My eyes and mouth widen in shock. “You knocked her up? Get the fuck out of here. Dad will flip the fuck out.”
“I used a condom.”
I lean forward, my head spinning, and rest my elbows on my thighs, covering my mouth with my hands, speaking between my fingers. “Are you sure you never fucked her without a condom?”
“No,” Trent says without hesitation, and then his demeanor changes as if he just realized something. “Wait, the first time we had sex, the condom slid off. But I didn’t come inside her. At least I don’t think I did.”
I laugh. “You fucked her that hard?”
He throws a pillow at my head, and I duck.
“Leave it to you to get your girl pregnant the first time you fuck her. What are you going to do about it?”
He shrugs. “What can I do? If she wants to keep the baby, I have to talk to Dad.”
“I don’t want to be there for that conversation.”
He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends in frustration. “I wish this was all a dream. That Jemma didn’t just come here to tell me she’s pregnant. I’m always careful.”
“Not careful enough,” I point out.
I’m too drunk to have a meaningful conversation with anyone. It’s not like I have any wisdom to impart, anyway.
We sit silently for a moment before I say, “We should get a drink. I think you could use one.”
A drink is about all I’m capable of offering him right now.
“Or ten,” Trent jokes.
I slide off the mattress and stand before Trent, my hand extended to him. “C’mon, you need to get drunk.”
Do we celebrate the news?
My dad won’t be happy. Trent doesn’t even look happy. He seems more in denial than anything. I’d probably drink myself into oblivion if the roles were reversed.
We’re too young to have kids.
Trent hooks his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into a hug, and I hold him tight, knowing he needs me. I can feel his body tremble as he sucks in a deep breath.
He’s scared.
I would be, too.
I’m afraid for him.
I can’t even care for myself without help, let alone another person.
Chapter 18
Sam
Eden leans back against the wall, scanning the crowded park for a sign of The Queen. “She should have been here by now.” Biting the inside of her cheek, she stands on her tippy toes. “I thought she said two o’clock. She’s always on time.”
I follow her line of sight and shrug. Too many people are passing through Dilworth Park to bother looking for her. “I’m sure she’ll show. We always meet at the side entrance to City Hall.”
The Queen prefers to meet in public places, as do we, and this has been our meeting spot since the beginning of the semester.
“Yeah, but she wears a different disguise every time,” Eden groans. “It’s impossible to spot her in this crowd.”
