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Stop Pretending That You're Sorry
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The next few weeks passed as a dull blur, school, then Tucci, then home. Not that Tucci was dull or blurry, but we were spending less and less time together, but still as much as possible. Tucci was busy with work, he had started as a lifeguard at the local pool.
My morning sickness was off and on. Most of the time I found myself waking up in the middle of the night to vomit up what little shitty dinner I had been able to choke down.
I’d bought some grapefruit flavored bubble water, I had read online that drinking that might help. So far I didn’t see much of a difference, but I still downed bottle after bottle all the same.
John constantly gave me worried glances during class, I’d just roll my eyes or shake my head. Sometimes I’d just outright ignore him.
“God, this cafeteria smells like shit,” I said, pulling a grotesque face and covering my mouth with my hand.
Katie was quick to catch on. Without a moment’s loss she gripped my arm and tugged me in the direction of the bathroom. We made it just in time, allowing myself to spew into the toilet instead of the middle of the hallway this time.
“Regan, are you okay?” Katie sounded genuinely concerned as she dug out a bottle of water and minty fresh gum.
“Yeah, it’s just this stupid stomach sickness thing. Don’t worry, it’s not contagious.”
We were the only two in the bathroom, thank god. I didn’t need to be known forever as the barf girl. Soon enough I’d be the school slut for getting pregnant.
“If you ever need to talk to someone, I’m here you know. I won’t tell anyone any secrets. You can trust me.”
Katie was such a sweetheart. I was so glad to be friends with her.
“Look do you want me to have Jules bring your stuff down here, so you don’t have to go back to the cafeteria?”
“No, it’s fine,” I sighed, taking a few swigs of water before popping the gum into my mouth. “I’ve gotta go to my locker anyway.”
“Julia can do that for you, it’s no problem. I’ll just text her your locker number and the combination. What stuff do you need?”
“Math and English binders.”
“Alright,” she dug her iPhone out of her pocket and began texting Julia.
“It’s locker 139, the combo is 32, 24, 34.”
And Julia appeared about fifteen minutes later with exactly what I’d asked for. Maybe she wasn’t so bad as I kept making her out to be.
After school I met up with Tucci by the crown vic.
“Look, my boss just called. They need me to come in early, so I don’t have time to drop you off.”
“Oh it’s okay, I’ll walk.”
“Regan, you’re pregnant, I’m not making you walk home.”
“Jesus, I’m one month. The thing still looks like a sea monkey for god sake.”
“Babe, hear me out, hear me out. I’m gonna give you the keys so you can drive home. You can pick me up tomorrow morning on the way to school. Nah mean, Jellybean?”
Holy fuck, he was going to let me borrow his car? I actually was going to be able to drive for once? FUCK YES.
I pulled him into my arms and kissed his cheek.
“You are such a sweetheart,” I cooed.
He jingled the keys in front of my face.
“Wanna give me a lift to work, so you can see how it feels driving it?”
I was so fucking excited about that car. It’d been a while since I’d driven, but I was still an excellent driver, and the Crown Vic was nice. I was used to stick shift, but that was automatic. A nice change.
My morning sickness was off and on. Most of the time I found myself waking up in the middle of the night to vomit up what little shitty dinner I had been able to choke down.
I’d bought some grapefruit flavored bubble water, I had read online that drinking that might help. So far I didn’t see much of a difference, but I still downed bottle after bottle all the same.
John constantly gave me worried glances during class, I’d just roll my eyes or shake my head. Sometimes I’d just outright ignore him.
“God, this cafeteria smells like shit,” I said, pulling a grotesque face and covering my mouth with my hand.
Katie was quick to catch on. Without a moment’s loss she gripped my arm and tugged me in the direction of the bathroom. We made it just in time, allowing myself to spew into the toilet instead of the middle of the hallway this time.
“Regan, are you okay?” Katie sounded genuinely concerned as she dug out a bottle of water and minty fresh gum.
“Yeah, it’s just this stupid stomach sickness thing. Don’t worry, it’s not contagious.”
We were the only two in the bathroom, thank god. I didn’t need to be known forever as the barf girl. Soon enough I’d be the school slut for getting pregnant.
“If you ever need to talk to someone, I’m here you know. I won’t tell anyone any secrets. You can trust me.”
Katie was such a sweetheart. I was so glad to be friends with her.
“Look do you want me to have Jules bring your stuff down here, so you don’t have to go back to the cafeteria?”
“No, it’s fine,” I sighed, taking a few swigs of water before popping the gum into my mouth. “I’ve gotta go to my locker anyway.”
“Julia can do that for you, it’s no problem. I’ll just text her your locker number and the combination. What stuff do you need?”
“Math and English binders.”
“Alright,” she dug her iPhone out of her pocket and began texting Julia.
“It’s locker 139, the combo is 32, 24, 34.”
And Julia appeared about fifteen minutes later with exactly what I’d asked for. Maybe she wasn’t so bad as I kept making her out to be.
After school I met up with Tucci by the crown vic.
“Look, my boss just called. They need me to come in early, so I don’t have time to drop you off.”
“Oh it’s okay, I’ll walk.”
“Regan, you’re pregnant, I’m not making you walk home.”
“Jesus, I’m one month. The thing still looks like a sea monkey for god sake.”
“Babe, hear me out, hear me out. I’m gonna give you the keys so you can drive home. You can pick me up tomorrow morning on the way to school. Nah mean, Jellybean?”
Holy fuck, he was going to let me borrow his car? I actually was going to be able to drive for once? FUCK YES.
I pulled him into my arms and kissed his cheek.
“You are such a sweetheart,” I cooed.
He jingled the keys in front of my face.
“Wanna give me a lift to work, so you can see how it feels driving it?”
I was so fucking excited about that car. It’d been a while since I’d driven, but I was still an excellent driver, and the Crown Vic was nice. I was used to stick shift, but that was automatic. A nice change.