Seperation
DYLAN’S P. O. V.
I still have no idea what the fuck I am going to do. I do not want to bail on this kid. I am so confused that I can’t even think straight. I want to be with Riley more than anything. I keep away from her all week. It is killing me, but I know if I see her I will tell her everything. Of course I have no idea what she will say but it will be enough to make me not see her.
Of course I keep clear of Brittney too. I do not want her thinking that she won. I mean at this point I am starting to think that she did. I wish I just had someone that I could talk to, who would know what I needed to do. I don’t even know for sure if the kid is mine. I could throw everything away for someone that isn’t even worth it. Not the kid, Brittney.
The closer it gets to the party the more anxious I have grown. I want an answer. I even contemplated talking to my father about it. I mean he knows law, maybe there is something else I can do. But then I would have to discuss my love life with my father. That I am not ready to do.
RILEY’S P. O. V.
As promised I didn’t bring up the party to Dylan, but I guess it wasn’t too hard because he was avoiding me. He stopped meeting me face to face, he would only text me. Which made the last three days at school awkward to say the least. I tried to ask him what was going on only to get the same response, “I’m not ready to talk about it.” He still said nothing was wrong with us, I am finding this harder to believe. If there is nothing then why was he avoiding me like the plague. Something was not right. I wish he would just talk to me about it.
So here it was Saturday afternoon, late, and I was at Katelyn’s getting ready for the party. She insisted that I dress hot. She said that if Dylan couldn’t see how hot I was then I should show it to someone else. I disagree but I relent with her fashion choices. I am wearing a black mini skirt and a yellow midriff halter top. She also found me some knee high black high heeled boots. Then she curled my hair and left it down to have it cascade down my back. I look in the mirror after Katelyn does my make-up and quite frankly at this point my looks could rival Brittney’s. Even though this is not my style I do look hot. Too bad Dylan wont see it.
I took a picture to show Dylan later, he might like it. I mean if we are still together, although at this point I am starting to feel like we aren’t. Kevin tells me to be patient that Dylan will get it together but I am more inclined to take Katelyn’s point of view. She said that I was fine before Dylan and I will be fine after. Even though it is hurting right now, I know it will be fine later. I knew that this may not last, especially doing a long distance thing, but that doesn’t change the fact that I was falling for him.
We arrive at the party together and meet Kevin at the main hall. This house is huge. The main hall is as big as my living room. The living room is as big as my whole house. When Kevin sees us he just about has his eyes fall out of his head. He glances over both of us and his eyes bug. “You two are the hottest chicks here. That is saying something, Brittney and her brood are here.”
Katelyn narrowed her eyes at Kevin, “Are you saying that Brittney is hot?”
Kevin grinned. “Never.” Then he wedged between us and ushered us both by placing a hand on each of our backs. “Now let us get drunk and forget all our troubles.” He brought us to a table with a bunch of beer piles in bowls of ice. We grabbed one each. I looked around for something harder and found in the far corner a table with shots. I made my way over and started slamming shots. If I was going to get wasted then I was going to do a good job of it.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
DYLAN’S P. O. V.
I can’t believe I am doing this. I am going to accept Brittney’s offer. I can’t abandon the kid. Even though I really do not want to. I just don’t see any other option.
I have stationed myself in a room upstairs. I pull out my phone and text Brittney: I am upstairs, end of the hall. I have your answer.
I got a quick reply: I will be there shortly.
I know she is gloating. She knows what my answer will be. That is why she gave me that ultimatum. She knew it would work. I sit on the bed waiting for her, when I hear the door creak open I am still anything but happy.
“Let’s get this over with.” I groan as I stand.
“What are you telling me that you are not happy with me?” She puts her hands on her hips like I am the crazy one.
“No, Brittney I am not. You are right though I can’t just abandon this kid. I want assurance that this kid is mine.” I am running my fingers through my hair.
“The doctor said that the conception date was before I cheated on you. Is that enough for you? I mean, I can’t very well do a paternity test now.” She is being cocky. Trying to embrace me. Just as I am about to tell her that she won, the door opens, my answer flies off my tongue.