Red

Chapter Thirteen

*A FEW DAYS LATER*

Chandler POV:

Fleming's class. I wish someone would kill me already.

I haven't been able to focus on anything today. I've decided that this is the day I tell my mom about the pregnancy. She doesn't need to know about how it happened. She'd blame me anyway. No, I'm just going to tell her about the pregnancy, and if she kicks me out, Mac is my backup plan. Her family is filthy rich, and they have a guest house. She's already talked to her parents, and she sort of explained that the whole scenario wasn't my fault. They said I can stay as long as I want. If I ever wondered where Little Miss Sunshine got her shine, I've found it in her more-than-accommodating parents, who are more understanding than mine could ever hope to be.

I hear my phone buzz in my bag, and I look up to make sure that Ms. Fleming isn't looking before reaching into my bag to get it, keeping it hidden under my desk. 

Sawyer: How're you feeling?

I look up again, checking again that Fleming doesn't see me. She doesn't. She's too busy lecturing about how Sylvia Plath was trapped inside of the bell jar that society clearly jammed her into. 

Me: i love you and all, but aren't you in class?

Sawyer: Your feelings are far more important. How are you feeling??

Me: anxious as all hell. i'm lucky mac's dad sells engagement rings.

Sawyer: Anything I can help with?

Me: the grove afterward?? 

Sawyer: Sure <3 But I'm paying.

Me: ??? no way.

Sawyer: It's cute that you think you have a choice.

Me: fuck you.

Sawyer: Maybe later.

Me: i think that's the best thing you've ever texted me.

Sawyer: Probably.

Me: fine, you pay. thanks, sawyer.

Sawyer: Any time. 

I smile to myself. I have the best girlfriend in the whole fucking world. I'm about to put my phone away when it buzzes again. At first, I think it's Veronica, but when I check, I see that it's Duke. God, what the hell does she want?

Duke: we need to talk after class.

Me: why the fuck would i want to talk to you?

Duke: please. it's important.

Me: fine. you have five minutes. meet me in the girl's bathroom. upstairs.

Duke: ok. see you after class.

I don't reply after that, tucking my phone away into my bag again. Why does Duke want to talk? I have nothing to say to her. If she so much as mentions prom or that night at the party or says anything about Veronica and I... God, she's got another thing coming if she thinks she can fuck with me and get out of it without a scratch. 

Finally, after what seems like centuries (but which is really only about ten more minutes), the bell rings. Ms. Fleming's lecture is cut short, and I grab my backpack, eager to leave the confines of her less-than-average classroom. Couldn't she spice it up a bit? Put up a few posters? There are book posters. I should know. Veronica's room has at least four. At least.