Shaforostop It (2015)

Chapter Six - A Right Baby

DENIS

I couldn't get Leda out of my mind. She was the only think I could think about. I miss her. She should come over. Could I go over there? Why won't she answer her fucking phone? She probably hates me. But what did I do? I just invited her over. She didn't have to come over, or get drunk. She should have stayed in the morning. I need to talk to her. And why wouldn't she talk to me at the store anyways? She left so quickly. Is she hiding something I don't already know about? I couldn't get my mind off what had happened the two nights previous. Did we have sex, or did we just cuddle and fall asleep? I wished I could wake up to her like that every morning, minus the part about me shouting and her leaving. She shouldn't even be with that Eric guy. He's a douche. She should be with me.

LEDA

One red line. One. Not two. One. I sighed so loud in relief. Not pregnant. Fuck yes. Another blackout night passed without incident.

"So?" Cameron said harshly.

"Nope." I smiled. "Baby free."

"Thank the lord" I sat on the edge of the tub beside her in my bathroom.

"I thought you liked kids?"

"Yeah, but not for us. Then we can't get absolutely pissed every weekend and be utterly reckless human beings.

"Yeah. I guess." I sighed.

"You should invite them over"

"Who?"

"You know who." Cameron smiled suggestively.

"No, Cam. As much as I want to, I think that things need to end now. Done. I don't want any more to happen between me and Denis that I would regret."

"Didn't you say that you would leave Eric in a heard beat if anyone in Asking ever wanted you?"

"I also said I would pay Jack Barakat to break all my bones, so."

"Two birds with one stone!"

"Cameron!" I screamed. For some reason I was immediately upset. "Go home."

"What? I didn't even-"

"Just fuck off!" I shouted in her face.

"Fuck you." Cameron snorted. She got up and slammed the bathroom door on her way out. I heard her car pull out of the driveway. I pulled out my phone and called Eric.

"Hey babe." I smiled.

"Hey."

"Wanna come over?"

"Sure, I'll be over in ten." I threw the used test under my bed along with all my other shit and changed clothes before driving to Eric's apartment. It was much smaller that my house, but I guess everything was. He lived with his best friend Daniel, who was in college. Eric worked as a personal trainer, and Daniel worked at McDonalds. When I arrived I took the elevator to the room and the eighth floor and used my key to get in. As usual, the floor was littered with dirty clothes and old pizza boxes.

"Oh, hey shithole." Daniel said nervously. Daniel and I didn't get along.

"Hey cum dumpster."

"Hey babe." Eric smiled. I sat on his lap on the couch and he pulled me up and wrapped his arms around my entire body so I was in some kind of forced fetal position. He hadn't done his hair that day, so instead of being up and back with gel and a million other products, it was down over his forehead, and oh so adorable. "What's up?"