"Mom" I sigh, "I really need to talk to you."
"What's the matter baby?" she asks concerned.
"I…um…" Gosh, this is going to be a lot harder to talk about than I thought. "I broke up with Wade."
"I'm sorry to hear that" she says softly "I know you really liked him. What happened?"
"He… cheated" I admit as my voice cracks.
"Well" she sighs "Better now than later. Now you know that he's no good you can put yourself back out there."
Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen for at least another nine months assuming I am in fact pregnant with Wade Kinsella's baby.
"I know it's hard honey" she adds.
"Yeah" I sigh. Should I tell her?
"Hey" she adds. "How about I go down there for a visit. I miss you. We haven't seen each other since Christmas."
Oh God, Christmas, when me and Wade got together officially. I was so happy then. He was so happy then. How did it all go so wrong so quickly?
"Zoe? Zoe? Are you there sweetie?"
"Yes" I respond. "Yes, that- um, that would be great mom."
"Is anything else bothering you honey?"
Damn, she's good.
"No" I answer quickly. "Just my cheating bastard of an ex-boyfriend."
"You know" my mother says in an excited voice that worries me for some reason "I heard you're ex-boyfriend from med school is single again. I'm friends with his mother I could talk to her…"
Oh God, no. He is the last person, well besides Wade, that I want to be in a relationship with right now.
"I think I need some time" I explain.
"Okay" my mother answers. But deep down inside I know she isn't going to drop this. I roll my eyes. The doorbell rings providing a nice distraction from my mother playing matchmaker.
"I have to go" I say as I walk over to the front door. "Talk to you later?"
"Of course sweetie" she says softly. "Feel better."
"Hello" I say as I open the door. "Oh crap, not you."
"I just thought I'd bring something over for you."
"Brownies? You brought brownies. Lemon Breeland is giving me pity brownies. My life has hit a new low."
"Whatever" she responds as she hands them to me.
"Thank you" I nod regretting my bitchiness.
"You're welcome" she answers acting uncharacteristically gracious.
"I brought something for you too" Annabeth adds handing me a pie.
"It's peach. My grandmother's recipe."
"Thank you" I say. "This was very nice of both of you. Lavon and I will be all set with baked goods for a long time."
They both look around uncomfortably and I realize that bringing up Lavon in front of them was probably not the best idea.
"Um, how is he doing?" Annabeth asks.
"Better than me" I sigh. "I mean, good. Good. He's doing good."
"Well that's good" Annabeth replies nodding awkwardly.
"Well we should get going" Lemon adds.
"Okay" I nod. "Thanks for the food."
"No problem" Annabeth says merrily as they walk away.
This is going to be a long week, this nagging worry in the back of my mind that I can only talk to Lavon about, everyone in town pitying me. I need a drink… But wait, I can't. Damn it.
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