Love and Basketball (Lauren/You)

Chapter 16

LAUREN'S POV

I sat in the chair, waiting for Y/N to speak up first. Before I could get lost in my thoughts, the younger girl actually did before I expected her to. "Lauren I'm so sorry." The taller girl cut herself off after she looked away from me. I knew this conversation was going to be extremely hard for the both of us, but I didn't expect to get so choked up right off the bat like I could feel myself doing already. I felt my eyes sting with unshed tears but I looked down at my lap so that Y/N wouldn't be able to see. I felt extremely bad that she landed herself in this situation but she had to know that she hurt me more than anyone would probably think. She knows what we've been through, and to accuse me of cheating again broke my heart into hundreds of pieces. I wasn't going to let her off the hook so easily especially now that she questioned my integrity in trying to create a family with her. I continued to look away from the Y/H/C haired girl so that she would get the hint to continue.

I sat back against the chair with my arms crossed over my chest but I refused to look up at Y/N just yet. "As you already know, Greg had somehow managed to find me when I was trying to get home after practice. He tried assaulting me but he was caught before he could by a couple paparazzis. I was so scared when I managed to get home because he actually slipped away when paparazzi was trying to talk to me; I was scared I would run into him again that night and nothing would stop him the next time. I was already mad that you were with this guy more often and the fact that we really weren't keeping in contact. I thought you were out happier with him rather than being in a long distance relationship with me when things weren't looking good. I know this doesn't make it okay but I was just stressing out so much over everything and I took it out on you." Y/N spoke quietly, her voice still scratchy and hoarse. Even though it was scratchy, I could still hear the breaks in her words due to her emotions that I'm sure were surging through her.

Hearing her story sent a shot of hurt throughout my chest but I continued to look down at the floor instead of my girlfriend - or whatever we were at this point. "I accept your apology, but I can't let this slide anymore Y/N." I mustered up the courage to look over at the taller girl but now it was she who was avoided my eyes as she looked up at the ceiling above us. "We keep fighting the same battles but it's getting us nowhere. I can't keep fighting with you over nothing." My voice came out in a whisper while I tried to articulate everything that was coming to my head in the form of a thought. There was no amount of preparation I could accomplish for this moment between us, while tensions ran high and where we were going to leave off remained unknown at this time. Y/N never looked away from the ceiling but I could faintly see a tear slip our of her eye only to slide down the side of her temple, falling to the pillow she laid on until it was out of my view. The sight sent a tinge of guilt through me.

Once another one fell, I reached to wipe it but I was stopped in my tracks once Y/N grit her teeth together. "Please don't touch me right now." I was completely shocked by how calm to command came out of her mouth, like she wasn't getting emotional at all. "I understand where you're coming from and I'll respect your decision. Please leave me alone for a while; I don't want to talk to anybody right now." The taller girl remained avoiding eye contact with me but I knew better than to push against her wishes, especially when she was starting to get emotional like I knew she was. She could deny it all she wanted but I knew Y/N better than she knew herself, and even better than I most likely knew myself. No matter how much it hurt, I stood up from the chair and went to place it in its original location on the side of the room. I looked to take one last glance at my girlfriend before I headed towards the door. I stopped myself before the door could close behind me, and without facing her I spoke one last time.

"I'm pregnant." I let the sentence sink in before the door finally closed as I was outside of the room just like Y/N had wanted. My own eyes began watering but I wiped away any tears before they could escape, because I knew there was going to be a shit ton of paparazzi's outside once I found myself out there. Eventually after using the elevator to descend multiple floors, I walked out of the hospital and just like I envisioned, cameras, flashes, and loud shouting took over my senses as many people tried gaining my attention for any story they could get their hands on. Dealing with this for so long, you'd think I'd be used to all of this but there was no way in hell someone could be telling the truth by saying paparazzi doesn't affect them even in the slightest bit. Men and women alike yelled accusatory statements and shouted bizarre questions as I tried to push past all of them to get to the car I had rented after landing here in Chicago. I tried not to pay attention to any of the stories or questions, but I was starting to grow irritated with how far some of these people would reach just for some bullshit story that they would make up in the end anyways.