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crooked confessions
by: queen of catastrophe.
date: 4.2.2008
time: 1:30-2:36
-Sex and Candy: Marcy Playground-
:.:Prolouge:.:
"I'm pregnant."
My jaw slackened a little and my eyes were bulging out as if I had taken drugs. Pregnant? What does this have to with me? It had no concern with me, maybe her "boyfriend" but not with me. Never with me, I didn't even like girls that way. I look at her disheveled appearance, her crooked smile, her small disposition, the way she tapped at her coffee cup. I felt kinda sorry for her. Poor girl, didn't know who her that her dimwitted boyfriend was the father.
I look back up at her face, asking her with curiosity "And...why did we need to talk? I mean, I never touched you. Period. I never even done it with a guy...the farthest I've been is second base. Why are you telling me this? Isn't this you and your boyfriend's business, I don't even know you that well."
She laughs at me and looks at me coyly as if we were in bed. I look at her weirdly, wondering why the hell she's looking at me like that and she just says "...Lucas, you're the father."
I just laugh.
Alot.
(because I'm in hysteria, because I never even touched a girl, because I never wanted to be a dad...biologically anyway.)
"You're kidding...right? I never had sex with you Nikki, you know that. I don't like girls, it isn't obvious I'm gay, but I'm not straight Nikki. How is this possible?" I still laugh and take a piece of my cake, I almost choke on the dryness of it.
She sighs deeply...a sign that says I'm retarded and I'm missing something. Something I don't know. She looks at me and I look back at her, at this rate we can both win a staring contest if we both tried. I look away and spit out the cake I was trying to eat trying to distract myself. Sooner or later, I look at her again.
"Lucas, you did sleep with me. Don't you remember? The party that Sam kept? Don't you? I did. You were like my best friend that night. We didn't know each other...but we were joined at the hip that night. We had fun, drank a little...actually a lot of beer and I told you how much I wanted to break up with my boyfriend. You said that you liked me and then you said 'Make him jealous.' You kissed me and we went up to Sam's parents' room...you were the one that started it and I gave in. I thought you loved me. For that night." She looked at me with these puppy dog eyes, making me feel sorry for her. I just looked at her like she had two heads.
"...Samantha Lucas you mean." I stated.
"Yeah...Sam Lucas." she replied.
"And...we went baby making in her parents' room, supposedly--" She interupted me before I could say anymore.
"Not supposedly Lucas! We did...argh...sleep with each other! Can't you get it through that thick skull of your's? I. Am. Pregnant." She was angry now, each word being toned down to a whisper but it was harsher then when she started this conversation. She was getting more digusted at me for some reason, most likely since she thought it was me...but it couldn't be, no. It must've been someone else.
I look out the window and drink my cup of latte slowly and glare at her. Tap my fingers on the table for almost a minute when she says "Lucas, you know that you're a better boyfriend than Lewis...right?"
"Like I said...I like guys."
"I know. But Lucas...just try to remember. Please? I liked you more than I did Lewis..."
Defeat. For Lewis and I. Lewis' girlfriend liked a gay guy. Shock just escaped my whole body. But I wanted her to understand, I wanted her to feel better about herself.
I just whispered so no one would hear "I'll try."
"Thank you." was the last thing she said before she walked out the cafe. I could tell by the wetness of her bright green eyes, she was longing to cry.
:.:author's note:.:
Sorry that this chapter is so short. I'll make the other longer if I can.
Inspired from a former story I was writing for my pleasure. It got deleted, so I remade it. It might be cliche...but I'm gonna try to make it unique.I do not own the song "Sex and Candy" by Marcy Playground.
-Mika