirty minutes. Although, my sister does snatch my phone from my hands regularly; she thinks it's funny. I couldn't imagine what she would think, I mean me and Landon could never talk, she would assume study hall. Actually she would skip the innocent innuendoes and go straight to the accusation of me being on his booty call list. Megan's mind doesn't seem so similar to mine anymore, I would blame it on Lucas, but naturally it's my personality that has so abruptly changed. I guess parenthood really racks the years up. What am I like twenty now? I swear I think these things then kick myself mentally, I'm so full of this self-doubt on a regular basis now. I miss my happy-go-lucky charm; it's more soothing than dreaming of the numerous outcomes of my life if I had never slept with Landon Turner.

Landon gave me his number to talk about my problems, and now the ultimate question is rushing through my mind. Should I tell Landon I'm pregnant?

Obviously that's a bad idea, but I have no reason not to. My mind was made up. I stood up from my bed wearing my laced camisole and black yoga pants. I was going to tell him, today.

I stopped in front of my vanity mirror. Was this really me? I could see the most obvious bump near the bottom of my stomach, this was really happening, and unfortunately to me of all people. I knew that soon I would start gaining pounds rapidly, until my body reached the point of equilibrium with the baby's growing self. Evidently, as to what I've seen, I'm soon going to look like I swallowed the prize winning watermelon at the state fair. I wasn't ready for this, I wish I could confide with my mother about all this. How she prepared for Cameron and what not, but she wouldn't understand, no one’s going to understand. My mom was in her twenties whenever she had Cameron; therefore she knows nothing of what I'm going through. Doubtfully though, sometime I'm going to ask anyway, you know, when the times is right.

I spent nearly twenty-five minutes searching for something to wear to his house; my mind settled on last years softball hoodie and a plain pair of jeans. I slipped my coat on, and sat.

Maybe I should rethink this, what if he faints? Or calls me a liar? I clasped my hands together and squeezed my knees around my hands. I held my grasp as my head hung mid-air, until my neck became sore and my breath shallowed. Stop over thinking! I screamed at myself. I shot back to my feet and was valiantly at the door before I could change my mind.

"Going out sweetie?" I about screamed of fright. My mother was standing behind me, a Swiffer duster clamped to her left palm. I slowly turn, keeping my startled eyes from meeting with hers.

"Yeah, I actually have this project due and my partner was sick today. So yeah." my eyes were fixed on my black Vans, I was to ashamed to make eye contact. My mother looked straight at me, I flinched then abruptly tried to cover it up by slipping a strand of hair behind my burning ears.

My mother gave me a look of disapproval, and that was it.

"Alright, just be back before midnight," she replied raising her forehead.