Different

Chapter Thirty-Three

Asher's POV--

"What the hell do you mean 'she's pregnant'? How the fuck did that happen, Asher?" Her voice screeches through the phone.

"Well, I guess I wasn't as careful as I thought. The night before everyone had their fight, Amy and I kind of...you know," Switching my phone from one ear to the other, I try to get myself comfortable on my couch. This conversation is just making me feel incredibly uneasy, but I couldn't just not tell anyone.

"You dick! I cannot believe this is happening. Are you going to tell Rachel or should I?"

"No, no, no. I think I should be the one to tell her. I need to figure a few things out first before I let her in on the news. What do you think I should do though? I don't want to go back with Amy, but I know that I can't just leave her when she needs me like this." After not being able to get comfortable, I decide to just stand up, which leads to me to pacing back and forth in my living room.

"Asher, I honestly don't know, but I suggest you figure this out soon. I have to go though, so just call me if you need anything or if you need me to talk to Rachel."

"All right, yeah. I guess I will talk to you later," With that, Macy hangs up first. 

I have had only about two days to let this baby bomb Amy dropped on me sink in, but I don't think it ever will. Unlike when she first got pregnant, I am not excited whatsoever about this. I thought I would finally be able to break up with her and be with Rachel, but now I have no idea what to do. This is literally a dejavu but a worse version. 

Telling this to Rachel is not going to go well in any form at all, and I have no idea how I am even going to do it. She is already dealing with her brother being in the hospital, and she it's not like I can even tell her this in person until another month, so I just think no matter how or when I tell her, it is ins't going to be good. 

Laying my phone on the counter and taking a sip of the bottle of coke that is far too flat, I actually hear my ringtone going off. Shit. It's Amy. What the hell would she want now? She is already doing pretty well at ruining my life. However, I feel I should answer just to see what she really has to say.

"Hello?" I keep my tone low, clearly aggrivated.

"Hey, Asher. Would you mind if I came over? I think we need to talk one last time."

"What more could you possibly have to say?" Deciding this coke is way too gross, I toss it in the garbage before heading back over to the couch. 

"Just please let me come over," She almost at the point of begging right now, which I may actually enjoy hearing.

"Whatever, Amy. Be here in an hour." I hang up pretty much immediatly. Hearing her voice just makes me want to punch something because everytime she speaks to me, something bad happens. I honestly don't know why I agreed to let her over, but I am hoping to get some straight answers out of her. 

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About fourty-five minutes later, I hear knocking on my front door. When I look through the peep-hole, I instantly see a tall blonde waiting outside. Oh thank goodness Macy made it hear before Amy did. I don't know what I would have done being with Amy by myself. Chances are that I would have ended up doing something I would have regreted. 

"Hey, thanks for coming over," I say, opening up the door and allowing her to come in.

"Yeah, yeah. You are lucky that I have a lot to say to his lying bitch ex-girlfriend of your's. Something seems really off about this whole thing," She takes no time to make herself at home, sitting on my counter and digging throgh the cabinet for something to eat.

"What do you mean off?" Does Macy think that Amy is just making all of this up? Why would someone like Amy do something like that?"

"Well, I mean look how convienent this all was. You and her were breaking up and you already had a happy relationship blooming with Rachel while she's being left with nothing and no one. Don't you think that is a little weird?" She is beginning to have a point, but there is no way that Amy is smart enough to pull this off.

"I don't think I fully believe you. This is Amy we're talking about. She would-"

"Exactly. This is Amy. You do know that her and I have hung out a couple times, and I have a record for figuring out people fairly quickly. From the moment I met her, I could tell she has a something off about her." Macy finds the package of goldfish that has probably been sitting in my cabinet for longer than I would like to admit, but from the way she is shoving them in her mouth, I don't think she minds.

"I don't know. I think I am going to need some proof." She pauses and swallows the mouthful of food she has.

"Fine. Let me talk to her then. Go wait outside, and she and I can have a little chat. Amy trusts me considering I told her about...you know...you and Rachel, so it'll be easy to get the truth out of her."

Maybe Macy is right. I mean like she said, for some reason she thinks Amy trusts her, so Amy will be comfortable enough to tell her what's really going on. What if Amy is already telling the truth though, and she really is pregnant? What the hell am I supposed to do?

"I guess just do whatever you feel like you need to. Please, don't-" The sound of the doorbell cuts me off. "Okay, she's here. Just please don't be too straight forward because that will scare her off."

"She's not a fucking deer, Asher," Macy hops off the counter and scurries over to the door. Before I know it, I'm standing in a room with a crazy blonde and a crazy ex. "So lying bitch, I hear your pregnant. Care to give us the truth?"

So much for not being too straight forward.