Playing With Fire

All Fires Start With A Spark

"I might be what?" I hissed, hoping I had heard him wrong.

"Pregnant, Blaire. You might be pregnant," Dillon repeats slowly.

"No. No way. Didn't we use protection? I'm sure we did," I argue, deciding that denial is my best option at this point.

"We did, but the condom broke. I told you this last night," he says, looking confused.

"No you didn't." I know I'm acting like a child, but that's a lot easier than accepting that I might be pregnant. Getting so wasted that I wake up with no memory of the night is one thing, but this is an entirely different story. Having a child would ruin my life!

"I did, actually. And you responded by giggling and saying 'oh well' and then kissing me again," he chuckles at the memory. I shake my head and turn to walk away. I can't deal with this right now. I need some air.

"Blaire, where are you going?" Dillon grabs my arm, trying to stop me.

"I can't do this! I swore I was done with your type when I moved. I'm not letting one night change that," I growl.

"You might not want to throw me out of your life until you know if you're going to give birth to my child or not," Dillon mutters, tightening his grip on my arm.

"Ouch," I screech, trying to yank my arm out of the death grip he has it in. Surprisingly enough, he let's go.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize, I mean I didn't know, I mean, well, I couldn't tell that I was holding your arm that tightly," he stutters. Weird, I've never seen a bad boy like him this phased by something like that.

"I'm leaving," is all I say before turning again.

"Just let me give you a ride home. My house is in the middle of nowhere, Blaire," he begs.

"Aren't all the houses here?" I grumble. I'm a city girl through and through. I don't belong in this little town.

"No, I mean literally, the middle of nowhere. My parents own a ranch. You would have to walk for an hour to even find a paved road," he explains.

"Fine," I sigh in agreement. I wait for him to get his keys and then we walk out to his truck.

"So, where do you live?" Dillon asks as he starts driving.

"Hold up," I respond, taking out my phone and shooting a quick text to Callie.

Did you go to school?

I have to wait a minute before getting a response.

No, way too hungover to even think about thinking. You?

Nope. Are you home? Mind if I come over?

Please do. I need to talk.

Be there soon. I think.

Wait, what?

I'll explain when I get there.

"Blaire! I need to know where I'm taking you," Dillon says, forcing me to tear myself away from my conversation with Callie.

"Callie's house," I state simply while putting my phone back in my pocket. It's a really good thing I didn't lose that last night. I would be even more screwed than I am now.

"Seriously? You aren't even going to stop by your house?"

"Nope. I was supposed to stay at Callie's last night anyways. And besides, my mom wouldn't be home."