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Thirty Five: Can you take the chance?

Thirty-Five: Can You Take The Chance?

"I'm pregnant-and I think it's yours."

Hiccup stared at her in utter shock, his eyes widening. A part of him felt as if the air had been sucked from the car park and the ground had shifted...but another part, one that was kicking him very hard, was reminding him that this was Cameron and that she had promised to take him away from Astrid in the snap of her fingers.

Boy, this was fast work.

If it was true.

"Really?" he asked sarcastically. "And what makes you think that?" She stared at him and her blonde brows furrowed, as if irritated by his cool reply.

"Lemme see-maybe the two blue lines on the pregnancy test?" she replied equally acidly. He folded his arms, wincing at the action. He was still a mass of bruises, his ribs hurt when he took a deep breath-as he was now-and he was feeling unnerved.

"No-how do you know it's mine, Cameron?" he asked her shortly. "I mean, you've been sleeping with three others guys as well as me-and Snot the longest so..."

"I use condoms with all of them as well as birth control," she snapped. "So it's really unlikely both would have failed. But with you...well, I was on the birth control pill so we didn't bother-did we, lover boy?" He scowled.

"Looks like I should have been more careful-what with you being so promiscuous," Hiccup told her bitterly. "Am I going to have an STI, Cameron?" She stared at him and her look was a mixture of outrage and dislike.

"You know, I share some of the most personal news with you that I could possibly reveal...and you make nasty insinuations..." she snapped. He glared back at her, equally unimpressed.

"Which are completely reasonable given what you declared in the school canteen, if you recall," he growled. As if I could ever forget. "I mean, you told me Snot was a far better...performer...so why shouldn't I be wary? You lied to me for weeks...or months. So how do I know this is true at all, Cameron? You told Astrid you'd come between us and this would really fit the bill!"

The blonde glared at him, folding her arms in just the right way to emphasise her generous chest and flicker a brief reminder of why he had found her so attractive in the first instance...before she opened her mouth and ruined the illusion.

"You've become cruel and bitter," she commented. "Boy, your precious Daddy would be so ashamed of his son, leaving a lady in distress..." Fighting the mingled shame at her words and anger she would invoke his father's memory when she spat on it as soon as his bank balance bottomed out, he glared at her.

"I see no lady," he snapped. "Just a brazen whore."

She gasped.

"So there is some fight left in there," she taunted him.

"Better believe it," he riposted.

"But won't do you any good when I tell my parents..."

"Tell them what, Cameron?" he almost yelled at her. "That you've slept with four different guys over the last three months or so? That you are pathologically incapable of fidelity? That you seem to delight in two- or three- timing your boyfriends? That you weren't a virgin when we first slept together-though you were the first and only girl I've ever slept with? And that you came onto me and practically dragged my clothes off that first time?"

She laughed coldly at him.

"Do you think anyone will believe that?" she smirked. "I'm Mommy and Daddy's perfect little girl, remember? They scarcely believe I would even kiss a boy...let alone go all the way! And if I tell them that I broke up with you because you more or less forced me to sleep with you, my Mom will be after you with a scythe to cut off whatever she can!" Her smug grin just raised his hackles even more and he stared at her with loathing.