A/N: I usually give up on stories after about a chapter, but I've managed to write three within 24 hours and I'm super eager to start writing the fourth. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, I'm really enjoying writing this story and it's good to know that people are enjoying reading it, too! So thanks for that, keep reading and reviewing - it means a lot! 3


Honestly? Jeff had kind of expected everyone to pounce on him at once. He was expecting a lynch mob and a dozen more punches from the six people standing before him.

He certainly wasn't expecting absolute silence.

Annie looked hurt. Britta looked pissed. Shirley looked like she was ready to kill. Troy looked shocked. Pierce looked confused. And Abed? Well, Abed looked like he was enjoying the show - and he probably was. To Mr 'Our Life is a TV show' this was probably the best fucking thing that could have possibly happened.

It felt like no-one had said anything for hours, and Jeff honestly didn't want to be the one to break the silence. Of everyone there, he was probably the only one who should be saying something; he should be defending himself, explaining this was all some huge mistake.

So he would.

He'd open his mouth and he'd explain that yes he slept with both Britta and Annie but he hadn't meant to hurt them. He hadn't told either of them it meant anything, and although he really was a selfish jerk, he technically hadn't done anything wrong.

What he actually said?

"I'm sorry."

And he freaking mumbled it, without sounding sorry at all.

The staring continued, and Jeff kind of wished he could return to his game of Bejewelled. But his God damn phone was on the God damn floor and he wouldn't be surprised if it was smashed. And whereas he kind of deserved the punch, his phone certainly didn't deserve the damage.

"Listen. Okay, yes, I slept with Britta and then two weeks later I slept with Annie. But it's not like either of them complained at the time!"

He really wasn't helping himself. The words were practically spilling out of his mouth of their own accord, and he could do nothing to stop them.

"It's not like I planned for this to happen. But I'm not going to apologise for having sex with two hot women - okay, well, technically I just did. But that's because..."

He had to get out of there. He was trying his hardest to brush it off as nothing, but he was still well aware of the fact that Annie was nineteen; well aware of the fact he was in deep shit for this.


One of the things Jeff had said the morning after they'd had sex was ringing through Annie's head as she stared at her friends, feeling more judged than she ever had in her life (And as someone who'd had a mental breakdown and ran through a glass door screaming about robots...That was saying something).

"If anyone were to ever find out about this, I would be tarred, feathered and put on one of those websites people check when they're buying a house."

"Because of what, Jeff?"

She knew. They all probably knew. He'd apologised because he felt guilty, because she was nineteen and he felt like a creep. But that just wasn't fair on her.

Annie wasn't some child who had felt like she needed to have sex with an older man just to prove something to the world. She wasn't a child at all, in fact, and she hadn't had sex with Jeff to prove anything, she wasn't that kind of person.

When Annie had returned to Greendale campus after almost leaving for Delaware, she'd had one thing on her mind: Jeff Winger. Whereas she might have felt like she belong at Greendale, and she needed the study group around her, she hadn't been able to imagine being hundreds of miles away from Jeff.

Of course, she'd never said any of this out loud, especially to him, but there was something about Jeff that had made her want to return, and she'd slept with him because...Well, because she wanted him; she needed him and she wanted him, and even though Annie Edison didn't 'just have sex', in the moment it had felt like the right thing to do.

And now there he was admitting that he was 'sorry' that he'd slept with her because she was only nineteen. And that almost hurt more than being ignored for three months, it really did.

"Because I'm 19?"

They hadn't been drunk and whereas he could just write it off as a mistake, Annie didn't want to think of it that way. Everything was such a mess, and she really didn't know how to jump from this point to the point she actually needed to make...Especially with everyone standing around watching them.

God, this was messed up.

But this was it. She was going to do it; she was going to tell him, what did it matter if the group were around to witness it? It wasn't like they could do anything about it, and they wouldn't be mad at her for it.

"I'm not a child, Jeff. In fact-"


He needed some fucking air.

Annie had to bring up the age thing, didn't she? That was the problem, and that would always be the problem; she was nineteen, he was thirty-one, and he didn't want to come across as some creep. He needed to cut her off before she said something he didn't want to hear; he couldn't think of anything that would make up for the age thing, so he wasn't going to give her a chance to even finish whatever the fuck she thought would make it better.

"Annie. We'll talk later, okay? I need some air."

"Please Jeff. This can't wa-"

"Oh, I'm sure it can."

He was being a massive dick and part of him couldn't figure out why the other five members of the group couldn't just intervene and stop Annie from saying whatever it was she was going to regret.

But no-one was fucking helping and he couldn't deal with this.

He didn't even look back as he left the study room.


Annie was crying in the bathroom when Britta found her.

And honestly? Britta was a little surprised. Sure, Jeff had been a massive asshole, but Britta honestly didn't think Annie would be that affected by it.

"Annie...I know that Jeff Winger is the world's biggest tool, but is he really worth crying over?"

Britta had heard the story about Annie's gay high school boyfriend; she knew she hadn't exactly given her virginity up to Jeff, so what was the big deal? Sex was sex. Girls could have meaningless sex if they wanted to, it wasn't just a guy thing. And Britta was just about to get into a rant about that when she saw Annie nodding feebly.

"Oookay, well what's the big deal? If you're embarrassed that you had sex with him there's no need to be. Plenty of people have sex that doesn't-"

"I'm pregnant."

What. The. Fuck.

Okay, Britta certainly hadn't seen that one coming. Jeff Winger was like the freaking king of condoms; the amount of sex he had, Britta figured he probably had a draw full of them.

Unplanned pregnancies were people on Jeff Winger's list of biggest fears...Knocking up his nineteen year old friend? Yeah, he was going to freak.

"And you're sure it's-"

"I didn't sleep with Vaughn, Britta. Or anyone. Unless my high school boyfriend got me pregnant and it's just catching up with me now, it's definitely Jeff's." The brunette was sniffling, looking at her friend for support, but Britta really didn't know how to give her any.

Despite what she may have said at the Tranny Dance, Britta knew that she didn't love Jeff, but that didn't make this situation any easier.

And with a life as planned and organised as Annie Edison's? She didn't imagine Annie was finding this very easy, either.

"How long have you known?"

" I found out after three weeks. It was a little soon for things to be completely accurate, but I hadn't been feeling great. When the test was positive I went to my gynaecologist, and she just confirmed it. I tried texting Jeff and calling Jeff and going to Jeff's apartment, but he avoided me all summer."

After a short pause, Annie realised she hadn't answered the question at all.

"So about nine weeks."

"Jesus, Annie."


In the parking lot, completely unaware of anything, Jeff stood by his Lexus, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Did Annie have to just blurt it out like that? He understood that she was mad, but still. Now the entire group were going to think he was a heartless jerk (And even though he was, that didn't mean he wanted it advertising).

But he supposed she was right: they needed to talk.

And if she was going to keep running her mouth like that?

Sooner was probably a lot better than later.