Look at the way he's stacking up the wood, like he's some type of macho man. Obviously trying to impress me. He's completely clueless that he's overrated in my mind. And his jeans are way too tight. You know, he's not as hot as he thinks he is with sweat dripping down his forehead. And his neck. And his chest. And- Stop it.

... News flash, Owen. We're history.


21. Twenty-One

I go back to school on Monday with no make-up on. I don't feel like going through the hassle, and I have no guy to impress. 

My day goes by oh too fast, and before I know it, I'm on my way to eighth period. And I can't skip again because I have work to do. I don't ignore Owen, but I don't talk to him either. In fact, i smile at him politely. I'm still very sick, coughing and wiping my nose. My throat feels as swollen as my forehead, and my nose burns like a roaring wood fire. 

I stay away from the spray paint and decide to sketch out an idea for a new platform. The tissue stuffed into my sleeve is being used too often, and I have to get a new one. I go to my purse to retrieve one and see Owen a few feet away coughing a bit too hard to be considered casual. I watch him wipe his nose and tip toe over to him. I take it upon myself to hand him a tissue, and he rolls his eyes playfully. "Bronchial pneumonia. Antibiotics for ten days." he takes the tissue and sniffles. I smirk and sniffle after him. I do feel bad for getting him sick but he doesn't seem too hurt. 

I get back to work, where I almost cough my guts out. I realize that this isn't such a good environment, and my condition is definitely contagious. Just twenty-five minutes left, and Kaylin will pick me up for my doctor's appointment. 


As I expected, the doctor went on about how pneumonia is not contagious, but it is in the case of bronchial. He gave me prescribed antibiotics and we were on our way. I stare at the design on my shoes as we walk to the exit, and a female figure slams into my left shoulder. "Gosh, sorry." I look up immediately to match the familiar face with the familiar words."Oh, hey. How are you?" she looks upset,  but acts like she's trying to keep her chin up. 

"Good." I say it simply and drag myself along. "See you later." I know I might have sounded rude but I couldn't stand to look at her anymore. I gave up the guy I love so that her kid can have a good life. Or at least a decent one. I don't dare to look and see if she's grown at all, I might puke if I do. I see Owen in the parking lot and I can't help but freeze. Kaylin does too, but after a second she gives me a push. A chilly wind hits us on our way out, and it reminds me of the horror I went through last week. I cross my arms to ease my shiver and mentally curse at my sidekick for leaving me alone. Once she's settled I can see her watching intently from her driver's seat. 

I take the time to look at Owen's face for the first time. He doesn't know I'm there, and I'm waiting for him to notice me. It doesn't take long, but it startles him. "Shit, Pres." The corners of his eyes are turned up in a strange way. His expression goes from concerned to relieved in a split second, like he wants to hug me. He's leaned against the white van. "What are you doing here?" I wave my pharmacy slip under his nose. Then I fold it up and put it in the pocket of my tight jeans. He grabs me like he's about to kiss me and its my reaction to push him away. "I have news." he's grinning and his mouth is too close to mine. It's been far more than forty-eight hours since our agreement at my apartment. I remember the way he looked like he wanted to cry. Now he looks so different, excited. I wonder if he's suddenly excited about the baby and he was about to tell me the gender. He's clearly here for her, but now I'm wondering why he's not inside with her. 

"Why aren't you inside with her?" I point to the door and he shakes his head with the smile still on his mouth. He answers without hesitation, before my question is even finished being spoken. 

"It's not mine."


"The kid. She isn't mine." So it's a girl. That's not the point, Presley.  I'm so happy I can't contain it, but it takes more than few seconds for the joy to sink in and before I know it I'm screaming. It hurts my throat but I really really do not care the slightest bit. Owen hugs me hard like I'm a stuffed animal and he's a little kid. My fists scrunch the dark brown material of his shirt, and I squeeze him until my ribs feel like they'll crack. I'm still shrieking but his shoulder is muffling the noises from my mouth. He's laughing like he might cry and I'm so close to it that I have to bite my lip. I start pecking his chapped lips and he holds my waist so I feel like I'm floating. But then we pull away and start coughing. The coughing turns to laughing, and then kissing again. He picks me up and starts smooching my cheek while I laugh, and I gesture Kaylin with a shoo to get her to drive away. She does, after giving me a happy thumbs up. 

"So what now?" I peck his lips. My feet still aren't touching the ground because he has me balanced in his arms and mine are looped around his neck. We both sniffle.

"Let me take you to my bed." He means to say it to sound sexy and dirty, but it comes out like a joke because I cannot take his swollen nasal passages seriously. The sickness makes him sound different, its like an accent almost.

"That's perfectly okay with me." He slams a wet kiss on my face to make me smile. "Just don't forget the tissues." 



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