More Than This (More Than, #1)(45)

Moments of silence pass.

Then he faces me, “You’re pregnant?”

“I don’t know.” It’s barely a whisper.

“So you haven’t taken the test yet?”

“No.” I start to cry. “Please, Logan. You can’t tell anybody about this. No one. Especially Jake, please.”

“Mikayla, I wouldn’t. It’s not my story to tell.” He tries to smile but it doesn’t follow through.

The car is quiet apart from my sobs.

“My dad’s a doctor, I can take you to him, just to be sure. It’s all confidential. It’s the law or some shit. No-one will know. I promise”

I nod my head once and look out the window, as he starts the car and reverses out of the spot.


***


I didn’t even think about it, not for a second. Until we were at the pharmacy yesterday and Julie was asking me about the different tampon options. How could I be so stupid? I was two weeks late and I didn’t even notice. James and I were actively active the weeks leading up to ‘prom night’. I was on the pill and I was meticulous about it. Nothing scared me more than the thought of being a teen mom. The pill is only 99% accurate. Fuck. What the f*ck am I going to do.


***


Dr. Matthews is the complete opposite of Logan. He’s gentle and soft spoken, with a tiny build, slight combover and glasses.

Apparently he’s heard from Logan about the situation with my family, I see the sympathy in his eyes, and I know it’s genuine.


One urine sample and a few tests later, and I’m actually able to breath again.

They took a blood test just to triple check, but all signs point to negative.

Apparently, my body just kind of flaked out on me.

Dr. Matthews says skipping cycles or being late is common when the body is under a lot of stress or trauma.

Thank. Fuck.


Once I’ve thanked Dr. Matthews, we get back in Logan's car. It’s then I realize how long I’ve been gone and I need to pick up Julie from her friends house. Her friend is on the other side of town from where I left the car so Logan offers to pick her up, then drive back to collect Mandy’s car.

“Thanks so much for this, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it. I would normally have Megan in times like this. It’s just…” I trail off.

“You spoken to her yet?”

“Nope, not a single word.”


***


Turns out Logan's house is around the corner from Julie's friend, so he’s going to stop by to pick up his gear. He has plans to meet Jake at the cages soon.


“Hey Julie?” Logan says, eyeing her through the rear view mirror of his Mercedes convertible, top down. “Knock Knock?”

Julie giggles. “Who’s there?”

“Wooden”

“Wooden who?”

“Wooden you like to know”

Julie cracks up. It’s one of those jokes that’s so dumb it’s hilarious. Like, ‘why did the kid fall off the swing? Because he had no arms!’

We’re all laughing like idiots when we pull into Logan's driveway, a familiar truck is already there.

I look to Logan wide eyed.

His hands go up in surrender. “I didn’t say a word. Swear it.”

We look to the truck and see Jake step out.

His fists balled at his side.

Jaw tense.

Eyes filled with rage.

He’s pissed.

Beyond pissed.


“You girls stay here, okay?” Logan says, before hopping out of the car.


***


Jake


I’m sitting in my truck about to text Kayla to meet me at the cages, I miss the shit out of her.

I hear a car pull up and people laughing, I turn to look and see Logan, Kayla and Julie.

What in the actual f*ck.

I hop out of the truck, and it takes everything I have to not run up to this * and punch him. I could give a shit about my hand. It’s the last f*cking thing I care about.

Logan’s walking closer to me, hands up in surrender. “What ever the f*ck you’re thinking right now, Quit. It’s not what you think, not even f*cking close.”

“Then f*cking start talking, *.” I shove him hard on the chest and he falls back a few steps.

I hear Julie squeal in the car, but I don’t give a shit.

“Explain to me why the f*ck you’re playing family with my girl and my sister?”

“I can’t,” he says, shaking his head and looking down.

“What the f*ck do you mean you can’t?” I’m in his face now, bending down so he’ll look me in the eye when he tells me he’s been screwing the girl I’m in love with.

In love with. Shit.

“I can’t dude, it’s not for me to say.”

“What the f*ck does that even mean?”

I push him again, harder this time.

“Quit f*cking pushing me *! I’m two seconds from pushing the f*ck back.”

Rage consumes me. I’m so f*cking pissed I don’t even know what to think. How the f*ck can they do this to me? And around Julie?

“Julie, wait!” I hear Kayla yell, and see Julie running out of the car and onto the street. She doesn’t look before she runs and a car breaks last minute, almost hitting her straight on. She screams as Kayla runs over to her and picks her up in her arms.