My Dead Ex Girlfriend

Chapter 27

After going to the pharmacy I headed back home.

"Mom!" I screamed out loud. "I got your stuff."

"Good boy Phillip. Now go up to your room." She said treating me like a dog.

"I'm not a dog mom."

"I know." She said leaving.

"Ugh, your mother." Said Quinn behind my back.

"She is the prettiest woman in the world." I Said proudly, and I mean it.

"Okay... whatever you say Phillip." She said weirdly.

"What's up with you?"

"Me? Oh honey, I just wanted to see you."

"See me? Well you've seen me now."

"What's with your attitude? You're being mean to me."

"I am just tired. I won't listen today to the story."

"I wasn't planning on telling you today. I was hoping Jacob could tell you."

"Tell me what?" The doorbell rang. I went downstairs to open. Jacob was standing there.

"I need to tell you something." He Said.

"Sure, come on in." He looked at my house like it was a Palace. Then he headed upstairs to my room.

I closed the door.

"This will be interesting." Said Quinn.

"What happened?"

"It's about Quinn."

"What about her?"

"I had sex with Quinn." Said Jacob looking at me.

"What! When?"

"She was a freshman, I was a junior, it was before you came into our lives."

"Did she..."

"Yes. She lied to you, and I've been feeling guilty all this time for not telling you."

"I cannot believe it." I took a deep breath. "So, why do you tell me now?"

"Because I found this." He passed me a photo. It was a picture of a baby. Quinn delivered a baby? Did she?

"Oh my God."

I woke up. What on earth happened? I looked at the time, I am obviously late for school. So I dressed as fast as I could and left.
Shannon, Leo and Abigail were already gone, so I went alone.

"Do you had sex with him?"

"No. That was a dream honey." Said Quinn by my side.

"Stop saying to me honey, I broke up with you." I Said as I drove.

"Hey, I can call you what I want okay?"

"Whatever."

"So, I lost it to you."

"I did too." I Said looking at the traffic light. It was red so I looked at Quinn.

"I do want something to happen."

"What would it be?"

"Pull over on a spot and let's talk."

"Talk about what?"

"Christian Williams." The light turned on green, I pulled over and took off my seatbelt.

"Tell me. What happened with him?"

"Year 2013."

The night was warm. Christian was enjoying himself a whiskey. Then the doorbell rang.