(Nicole's p.o.v.)
I woke up the next morning feeling so relieved that I was definitely not pregnant. Maybe I should call Brian and we can go out for dinner and celebrate? I smiled to myself and picked up my phone dialing Brian "hello?" His sexy raspy voice responded with. "Hi Brian its me Nicole!" I exclaimed smiling against the wallm ear too ear. "Oh uh um hey Nicole what's up?" He questioned awkwardly. "Just wondering if you wanted to go to dinner and celebrate?" I asked overly excited. "Um celebrate what exactly?" He questioned gruff. "That I'm not pregnant duh!" I said in a duh tone of voice. "Nicole um I'm um busy I'm sorry I have to take a raincheck.." he replied with in a depressed tone. "Is everything alright?..." I asked biting my nails. "Nicole I have to grade papers ." He stated annoyed. "Oh okay...talk to you later..." I replied hanging up and placing my phone my my nightstand. Why is he being such an ass? Is it because I'm happy I'm not pregnant? I'm sorry but if he would fucking weigh the odds I'm to damn young to be getting pregnant also he has a pussy job that can't pay for shit. I sighed and slammed my head into the pillow screaming. I wish he would just understand....
(Jordan's p.o.v.)
"Lacey have you heard from Nicole today?" I asked Lacey as I watched her cook dinner. "No actually I haven't I hope she's okay..." she said stirring the pasta. "Maybe you should call her."I stated clicking my tongue. "I might could you finish dinner up while I call her?" Lacey asked as she set the spoon on the counter. "Sure babe." I cooed as I began taking over the dinner. Fuck how do you do this... um SALT yes salt everything needs salt! I quickly dumped half a bottle of salt in the pot. I hope I didn't fuck this up...
(Lacey's p.o.v.)
"Come on Nicole pick up!" I hissed as the phone kept ringing and ringing. "Hello?" A raspy voice questioned. "Nicole are you alright? I haven't heard from you all day!" I exclaimed worried. "Yeah I just caught a bug been throwing up all day...." she said trailing off. "Aw I hope you feel better soon." I stated leaning against the wall watching Jordan prance around the kitchen. "Me too , I'm going to lay down okay I'll talk to you later." She said barley above a whisper. "Alright get better soon." I stated hanging up and being greeted to pasta set up on the table along with some champagne. I smiled and took one bite and almost gagged. "Uh um Jordan what did you put in thks?" I questioned coughing trying to get the nasty taste of salt out of my mouth. "Just a dab of salt." He chuckled out. "More like the whole shaker of salt." I stated giggling.
(Brian's p.o.v.)
I watched as Rachel walked in and out grabbing her belongings out. "Are you going tofucking help?" She spat. "No actually I'm not." I stated watching ridiculousness. "I just used you I hope you know that you fucking prick." She hissed storming out. I don't need drama in my life and that's exactly what that slut is. "Hey Brian! What's going on?" John asked as he sat on my white couch stuffing his face with cheetos. "John please get the FUCK OFF OF MY WHITE WIRH THOSE FUCKING CHEETOS YOU FAT PEICE OF SHIT." I screamed getting angry. "You need to chill dude! Hey I love this show! HAHAHAHAHAHA HE FELL AHAHAHAHA!" John laughed out wiping his cheese hands on my couch. "That's it." I growled walking towards him and smacking his fat face. "GET THE FUCK OUT NOW YOU STUPID FAT FUCK AND LEAVE TAKE YOUR FUCKING FOOD WITH YOUB, YOU STUPID FUCKING PEICE OF SHIT IM NOT PLAYING!" I yelled kicking him in the stomach and pushing him out the door. "Never come back you fat fuck." I stated slamming the door. I'm changing and this time for the good....
