Past? What Past?! [ F I N I S H E D ]

Past? What Past! Part26

"Happy Easter!" I called down the phone. "Aww, baby, I'm missing you so much."

"And I'm missing you!" Harry told me. "What have your parents said? You know, about me and you?"

"They're still trying to convince me Cal is the perfect gentleman and that marriage is a bit, aaah, if you know what I mean," I told him.

"Yeah. I think they need some convincing!" Harry laughed down the phone.

"I'm working on it," I said as I switched on my laptop. "Now, I've got to go, because my mum is saying we need to go shopping soon," I laughed. "Love you, babe!"

"Bye, love," Harry whispered as I hung up the phone. I was logging in to Facebook when my dad entered my room and told me we weren't going shopping - mum was ill. I sighed and proceeded to update my status.

'Back in Scotland for the Easter holidays! Missing all those down in England, and can't wait to see you soon. I'll be thinking about you all while I party up here ;)!'

I then proceeded to check out Brant's Facebook, sighing as I saw all the wall messages from the sluts of our school. I hadn't spoken to Brant since the night Harry proposed to me, and he didn't even look at me - at all. It was lucky for him he wasn't in any of my classes; otherwise he might have found it hard ignoring me.

I found it hard, with him ignoring me. Everyday got progressively worse as the sluts would gather around him, and as he walked away with a different one each day to his sex room (a janitor's closet) I would die a little inside.

I had no right to be jealous, or angry. I had Harry. My finance. We loved each other, and next summer we would be married. And on our honeymoon. Enjoying ourselves. Because we loved each other. I loved Harry, Harry loved me, Harry loved Aurora, Aurora loved Harry, I loved Aurora, and Aurora loved me. Simple. Love.

But, I loved Brant.

And I could never be with him, or tell him I loved him.

I kept on hoping and praying that this would get better, that this feeling would go away, and I could go back to a life with no complications. Apart from the fact I'm a teenage mum, and engaged. But no. If anything, the feelings got worse. Every time I saw him, my heart would pound erratically, and my breathing would hitch and I couldn't concentrate on anything around me. Every time he walked by me, ignoring my presence, I would feel the stab of a thousand knifes into my spleen. Every time he smiled at a girl, I would close my eyes and imagine he was smiling at me and I would feel a fuzzy warmness inside me. Every time I saw him kiss another girl, I would feel like crying. The pain was unbearable and I was a mess inside.

But, one thought calmed me. At least he wasn't hurting anymore. I had said I didn't love him, and so he had moved on. End of story. He was happy, and I'd struggle through and eventually resurface.

It had been four months since I had got engaged to Harry, and it was Easter time.

"CAN I LOOK AFTER AURORA TODAY, ABI?" my brother screamed up the stairs.

"Wondered when that was coming," I muttered to Aurora, who was lying on my bed beside me, gnawing on a piece of crusty bread. I sighed then yelled: "SURE! COME GET HER!" to Andrew. Andrew rushed up the stairs and stole my baby away from me. I swear, one day Andrew won't give me Aurora back, and I'd have to call the police and report him for kidnap!

I checked the pages of my other friends on Facebook. I gasped with shock as I saw one particular thing.

'Who?!' I quickly typed to Nadine, a best mate of mine from Dunbar. Her relationship status had changed to 'seeing someone', and I hadn't heard anything about this!