Surprise, Surprise
Cezille07
Disclaimer: MA? Not mine! I only have the plot to own.
He didn't move.
"Erm, uh, sorry," Elena whispered to his knee as she scrambled to her feet. How humiliating!
She had to slip right in front of him.
"Really," she asserted, and hurried to pick up her scattered things.
He bent down to help her, and looked at some of her book titles.
"College Algebra?" he asked, looking from the dusty cover to her perplexed expression. "You're in college?" You must be a freshman. Algebra. Ugh that sucks.
"Yes," she answered meekly, and dumped the items into her backpack. Why now? Why her? It could have been anybody else!
"I'm Zick," he said, offering a hand.
She shook it cautiously. "I know. Everyone knows."
"They don't know who I am." There was but a hint of mystery in his voice. "I'll let you know."
"Huh?"
"You're welcome in my world."
"What...do you mean?" Despite herself, and despite everything everyone said about this mysterious person, she found herself curious and open.
An hour elapsed.
He was still sleeping—soundly, thank God!
Perhaps it was the dim light, or she was going out of her mind, but in that one moment, he looked peaceful and satisfied. With her? With what happened?
She crept out of the room, dragging her half-torn clothes behind her, and clutching her robe tightly.
She had a bad feeling in her guts.
She needed to vomit...
Another hour elapsed.
"Elena?" he called, reaching for the other half of the bed, which he found was unoccupied. "Elena?"
He got up, panicked.
"She's gone." The realization came faster than he thought. It was only to be expected. Now she knew the truth about him.
If his parents, or anyone else for that matter, found out—well, he hadn't gone that far with the planning. Selling himself to stay in college. Pathetic!
But he didn't need to bother. Everyone knows, she said. So everyone knew about him, his addiction, his secrets, his life.
What did he know?
To get money out of unsuspecting college girls?
God, he did have a conscience. At least for now. He felt genuinely bad about that girl. She was nothing like the others.
She was innocent. She knew nothing.
So where was she?
A month passed.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Yes? Oh, you're looking for Zick? He's in the living room, come in." His mother's greeting were unusually warm. They never had any visitors.
"Zick," said a cool female voice.
He looked up against his will.
It might have been Elena, except for the bulging stomach and the additional pounds. Her hair, her whole image, it was different, unkempt, a far cry from the clumsy college freshman he met.
"You'll support me, won't you?"
The question took a long time to sink in. He hadn't planned this far.
It was never supposed to go this far.
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