Sure Be Cool If You Did (Shevine)

Chapter 9: 7 P.M.

(new part!!) Blake's POV

I step out of the trailer, my feet hitting the gravel. I'm happy. I have no reason to be otherwise. But as soon as I'm out, and I've walked a few steps towards the parking lot, I feel someone hit me and I whirl around.

Standing in front of me is Jeremiah, one of Adam's artists. Is he even allowed back here? Before I can ask, he has me pinned up against the side wall of the trailer. "The h*ll?" I ask. "Jeremiah, what are you doing?"

I suddenly have a really bad feeling about him.

He growls at me. "Where is that f*g, my coach?" 

I stutter. "A-Adam? Jeremiah, what the h*ll? Who are you? Why are you calling him that?"

Jeremiah snorts and then laughs. "You have no idea, do you? You're just a stupid redneck, that's all. You haven't pieced the puzzle together yet? I need to talk to that f*g Levine about Gray. She's mine, got it? You tell him that, if you're smart enough to remember it." He spits at me. "Just because she's on his team now don't mean she's his, got it? Or else there'll be another beatin' coming his way."

I shove Jeremiah off me. Or, should I say, Jer. I'm positive now, after listening to him speak, that this is the kid who beat Adam up in the alleyway. "Why the h*ll are you so protective of Gray?"

"She's from my hometown, you idiot! In Oklahoma!" he sneers. "You should know, Okie."

I look at him, angry. "He's not even allowed to date her now, anyway. Rule is you can't date your own team members. So go ahead, date Gray! But I'm calling the cops on you. You know it's illegal to beat people up?"

"So, you figured it out," Jeremiah laughs. "It's okay, because I quit. You won't even remember my last name, you idiot."

And with that, he runs off.

I'm flabberghasted, and quite frankly hurt. How could I not have noticed it? His voice, Jeremiah, the connection between him and Gray. I don't pull out my phone to call the police, but I call Carson. He'll know better than I do about what to do. That Jeremiah kid is stupider than me, though -- who would outright tell me that they're the one who beat Adam up? Stupid. Now I can call the cops on him. I don't know how well Adam will take this, based on what we're already doing today. But it's worth a shot.

Adam's POV

Oh, bloody h*ll.

Oh.

My.

God.

This can't be happening. I feel like a fangirl who just found out that her obsession is already married. Which in reality, is sort of happening right now. But even worse; she's pregnant, and she'll probably want Blake back now. Because she was never mad at him. She was just nervous to tell him at first, probably. Or maybe she needed her space or something. That's why she seemed so upset the night she kicked Blake out; she still loves him with her whole heart.

"Adam?" Shakira snaps her fingers in front of my face.

"How... why?" I say, my quiet, whispy voice cracking. I don't even wait for a response. I bolt away from her.

I run through the parking lot, passing barely any cars. F*cking. Pregnant. Why does this happen to me? But more importantly, how will this make Blake feel? His f*cking wife is pregnant and he's currently on a kind of affair with his best (dude) friend. I can hear my song "How" playing in the background like a theme song:

I'd kill if I could keep Blake, but how?

No, I can't. Blake's not mine, and he never has been. I was going to break his heat tonight after getting my dogs back anyway, but is it possible I just totally fell in love with him along the way? Isn't that how most romantic comedies nowadays go?