INSTA-Daddy

48

[GAB]

My mind was processing everything. No words were coming out of my mouth. It just dropped open below my wide shocked eyes.

"...I had no feelings for you back then. And you probably had none for me. I-it was an accident. I was wasted. She took advantage and it happened," he explained. It was hard for me to take the explanation in my head because it was being crowded by rage and frustration.

"I didn't even remember it until... She told me," my brows wrinkled in a frown. I puffed an angry exhale before standing up.

"You didn't remember?!!!!" I yelled.

He made a peevish chuckle and it irritated me. I know he had a point. He wasn't my boyfriend when it probably happened but still, thinking about it hurts.

"It's funny actually. I didn't remember having sex with you. And now I didn't remember I had sex with her. I should definitely have my brain checked," he joked but I wasn't amused. It only infuriated me even more.

I motioned to slap him but what's left of my current consciousness stopped me. Tom beckoned his arms over his face as a shield and did a low squeal. Normally, hearing his squeal would clear my mind from anger but this time it didn't.

Out of impulse, I stomped my way to the bedroom. He had grasped my wrist but I managed to shove my hand off. I shut the door close as rough as I can making a loud bang.

I plopped down on the bed and dug my face deep on the pillow as I hugged it. The pillow helped my sobbing to be non-audible. My tears were making the pillow wet but it continued to trickle down.

There was a knock on the door. "Go away!" I shouted.

"You said you wouldn't take this the wrong way. You promised!"

I snuffed as I rolled my eyes. It's not my fault it hurts me. Blame my heart. My stupid heart.

He stopped knocking but he went on with talking. I ceased myself from making more sobbing sounds to listen attentively even though my chest was still heavy.

"Look. I'm sorry okay. But that doesn't even matter anymore. I love you! There I said it!"

My stomach did a fast backflip, so did my heart. For some reason, hearing him say those three magical words had stopped more tears from forming in my eyes.

"I love you not her," he went on. "Right. We had sex. I had sex with a lot of girls. But that was before! Now, I don't even give a fuck about them anymore. You know why? Because I love you!"

He can't see it but I was smiling as I listened to him. I hugged my pillow while I sat up and leaned on the bed's headboard with my knees folded up.

"Margie knew this. I rejected her. That's why she got me suspended... erm.. I think,"

My brain snapped upon realization. Now I get it. Now I know why Margie was being all snubby with me. I couldn't believe my ears.

I never thought she'd be capable of doing such thing. Come to think of it, Wes did say she was sometimes a bit odd.

A lightbulb lighted inside my brain upon another realization. She hates me. My pregnancy senses were tingling. Could she have been the one putting trashes inside my locker and leaving mean notes?

My thoughts were interrupted by Tom proceeding to talk. "Let me make it up to you,"

I smirked. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," he replied from the outside of the door. "Get dressed. We're going somewhere,"

My eyebrows jerked up. I opened my mouth to agree but then thought about playing hard to get. I don't want him to think I was easy.