When The Truth Comes Out

Should have snuck off...

So its been two weeks since my last update. And you know what? I'm NOT going to apologize. Because I'm a rebel! :P

This chapter deserves a comment, definitely a vote. And a very generous follow from all you beautiful people.

//Dedicated to- Sunny_Vu because she has been so fantastic and stuck with me. Go read her story "Gemstones" (it's soooo good!)

I've decided to add an authors confession at the end of each chapter. Mainly because I saw someone else do it and thought it was sweeeet. No skipping to the end!
*Lucas is in the media... little less pretty boy and he'd be perf. Although this babe is in the general vicinity of Lucas Turner.

Enough of my blabber mouth.. HAPPY READING gorgeous wattpadians!

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Chapter 12
Should have snuck off

"Megan can you come fold the laundry?" My mom loosely implored, hollering down the hallway.

I was mid shoe-tie, when Megan trailed up to my door. I procrastinated looking up to her, in case she was just passing by.

"You can still reach your feet?" She sarcastically snarled. If not a little playfully.

"Yeah, I guess I can," I replied in a low laugh.

Weird, and awkward. That's exactly where this was going.

She stood there, at my doorway, for only a minute more. My mind jumbled and scrambled for words to say, but there wasn't much to be said.

She sauntered off, dismissing herself with the need to fold the laundry. When my head turned up to say okay, she was already gone, it just felt impossible to keep her on my side. Never would she find out who the father of my baby was. Ever.

I stood up from the floor, grabbing my bed post for help; great. Now I needed assistance climbing up from the ground.

Megan planned to leave the house at six, and we were only staying for two movies. Lucas' parents would be out all night, for their monthly date. So we pretty much had the place to ourselves, able to throw biker parties, and rally gang fights. But, I was pretty sure we were just sticking to the original plans. Us four, sit on their sectional, watching a movie.

It sounded simple, and maybe entertaining; if my nerves weren't shot. I already knew that around Landon, my stomach drew in knots, but now that I was aware I dreaded our time together. Because I hated to feel that way, almost vulnerable.

I looked myself up and down in the mirror. Sporting my denim button-up, and a courageous pair of white shorts. Topped of with my vans, which had mud on the sides and most definitely needed a good wash.

Oh well

I stomped out of my room, satisfied for the time being. I eventually came to the laundry room, and mimicked the same-in the middle of the doorway-stance, that Megan had pulled of merely a minute before.

She was in the process of folding a pink tank top, she finished the crease, laid it in the laundry basket, and went to the next.

There was a whole pile sitting there, and for Megan that would take twenty minutes. I gladly bounced in and saved the time, folding each tee in seconds.

She didn't say a word to me, only kept her hands busy. A minute later we were done; she grabbed the basket off the folding table and left the room. Never looking my way.

"Thanks."

Not understandable.

I stood there, biting my lip, as if to say something. But the words were never accepted by my brain, and my mouth was too obedient. Again I looked dumb, standing there numb. If I was in the mood, this would have me breaking into a rhyming fit, perplexed by my own woes, yet it was obvious that it was not the right time. Darn.