Brandon and I had broken up a while ago. I was now happily dating Wyatt. Wyatt and I had our ups and downs but we weren't brother and sister and he cared about me so I stuck with him. Every day coming home and seeing Brandon it was so hard. It was so hard to not just run over to him and let him cradle me in his arms. After school Wyatt drove me to my work at the burger shack.
"You've been acting odd lately Callie."
"No I haven't."
"You aren't as sarcastic as usual and you never want to do anything fun anymore."
"We do plenty of fun things Wyatt…"
"You know what I mean."
I reached for my door but Wyatt quickly locked the car.
"Not so fast Callie! You tell me what's going on!"
Right when I was about to spit back an angry remarked I leaned forward and barfed all over Wyatt. CRAP. His expression suddenly changed into shock.
"Callie you're not… pregnant are you?"
I was and what's worse was… it wasn't his baby.