Jeff stood in front of room 208. His heart started to race, as he raised his hand to knock on the door, but quickly stopped himself. His heart wasn't the only thing that sped up, his breathing had also gotten faster.
"Damn it! She's not supposed to get this reaction from me!" He growled softly, going to knock again, but stopping his hand in midair, nervously. "She's just a girl! What am I afraid of?" He took a deep breath, knocking again. A few moments later the door opened.
"Can I help you?" Trish asked softly, the door was open a crack, and he couldn't even see her.
"Trish, its me." He paused. "Open the door." He said gently, but demandingly. She sighed in protest, and fling the door open, sitting on her bed, he shook his head walking in, and shutting the door.
"What's up drama queen?" He smiled at the obvious frown that crossed her face.
"Don't call me that."
"Why not?" The blonde stared at him for a moment, her eyes sweeping over his white sleeveless T-shirt, purple boxers, and Nike sandals he wore. She shook her head, lying back on the bed, laughing loudly. "What's so funny?"
"You!" Now it was his turn to frown. He opened his mouth, to reply with an insult, but stopped himself.
"I came to talk to you." Trish nodded, sitting up, she motioned for him to sit across from her in a chair. Jeff looked at her for a moment, then walked across the room slowly sitting down.
"What do you want to talk about rainbow?"
"Well, remember how you said you were pregnant?" Trish nodded, and flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder. He gulped, watching her hair fall perfectly on her shoulder, an amused grin played upon her lips, as she noticed him checking her out.
"I am pregnant. And I'm sure you're the father, I'm not a slut, Jeff. I don't sleep around. Matter of fact, I haven't sleep with anyone for a while, only you." Jeff licked his now dry lips, and coughed.
"I'm not denying that I'm the father. I just, we need to figure out what we're going to do."
"You're going to dump Beth, and ask me out." She scooted back on the bed, grinning at him. He sighed, shaking his head at her.
"You make me think."
"Think about what?" He looked down at the floor, shaking his head again, hearing the smile in her voice. He looked up, meeting her stare.
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" She asked, getting another amused grin on her face.
"Extreme stuff."
"Damn it! She's not supposed to get this reaction from me!" He growled softly, going to knock again, but stopping his hand in midair, nervously. "She's just a girl! What am I afraid of?" He took a deep breath, knocking again. A few moments later the door opened.
"Can I help you?" Trish asked softly, the door was open a crack, and he couldn't even see her.
"Trish, its me." He paused. "Open the door." He said gently, but demandingly. She sighed in protest, and fling the door open, sitting on her bed, he shook his head walking in, and shutting the door.
"What's up drama queen?" He smiled at the obvious frown that crossed her face.
"Don't call me that."
"Why not?" The blonde stared at him for a moment, her eyes sweeping over his white sleeveless T-shirt, purple boxers, and Nike sandals he wore. She shook her head, lying back on the bed, laughing loudly. "What's so funny?"
"You!" Now it was his turn to frown. He opened his mouth, to reply with an insult, but stopped himself.
"I came to talk to you." Trish nodded, sitting up, she motioned for him to sit across from her in a chair. Jeff looked at her for a moment, then walked across the room slowly sitting down.
"What do you want to talk about rainbow?"
"Well, remember how you said you were pregnant?" Trish nodded, and flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder. He gulped, watching her hair fall perfectly on her shoulder, an amused grin played upon her lips, as she noticed him checking her out.
"I am pregnant. And I'm sure you're the father, I'm not a slut, Jeff. I don't sleep around. Matter of fact, I haven't sleep with anyone for a while, only you." Jeff licked his now dry lips, and coughed.
"I'm not denying that I'm the father. I just, we need to figure out what we're going to do."
"You're going to dump Beth, and ask me out." She scooted back on the bed, grinning at him. He sighed, shaking his head at her.
"You make me think."
"Think about what?" He looked down at the floor, shaking his head again, hearing the smile in her voice. He looked up, meeting her stare.
"Stuff."
"What kind of stuff?" She asked, getting another amused grin on her face.
"Extreme stuff."