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Chapter 3: Almost Is Never Enough

Almost two weeks had gone by since Miles and Lola's conversation and they'd barely spoken since. They saw each other at play rehearsals and passed each other in the hall, but not much else. Miles occasionally texted Lola to ask how she was feeling, but their conversations remained brief and uncomfortable. They were both still kind of pretending this wasn't happening, though they couldn't ignore reality for much longer.

Miles had gone to visit Tristan a handful of times in the last couple weeks, but still hadn't confessed anything. Miles tried to get the words to come out, but just couldn't- he felt guilty even looking at him. But Miles knew he had to tell Tristan the truth sooner or later. Zoe hadn't said anything yet, but Miles didn't doubt she would.

Other than Zoe, no one seemed to know about the pregnancy besides Miles and Lola. Both were dreading having to tell their parents- and Frankie- eventually.

Monday evening after rehearsal, Miles went straight to the hospital to see Tristan. He'd sort of avoided Lola as much as he could during rehearsal, only saying lines and the usual "hi, bye." Lately, Miles had considered quitting. It certainly seemed like bad timing for the two of them to be starring in a play together. Besides, he was kind of worried about Lola working too hard, though he hadn't told her this.

He stepped into Tristan's hospital wing and gasped at what he saw- Tristan was walking!

"That's amazing," Miles said, beaming. "You're amazing!"

"His goal is to make it to the play," Mrs. Milligan said, setting aside Tristan's crutches and helping him sit back down.

"YES-THAT'S-RIGHT," Tristan said through the computer voice device that he'd been using to communicate. Miles and Tristan had nicknamed it WALL-E.

Suddenly, Miles felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. "Hey, Mrs. Milligan," he said quietly, not looking at Tristan. "Do you think Tris and I could have uh, a minute alone?"

Mrs. Milligan nodded and headed towards the hallway. "But no funny business," she reminded them, half-jokingly.

Miles waited until she was safely out of earshot to say anything. "Tris," he muttered. "I- I need to tell you something..."

Tristan looked at him worriedly but didn't say anything.

Finally, Miles just spit it out. "I cheated," he said. "Once. I hooked up with Lola, I'm so sorry-"

Tristan didn't look at him for a minute. Then, he sighed. He looked hurt, but he didn't seem angry. "I-KIND-OF-FIGURED."

"Wha-what?" Miles said.

Tristan shrugged. "YOU-WERE-SPENDING-A-LOT-OF-TIME-TOGETHER-FOR-THE-PLAY." He paused. "PLUS-I-WAS-KIND-OF-IN-A-COMA-FOR-THREE-WHOLE-MONTHS."

Miles looked at Tristan with confusion. "Do you- do you hate me?"

Tristan shook his head. "BUT-DID-YOU... DID-YOU-LOVE-HER?"

Miles bit his lip. "Yeah, I guess," he said honestly. "I couldn't have made it through everything without her."

Tristan nodded. Those words had hurt, Miles could tell. "WHO-DO-YOU-WANT-TO-BE-WITH?"

"You," Miles said instinctively. "I know it sounds messed up, Tris... but, everything was about you." He bit his lip. "Even Lola." He didn't quite believe the words coming out of his mouth, but it seemed like the right thing to say.

Tristan nodded. "OKAY."

Miles was shocked. ""Okay"?" he said in disbelief. "But I- I cheated on you..."

Tristan sighed. "IT-WAS-JUST-ONCE-RIGHT?"

Miles nodded. "But um, Tris, there's something else." If the cheating confession hadn't broken them, this just might. "Lola- she's um, well... she's pregnant. And it's mine."

Tristan let go of Miles' hand. "HOW-LONG-HAVE-YOU-KNOWN?"

Miles looked at him, puzzled. He had expected him to say something else. "Uh, a few weeks, I guess," he said quietly.

Tristan shook his head, laughing under his breath. "SO-NOT-ONLY-DID-YOU-CHEAT... YOU-LIED-TO-ME-ABOUT-THIS-TOO."

Miles tried to find the words. "I wanted to tell you, Tris, I did. But-"

"I'M-DONE-WITH-YOUR-EXCUSES." Tristan looked away, a pained look on his face. "I-CAN'T-DO-THIS. WE'RE-DONE."

Miles opened his mouth to say something, but instead just turned to walk out the door. "Take care, Tris," he said, tearing up. "Take care."