Lovers & Enemies

Chapter 15:Two Months

Lovers & Enemies

© 2011 Kaci Lancaster

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Destiny is for losers. It's just a stupid excuse to wait for things to happen instead of making them happen.

​-Blair Waldorf

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"Alex!" Cale hissed in the dark. "Shut up."

​I muttered a quick sorry and accidentally tripped on another pile of clothes. My hands reached out just in time to stop my fall, but my head still stamped the floor a little bit. "Damn, Caley. Clean your room."

​"I said shut up," He mumbled in his sleep.

​Rolling my eyes at him, I opened his door and crept down the hall. When I found the same, familiar, door that I was looking for, I creaked it open without making a single sound. I was actually quite proud of myself. Usually the doors in this house are loud. 

​I tried, once again, to seek through the dark and used the wall as my guide. When I found the dip in the wall, I turned left and came face to face with Michael's bed. My eyes had gotten used to the darkness a little more so I could just make out the shape of his sleeping form. The blankets were kicked to the end of the bed in a pile, leaving him bare except for his boxers. 

​I shivered a bit, trying to calm down my excitement. There was a reason that I left Cale's room. I needed to talk to Michael. Like reasonable adults with a child on the way. Hmm; that still felt strange to say.

​With caution, I took a step forward and grabbed the blankets. With a good grip on them, I walked to the opposite side that Michael was lying on and pulled them with me so that they covered both me and Michael. He groaned and rolled over. "Alexa?"

​"Shh," I whispered. "I just want to talk a little...if that's okay."

​He nodded, his eyes still closed. "Lemme put on some pants. Sorry."

​"No, you don't have to, Michael. I'll be gone before you know it."

​Another nod. "Alright."

​I stayed quiet for a short moment until his breathing relaxed. Knowing that he would fall asleep again soon, my hands reached up and started to stroke his chest. My eyes closed as I traced the lines of his muscles. He sighed and clasped his arm around my shoulders, bringing me in. "I'm sorry," I whispered quietly. And before he could react, I added, "I think we should just be friends."

​He stopped moving completely and I could feel his eyes on me in the darkness.

​I knew that this would happen: I would fall head over heels for someone like him eventually, get into some sort of conflict, and then realize that it was all an immature mistake done by a little minor. But it needed to be done. For the sake of the baby.

​​"What? No!" Michael sat up in bed, letting the sheets drop. I stayed down. "Why?"

​I smiled sadly. "I'm sorry."

​Michael reached over and hugged me. "Why are you doing this?"

​"We have to think wisely about the choices that we're going to make the next seven months, yeah? I don't want anything getting in the way," I mumbled. "I want to make the right decisions for once."

​He rubbed my back, his hand lingering on my shoulder. "Alex, many people have relationships and deal with pregnancy at the same time. We can be fine."