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won’t give you anymore shit about Jeremy.” What happened between them still bothered me, but I was willing to put blinders on if it made Savannah happy. She’d done so much for me in my life already. It was the least I could do in return.
“Love you.”
“Love you, too. Now enough of this Hallmark bullshit. I’m short a waiter so you’re up.”
She reached under the counter and grabbed an apron as she grumbled, “Sonofabitch. I knew I should’ve waited for you to close up before apologizing.”
CHAPTER 10
PAST
Fall 2005
EMERSON
“Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! Savannah, what the hell am I going to do?!” I was hyperventilating. My vision was starting to go black. Shit ! I was going to pass out.
“Just relax, hun. Maybe it’s wrong. How many of these did you pee on?” Savannah picked up one of the sticks sitting on the bathroom counter and compared it to the directions on the back of the box.
“Six, Van. I peed on six sticks and all of them say the same damn thing. POSITIVE! ” This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t possibly be pregnant. I’d had sex with one person, one time, and I got pregnant? I obviously really pissed someone off in a past life and was paying for it now.
“Calm down, Emmy. Try to breathe.” That was easy for her to say. She didn’t just find out she was knocked up by a guy that ran out on her after one night.
“How the hell am I supposed to calm down? I’m a pregnant college freshman whose baby daddy ran off to parts unknown and I have no freaking clue how to get a hold of him! OhmyGod… I’m a fucking statistic!”
Savannah started pacing around the small dorm room muttering to herself. “If I ever see that piece of shit again, I’m gonna cut his dick off and shove it down his throat!” Savannah was the one who sat with me for weeks while I cried into a gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream when I was at my worst. Luke left for basic the morning after I caught him with his pants down and Allison Crabtree going down on him like giving a blow job was a freaking Olympic event. I swallowed my pride—probably like Allison swallowed other things—and tried emailing him a few times, only to get jack shit in response. He’d gone off the grid. But he didn’t just cut me off. He wasn’t talking to Jeremy, Brett or Gavin either. The longer he avoided them, the madder they got. When they found out about this, shit was going to hit the fan.
Savannah was the president and founder of the I Hate Lucas Allen fan club. If someone hurt me, by association they hurt her. And Savannah was not one to forgive easily.
I wasn’t sure if it was hormones, or the fact that my life was going down in a big steaming ball of crap, but I chose that moment to break down. I cried for the situation I was in. I cried because the guy I loved didn’t love me back and left me behind. I cried for the baby I was carrying. I cried because I had no freaking clue what I was going to do. It was the big, ugly type of crying too. The snot coming out of your nose, big red blotches and swollen eyes type of crying.
Savannah, just sat with me on the bathroom floor and rubbed my back until I got it all out. “How the hell am I supposed to tell Luke? He won’t respond to my emails. He never answers when I call his cell phone. I don’t even have a damn address to send a goddamned hand written letter!”
She grabbed my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. “You do what you can, babe. Send him an email and try calling. If he doesn’t reply to anything, there’s nothing else you can do.”
“Nothing else I can do… Shit . I’m going to be a single mom,” I whispered, the tears falling again.
After several more hours and a lot more tears, we sat together in front of my laptop. I drafted about three thousand different versions of the email to Luke before I was somewhat satisfied with it. Savannah and I both agreed that it wasn’t right to drop that kind of bomb on
“Love you.”
“Love you, too. Now enough of this Hallmark bullshit. I’m short a waiter so you’re up.”
She reached under the counter and grabbed an apron as she grumbled, “Sonofabitch. I knew I should’ve waited for you to close up before apologizing.”
CHAPTER 10
PAST
Fall 2005
EMERSON
“Holy shit. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! Savannah, what the hell am I going to do?!” I was hyperventilating. My vision was starting to go black. Shit ! I was going to pass out.
“Just relax, hun. Maybe it’s wrong. How many of these did you pee on?” Savannah picked up one of the sticks sitting on the bathroom counter and compared it to the directions on the back of the box.
“Six, Van. I peed on six sticks and all of them say the same damn thing. POSITIVE! ” This couldn’t be happening. I couldn’t possibly be pregnant. I’d had sex with one person, one time, and I got pregnant? I obviously really pissed someone off in a past life and was paying for it now.
“Calm down, Emmy. Try to breathe.” That was easy for her to say. She didn’t just find out she was knocked up by a guy that ran out on her after one night.
“How the hell am I supposed to calm down? I’m a pregnant college freshman whose baby daddy ran off to parts unknown and I have no freaking clue how to get a hold of him! OhmyGod… I’m a fucking statistic!”
Savannah started pacing around the small dorm room muttering to herself. “If I ever see that piece of shit again, I’m gonna cut his dick off and shove it down his throat!” Savannah was the one who sat with me for weeks while I cried into a gallon of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream when I was at my worst. Luke left for basic the morning after I caught him with his pants down and Allison Crabtree going down on him like giving a blow job was a freaking Olympic event. I swallowed my pride—probably like Allison swallowed other things—and tried emailing him a few times, only to get jack shit in response. He’d gone off the grid. But he didn’t just cut me off. He wasn’t talking to Jeremy, Brett or Gavin either. The longer he avoided them, the madder they got. When they found out about this, shit was going to hit the fan.
Savannah was the president and founder of the I Hate Lucas Allen fan club. If someone hurt me, by association they hurt her. And Savannah was not one to forgive easily.
I wasn’t sure if it was hormones, or the fact that my life was going down in a big steaming ball of crap, but I chose that moment to break down. I cried for the situation I was in. I cried because the guy I loved didn’t love me back and left me behind. I cried for the baby I was carrying. I cried because I had no freaking clue what I was going to do. It was the big, ugly type of crying too. The snot coming out of your nose, big red blotches and swollen eyes type of crying.
Savannah, just sat with me on the bathroom floor and rubbed my back until I got it all out. “How the hell am I supposed to tell Luke? He won’t respond to my emails. He never answers when I call his cell phone. I don’t even have a damn address to send a goddamned hand written letter!”
She grabbed my face in her hands and stared into my eyes. “You do what you can, babe. Send him an email and try calling. If he doesn’t reply to anything, there’s nothing else you can do.”
“Nothing else I can do… Shit . I’m going to be a single mom,” I whispered, the tears falling again.
After several more hours and a lot more tears, we sat together in front of my laptop. I drafted about three thousand different versions of the email to Luke before I was somewhat satisfied with it. Savannah and I both agreed that it wasn’t right to drop that kind of bomb on
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