finally “kick” some sense into me. Like I’m going to wake up at thirty years old and decide to go to med school.
Fucking ridiculous.
I get out my guitar and start concentrating on the music. It’s soothing, and I don’t even realize that two hours have passed until I glance at my phone and see that I have to be at rehearsal.
I hurry to change, putting on a pair of worn jeans and a ratty t-shirt, before running my hand through my hair to muss it up. I make my way onto the street and walk quickly so I’m not late. Of course, they can’t start without me, but I’ve already taken enough shit from Mark lately.
I see Carly working with Amber at the piano and I hurry over to Jacie who is fiddling with her drums.
“Cutting it close,” she teases glancing at her watch.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“How are things with Little Miss Sex over there?”
I give Jacie a sharp look.
“More like Little Miss Won’t-Put-Out.” I regret the words instantly.
Jacie puts her drumsticks down and stares at me.
“Never mind,” I mumble, busying myself with the microphone.
“Are you telling me, that Carly hasn’t put out for you?” Jacie can’t hide the shock from her voice.
“Let it go,” I growl.
“You’re actually sticking with a girl who isn’t letting you get into your pants?”
“Yes, Jacie! What’s the big fucking deal?”
“The big fucking deal,” she breathes, “is that I’ve never known you to do that with anyone. You can’t even stick with a girl who does put out.”
“Yeah, well maybe I’m changing.”
Jacie gives me a wistful look. “You’re one lucky bastard,” she sighs. “What I wouldn’t give to have that girl holding out for me. It’s only going to be that much sweeter when she gives in.”
I try to ignore the comment, but I agree with Jacie. I know that this whole holding out thing is only going to make sex that much hotter with Carly.
That is if we get that far. And I’m hoping we do.
Rehearsal gets started, and on our break I go up to Carly.
“Hey,” she says, grinning when she sees me.
“Hey,” I say, squeezing her around the waist. “So with all my stupid shit today, I forgot to ask if you wanted to go out on Saturday night. It’s our one off night, and I thought we could do something in the evening.”
Carly’s face lights up. Christ, why does she do that when I come around? It makes me feel fucking amazing, but also makes me feel like I can never live up to what she deserves.
“That sounds great. I forgot we had one night off.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull out.
It’s a text from Skyler.
I try to mask my face so Carly doesn’t pick up on anything.
“I’m really sorry but I need to take care of something,” I say, my voice sounding strangely hollow.
Carly gives me a strange look.
“Everything okay?”
I nod, and leave the room. I head downstairs so I can call Skyler outside.
Her text only said the results were in and to call her.
“Hi Leo,” she answers.
“Well, what’s the verdict?” I ask tersely; I don’t have time for niceties.
“It came back positive. You are the father.”
I stand there on the street, my back pressed against the concrete building, holding the phone against my ear.
I try to process her words, but instead I can only focus on the clammy feeling that is coming over my hands.
“Leo? Are you still there?”
I sink to the ground.
“Are you sure?” My voice is too harsh, but I can’t help it.
“Of course, I’m sure.”
“Well, I want to see proof of the actual test.”
I can literally hear Skyler roll her eyes over the phone.
“Of course, Leo,” she says, her voice acidic. “I wouldn’t dream of not giving you proof. Mark will have it in the morning. I already asked them to forward the paperwork, I just thought I would do the courtesy of telling you first.”
I could tell that Skyler meant well but I was still in shock.
“Christ. I guess you’re keeping it?”
“Yes, Leo. I’m keeping
Fucking ridiculous.
I get out my guitar and start concentrating on the music. It’s soothing, and I don’t even realize that two hours have passed until I glance at my phone and see that I have to be at rehearsal.
I hurry to change, putting on a pair of worn jeans and a ratty t-shirt, before running my hand through my hair to muss it up. I make my way onto the street and walk quickly so I’m not late. Of course, they can’t start without me, but I’ve already taken enough shit from Mark lately.
I see Carly working with Amber at the piano and I hurry over to Jacie who is fiddling with her drums.
“Cutting it close,” she teases glancing at her watch.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“How are things with Little Miss Sex over there?”
I give Jacie a sharp look.
“More like Little Miss Won’t-Put-Out.” I regret the words instantly.
Jacie puts her drumsticks down and stares at me.
“Never mind,” I mumble, busying myself with the microphone.
“Are you telling me, that Carly hasn’t put out for you?” Jacie can’t hide the shock from her voice.
“Let it go,” I growl.
“You’re actually sticking with a girl who isn’t letting you get into your pants?”
“Yes, Jacie! What’s the big fucking deal?”
“The big fucking deal,” she breathes, “is that I’ve never known you to do that with anyone. You can’t even stick with a girl who does put out.”
“Yeah, well maybe I’m changing.”
Jacie gives me a wistful look. “You’re one lucky bastard,” she sighs. “What I wouldn’t give to have that girl holding out for me. It’s only going to be that much sweeter when she gives in.”
I try to ignore the comment, but I agree with Jacie. I know that this whole holding out thing is only going to make sex that much hotter with Carly.
That is if we get that far. And I’m hoping we do.
Rehearsal gets started, and on our break I go up to Carly.
“Hey,” she says, grinning when she sees me.
“Hey,” I say, squeezing her around the waist. “So with all my stupid shit today, I forgot to ask if you wanted to go out on Saturday night. It’s our one off night, and I thought we could do something in the evening.”
Carly’s face lights up. Christ, why does she do that when I come around? It makes me feel fucking amazing, but also makes me feel like I can never live up to what she deserves.
“That sounds great. I forgot we had one night off.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull out.
It’s a text from Skyler.
I try to mask my face so Carly doesn’t pick up on anything.
“I’m really sorry but I need to take care of something,” I say, my voice sounding strangely hollow.
Carly gives me a strange look.
“Everything okay?”
I nod, and leave the room. I head downstairs so I can call Skyler outside.
Her text only said the results were in and to call her.
“Hi Leo,” she answers.
“Well, what’s the verdict?” I ask tersely; I don’t have time for niceties.
“It came back positive. You are the father.”
I stand there on the street, my back pressed against the concrete building, holding the phone against my ear.
I try to process her words, but instead I can only focus on the clammy feeling that is coming over my hands.
“Leo? Are you still there?”
I sink to the ground.
“Are you sure?” My voice is too harsh, but I can’t help it.
“Of course, I’m sure.”
“Well, I want to see proof of the actual test.”
I can literally hear Skyler roll her eyes over the phone.
“Of course, Leo,” she says, her voice acidic. “I wouldn’t dream of not giving you proof. Mark will have it in the morning. I already asked them to forward the paperwork, I just thought I would do the courtesy of telling you first.”
I could tell that Skyler meant well but I was still in shock.
“Christ. I guess you’re keeping it?”
“Yes, Leo. I’m keeping
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