Oxford Comma,
Caving in.
I looked at my light pink flats. They looked so good now. Huh, who knew? I gathered up all the courage left in me and looked up. He was looking at me, and the.. the way he looked at me broke my heart worse than those awful news did. The mixture could be clearly read: love, sadness, pain, anger and then, the worse thing of it all, I could still distinguish a small glint of, of hope.
After that, all my emotions caved in. Without a word said I turned back around and started walking really slowly. It soon transformed itself into a fast pace, then a jog and then a full on run. I ran away from everything: from him, from my broken heart, from love, from the drama, from everything that came to be so common to me in the last week, or last weeks. I couldn't even count the time that passed by anymore. It felt like years, the whole Joshua thing. I know that in reality it must have been less than two weeks, give or take a few days.
"Twy! Twylor! TWY!" I heard Bri yell after me. It didn't count anymore. Nothing did. If they thought, that I was going to take this lying down, boy were they wrong. I needed to at least figure out the whole truth about the baby. So I mentally replayed the whole conversation with Jacques. Only few words were really stuck in my head, words I didn't pay attention to during the so called conversation.
"Of course, like those gullible Christian girls, she wanted to have sex after marriage."Okay, so I had one clue. But there had to be something I overlooked.
Last year, Joshua was with a girl. She was 17 and he was 18. Her name was Rae Tores or some shit like that. By that age, he was pretty experienced in sex, with the high-school students who swooned over him. They appeared to be going strong. They even discussed engagements once."
Okay. So I had a name. Let's google her now. I took out my red Blackberry and started using my wi-fi. Okay, found her. Wow, she was pretty. Imagine this: blond, platinum blonde of course, blue eyes, freckles, everything that I didn't have. She looked really skinny too. Oh my.
I found a telephone number.
'Well Twy, I guess it's now or never.' And so I called.
Ring, riing, riiiing...
"Si?" She said.
"Um, hello. I'm, um, my name is Twylor Ashen Sawyer. I called you regarding Joshua Nickolas?"
"Don't know what you're talking about." She suddenly said aggressively.
"Wait, no! Please! Don't hang up! I really need your advice on something! Please!" I begged her.
"Fine. Meet me at Lipstick Cafe. I'll be there in an hour."
With that, she hanged up. Wait. An hour? That means she lives really close by. We'll just wait and see. I freshened up a bit and waited for her. The Cafe was really cool, it held a relaxed vibe. I'll definitely come back here. I waited and waited, then suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder.
And there she was. She looked like a model. Tight red sleeveless dress, golden high heels, you could almost see the lines of her underwear. Nasty.
"Um, hi. Rae?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's me. So, what about Josh?" She asked. Josh? Ew. He sounds.. different.
"Um, well. A friend of mine, told me about, um, about, well.." How could you tell a perfect stranger who dated your boyfriend that you knew about her baby?
"The baby?" She asked indifferently.
"Well, yes. And I am, interested in the full story because I want to run a cover on it." I lied. I couldn't tell her that I was dating him. She'd throw a fit.
"Well, it all started a few years ago. I was the nerdy, shy type of girl. No boy liked me, but he came by and looked like the perfect Prince Charming. 'Course I fell in love with him. Who wouldn't? He started taking me to places, buying me things, and I felt bad. I said to myself, Now here's a boy that really cares about you! Give him your honor! Come on! Like that was such a huge deal, come on! So I gave it to him and expected nothing but adoration from him. But he started to change. He cheated on me repeatedly, and ignoring me completely. He finally broke up with me but I discovered that I was pregnant. I went to tell him in all happiness. I was a good Christian girl. Family was my ideal, you know? But in stead, he offered me $30 000 to get out of town. I did, but stood really close by. I never crossed his path, sure. Come to think of it, I saw him one day. With you." She started glaring at me.
"Look, lady. Were you really pregnant or not?"
"Of course I was, little bitch."
She left. Oh, no you don't.
Dialing Doctor Meyer
After that, all my emotions caved in. Without a word said I turned back around and started walking really slowly. It soon transformed itself into a fast pace, then a jog and then a full on run. I ran away from everything: from him, from my broken heart, from love, from the drama, from everything that came to be so common to me in the last week, or last weeks. I couldn't even count the time that passed by anymore. It felt like years, the whole Joshua thing. I know that in reality it must have been less than two weeks, give or take a few days.
"Twy! Twylor! TWY!" I heard Bri yell after me. It didn't count anymore. Nothing did. If they thought, that I was going to take this lying down, boy were they wrong. I needed to at least figure out the whole truth about the baby. So I mentally replayed the whole conversation with Jacques. Only few words were really stuck in my head, words I didn't pay attention to during the so called conversation.
"Of course, like those gullible Christian girls, she wanted to have sex after marriage."Okay, so I had one clue. But there had to be something I overlooked.
Last year, Joshua was with a girl. She was 17 and he was 18. Her name was Rae Tores or some shit like that. By that age, he was pretty experienced in sex, with the high-school students who swooned over him. They appeared to be going strong. They even discussed engagements once."
Okay. So I had a name. Let's google her now. I took out my red Blackberry and started using my wi-fi. Okay, found her. Wow, she was pretty. Imagine this: blond, platinum blonde of course, blue eyes, freckles, everything that I didn't have. She looked really skinny too. Oh my.
I found a telephone number.
'Well Twy, I guess it's now or never.' And so I called.
Ring, riing, riiiing...
"Si?" She said.
"Um, hello. I'm, um, my name is Twylor Ashen Sawyer. I called you regarding Joshua Nickolas?"
"Don't know what you're talking about." She suddenly said aggressively.
"Wait, no! Please! Don't hang up! I really need your advice on something! Please!" I begged her.
"Fine. Meet me at Lipstick Cafe. I'll be there in an hour."
With that, she hanged up. Wait. An hour? That means she lives really close by. We'll just wait and see. I freshened up a bit and waited for her. The Cafe was really cool, it held a relaxed vibe. I'll definitely come back here. I waited and waited, then suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder.
And there she was. She looked like a model. Tight red sleeveless dress, golden high heels, you could almost see the lines of her underwear. Nasty.
"Um, hi. Rae?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's me. So, what about Josh?" She asked. Josh? Ew. He sounds.. different.
"Um, well. A friend of mine, told me about, um, about, well.." How could you tell a perfect stranger who dated your boyfriend that you knew about her baby?
"The baby?" She asked indifferently.
"Well, yes. And I am, interested in the full story because I want to run a cover on it." I lied. I couldn't tell her that I was dating him. She'd throw a fit.
"Well, it all started a few years ago. I was the nerdy, shy type of girl. No boy liked me, but he came by and looked like the perfect Prince Charming. 'Course I fell in love with him. Who wouldn't? He started taking me to places, buying me things, and I felt bad. I said to myself, Now here's a boy that really cares about you! Give him your honor! Come on! Like that was such a huge deal, come on! So I gave it to him and expected nothing but adoration from him. But he started to change. He cheated on me repeatedly, and ignoring me completely. He finally broke up with me but I discovered that I was pregnant. I went to tell him in all happiness. I was a good Christian girl. Family was my ideal, you know? But in stead, he offered me $30 000 to get out of town. I did, but stood really close by. I never crossed his path, sure. Come to think of it, I saw him one day. With you." She started glaring at me.
"Look, lady. Were you really pregnant or not?"
"Of course I was, little bitch."
She left. Oh, no you don't.
Dialing Doctor Meyer