The Things I've Never Told Lindsey (A Nash Grier Fanfic)

VI. Personal

Therapy group wasn't as bad as I thought.

Patty was obnoxious, the atmosphere was depressing, the chairs were uncomfortable, and it smelled remotely like dead cats. But, believe it or not, it was probably the best part of my week, all thanks to Nash. Yeah, yeah, tell me I'm cheesy and tacky and stupid and stereotypical, but I couldn't help it. He just made me happy.

It turned out that I needed a little happiness in my life. I was almost three months pregnant, and my baby bump was starting to show. I finally had told Dylan about the pregnancy a month ago, and, although he was freaked out at first, he was starting to come around. That scared me, though, because his visits started to become fairly frequent, and he talked to me like we were still together. There were no words to describe how much I was repulsed by Dylan, but I decided to keep it to myself. After all, I really did need the help. Who else would go to ShopRite at midnight and buy me Ben & Jerry's?

The more Nash and I started talking, the more I wondered whether or not I should tell him about the pregnancy. If I wanted to save my reputation (and possibly our friendship?) I could just stop going to the group for a few months and make up some excuse. But on the other hand, it was Nash. He had become such a huge part of my life in such a small amount of time. We talked about everything - literally. Well, everything except that fact that there was a tiny human being growing inside of me as we spoke, of course. But, you know. Basically everything.

In the end, I figured it would be for the best if I kept my pregnancy a secret. Little did I know, things don't always work out the way you want them to.

One night, Nash invited me out to a party. Well, invited may not be the best word for it. After I renounced my party days, it took him hours of begging and pleading to finally drag me out of the house. He promised it would be a low-key thing - just him, me, and a couple of his friends. It turned out that he was right, more or less. Everything was actually going really well. Was.

"Hey," said Jason, one of Nash's childhood friends. "Beer pong, anyone?"

The entire group yelled in approval, red Solo cups in the air. Everyone, that is, except me. I figured I could get away with being a casual spectator and avoid drinking, so I took a step backwards toward Nash.

"Hey, Savannah, you used to party a lot, right? Are you any good?" he asked, motioning toward the ping pong table.

I froze, trying to figure out a way to get out of it. "Um, no, I really wasn't all that good. Probably worse now, actually. Someone else should really do it."

Nash smirked, probably figuring that I was being modest. "C'mon, Sev, no one cares if you're good. It'll be fun!"

I cringed. "Nash...I really can't. I can't drink."

Nash shook his head, then lowered his voice. "Is this about Michelle? Savannah, you really need to move past that and have some fun -"

"No, no, it's not about Michelle. It's just...it's-it's for personal reasons." I was ready for a full-on facepalm. Personal reasons? Really? That's the best I could come up with?

Nash widened his eyes, and I could see the hurt slowly overtaking his facial features. "What do you mean, 'personal reasons?' I thought....I thought you trusted me enough to tell me -"

"Nash, please don't take this personally," I said, trying to put him at ease, "I just...I'm not sure if I can share this with you."

At this point, Nash didn't even attempt to conceal the hurt that crossed his face, but this time, it was mixed with something darker. Anger. "You don't think you can share this with me. You don't think you can share this with me." Nash crossed his arms, then looked me directly in the eyes. "I've told you everything about my life - things I would never tell anyone else. My brother's suicide. My own-," he stopped, then shook his head. "The point is, I trust you. And you should be able to trust me, too. By now you should know that I'm not going to judge you, or share it with anyone -"

"I'm pregnant," I blurted out, quickly feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. "I'm three months pregnant. Happy?"

Before I could see his reaction, I spun around and walked away.

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Whoa! An update! Weird, right? I love it when I have some freetime.

Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely, lovely, lovely night.

xxCharlotte