You Leave Me Breathless

[Trinity]

Lunch went great! I can’t believe that Mikey’s mom actually likes me! And that she’s so nice! I think Mikey was as surprised as I was, but now we’re in the car again he looks like he’s about to shit himself. Better find out what that phone call was about.

“So...what are you hiding?” I mused

“Uh, promise you won’t freak out, okay?” Mikey said hesitantly

“That’s the second time you’ve said that today,” I laughed

“I’m serious!” Mikey insisted

I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Shoot,” I smiled

“Frank thinks Peyton’s pregnant,” Mikey blurted

My jaw dropped. There is no way he just said what I thought he said.

“W-What did you just say?” I stuttered

“Peyton’s been hiding it from you, but she’s been throwing up for the past couple of days. Frank said he thought she was on the pill and she thought he was using condoms. I told them to buy a load of tests. We’ll find out when we get back to yours,” Mikey explained

“Pull the car over,” I growled

“Why?” Mikey asked, confused

“Pull the fucking car over, or I’ll do it myself,” I said through gritted teeth

Mikey sighed but did as I said. I got out the car, slamming the door shut, before throwing my head back and screaming loudly. I got a lot of stares from passers-by, but they didn’t say anything, I’m guessing they saw my angry face and clenched fists. I kept the yell going until I had no breath left, and I just stood there panting. How the fuck could Peyton be pregnant? What kind of cruel trick is fate playing?

“You okay?” Mikey asked softly, getting out the car

“Do I look fucking okay?” I spat

“Don’t take it out on me,” Mikey frowned

“I’ll take it out on whoever the fuck I want. Just be glad I’m not fighting!” I snarled

“Get in the car, Trinity,” Mikey sighed

“Don’t tell me what to do!” I said angrily

“Don’t you want to find out if Peyton’s knocked up?” Mikey retorted

I sent him my best death glare, and his resolve crumpled. Hah.

“Please, Trinity. I want to know as much as you do. And I’m sure Peyton needs you right now,” Mikey said softly

Silently, I got back in the car, arms folded over my chest. Mood swing, I know. But I can’t control them at the moment. Never quit smoking cold turkey, it fucks you up, seriously. Mikey got in the car too, and started the engine. About half an hour later Mikey pulled up in front of the apartment. I couldn’t get out the car fast enough, and ran up the stairs. Mikey slowly walked up as I hammered my fists on the door, relieved when the door opened.

But it was Frank.

He saw the fury in my eyes and stepped backwards, but I punched him hard in the stomach, making him double over as the wind left his body.

“What was that for?” he wheezed

“You know fucking well what for. Where’s my sister?” I spat

“Bedroom,” Frank grunted

Mikey helped his friend stand upright as I stomped to my sister’s bedroom door. I froze as I heard our favourite punk bands Clockwork Crew, Monster Squad and The Dead Pets playing. How is she doing them all at once? Pushing open the door, I realized she had her iPod dock playing Clockwork Crew, her phone blaring Monster Squad and her laptop playing The Dead Pets. I rushed over to my sister, who was lying flat on her back, six plastic white sticks lying on the table next to her.

“I’m going to fucking kill Frank,” I growled, pulling Peyton into a hug

“I haven’t looked at them yet, y’know,” Peyton smiled

“Why the fuck not?” I asked, confused

“Wanted to wait till you came back,” Peyton replied weakly

I took her hands in mine.

“Let’s look then,” I said firmly

Peyton and I leant over to look at the sticks on the table. All six said…not pregnant. Well, three unhappy faces, one no and two not pregnant’s. But you get the point. Peyton grinned and threw her arms round my neck. I just squealed, hugging her back.

“I’m so relieved!” Peyton giggled, wiping a couple of tears from her eyes

“Can you imagine another us running around?” I laughed, pulling out of the hug

"Fuck no!" Peyton chuckled

"It'd be hell on earth for every male," I smirked

“FRANK!” Peyton yelled

I got up off the bed and turned all the music off. Frank burst into the room, Mikey close behind him.

“What are the results?” Frank asked nervously

“I’m not pregnant. It must be food poisoning or something,” Peyton grinned

Frank grinned too and ran forward, kissing her deeply. Mikey and I took the hint to leave the room, heading down the corridor and into mine.

“Why did you treat me like crap earlier, Trin?” Mikey asked softly, sitting down on my bed

“Mood swing,” I shrugged, standing between his legs

“That’s not really excuse,” Mikey frowned

“Well it’s the truth,” I retorted, narrowing my eyes

“Fuck, I can’t wait till you’re over your cravings,” Mikey grumbled

I laughed at how frustrated he looked.

“Don’t laugh at me! I’m serious! All you do is bitch and snap at me, and I hate it!” Mikey exasperated

I pushed out of his arms, folding mine over my chest. No-one talks to me like that. No-one. Mikey’s eyes widened as he seemed to realise his mistake.

“I didn’t mean it like that, Trin...”

“Shut the fuck up, and get the fuck out of my apartment,” I interrupted, my tone cold

Mikey looked defeated as he stood up.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” Mikey sighed

“Whatever,” I muttered, staring him down

“I love you,” Mikey said softly

“That’s nice to know,” I sneered

With hurt in his eyes, Mikey left the room. I groaned and laid face first down on my bed, waiting till I heard the front door open and close to groan into my pillow. This was not how I thought the day would go. Why do I have to fuck everything up?