That Makes Three

Chapter Twenty Four

I ended up walking through the school and out the back to avoid bumping into Peter or Roman. Not to mention Leetha. I needed to think. Sitting on the ground next to Peter's car I sighed. Roman had the keys. After that, I don't think I could sit through three hours of anything right now. I couldn't focus on anything but that feeling in my gut. It was like guilt dipped in sorrow, rolled in jealousy and sprinkled in more sadness. Sadness, I think, because him having a baby meant that we had no chance of... being a we. Not that I wanted that. Roman and I were a thing but it would have been nice to have Peter too. I sighed. I was being greedy. I didn't need both of them. They were my only friends - I couldn't screw that up. I didn't want to be alone again. It would be better to be his friend then not have him in my life at all, I guess. When I heard shoes scrapping the ground I looked up in time to see Roman coming towards me.

"Where's Peter?" I asked as he helped me up.

"He took Leetha's car. They're going to an ice cream shop or some shit." I frowned. He's been acting really moody when talking about Leetha and Peter. Maybe he missed Peter too. I shook my head at the thought.

"You don't like them together, do you?"

"I mean if they're both happy then whatever." He mumbled, fiddling with the car keys. I just waited for him to say more.

"I'm just very protective of her. She's like my second sister... I guess I have to learn how to share." You and me both, I thought to myself. I frowned again. Was I being possessive?

"What happened to you at lunch today?" I felt my cheeks warm.

"You mean me running out of there like a headless chicken after finding out she was pregnant? Why didn't you guys tell me?" Roman laughed.

"Forgive me if I forgot between going down on you and having Peter fuck me. Why does it matter anyway?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. Were we talking two different languages?

"Why does... because, Roman! We're talking about a baby. We shouldn't have gotten in between that. And now that I know, the three of us is never happening again." Feeling my shoulders slump I walked to the passenger side of the car and got in. It was the right thing to do.

"I mean never's a strong word." He uttered as he slid in and me closed the door behind him.

"Well so is commitment. It was wrong. And I didn't realise how... together they were and I mean it Roman. They're having a baby together. Doesn't that bother you?"

"I think what Peter's doing is commendable, sure-" I completely turned my body around to stare at him.

"- for stepping up after getting her pregnant? It's not commendable it's called doing the right thing. You don't ditch the person you impregnate... And it's because Peter is a good guy."

"Ohhhhh you think... You're jealous. That's what this is. Look at you - you're fuming." I hit his arm, turning away to reach for my seatbelt.

"No, I'm not."

"Really?" He asked in disbelief.

"Yes, Roman I'm so jealous that she's having a baby with Peter at seventeen." I said sarcastically, annoyed he looked so amused.

"Well I guarantee you'll change your mind when you find out that Peter didn't get Leetha Pregnant." I blinked as his words refused to make sense. Was he lying?

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"It's not his kid. He knew she was pregnant before they got together." I sat back in my chair and stared through the windshield. This changed everything... or did it? He seemed happy with her today. I combed my hair back. My head hurt.

"Well then who's..." I stopped speaking when Roman's expression turned dark.

"My uncle, he's a therapist, and he thinks that she was raped because she seems to think that an angel visited her during the summer. It's called psychogenic amnesia."

"What do you think?" He shrugged, turning the key in the ignition.

"Considering what Peter is and what you can do... I don't know."