Back Where I Belong

Chapter 20

Zoey's pov

As soon as we get home, I run upstairs to my room. Once there, I grab the baggiest shirt I own out of my closet and get changed. I put my green, blue, and purple hair up into a messy bun. Then I flop down on my bed.

"Alright Zoey. Time to cut the bull shit. What's wrong with you?" Calum questions, walking into my room.

"Nothing," I lie, not looking up from my phone screen.

"Stop lying," he says.

"Calum, I really don't feel like talking about this," I tell him, frowning.

"Zoey, we can help you. If you just tell us what's up," he replies, silently pleading with me to tell him.

I take a deep breath, "Please Calum, not right now."

"Fine. Your boyfriend is downstairs. Do you want to see him? Or should I send him away?" Calum questions, clearly hurt.

"I'll talk to him," I mumble. Calum nods and gives me an awkward wave before he turns and leaves my room. I sigh in defeat. Life was really sucky at the moment.

"Hey baby girl," Peyton greets. I give him a half hearted smile as he walks across my room, over to my bed. He climbs up and lays down beside me, gently twirling my hair around his finger.

"Hey Peyton. What's up?" I question, leaning my head against his chest.

"Nothing. I'm just worried about you. Calum said that you went to the doctor's office earlier. But that you won't tell anyone what's wrong with you," he says.

I squeeze my eyes shut, "Peyton, not now."

"I'll stop if you want me to. But I hope you know that the boys and I just want to know what's wrong so that we can help you," he says before pressing his lips against my temple. Guilt starts running through my veins. They want to help me and I'm being an asshole.

"Peyton," I whisper.

"Yes?" He questions, his brown eyes staring into my green ones.

"Do you remember anything that happened the night of the new management party?" I question, dreading where this conversation was going.

"No. It's still all fuzzy for me. What about you?" He asks.

"I remember. We had the sip of fruit punch, which was spiked with really strong alcohol. It jacked up our senses. We went back for more and more. Then we lost control and-" my voice breaks. I can't say it.

Peyton's eyes widen, "We-" I nod, stopping him. He sits there in shock.

"Peyton," I whisper after a few minutes of silence between the two of us.

"Yeah Zoey?" Peyton questions, turning his head to face me again.

I swallow hard, then squeeze both of my eyes shut, dreading this conversation, "I'm pregnant."

More silence.