Chapter Two: 2:15 PM
"Brooke, are you going to Rachel's party this Friday?" Vanessa asked, trying to keep up with Brooke's pace.
"Party?" Brooke asked, coming to a halt and turning towards Vanessa, "What Party?"
"Rachel Snider's party, she's passing out fliers..." Vanessa offered.
"Do you have one of these...fliers?"
"Uhm...I think..." Vanessa said as she rummaged through her polluted backpack. "Slimfast bar, pencil, note from fourth period, Chemistry test...ah, here it is," She said, pulling out a flier the color of a crayon. Brooke snached the paper and read it over.
"Who's going to this party?" She questioned.
"Uhm, I hear everyone is..." Vanessa replied.
"No, not everyone, Vanessa, everyone BUT Brooke McCalley," Brooke stated, turning around and walking towards the Junior parking lot. She picked up her cellphone and speed-dialed Cammryn.
"Cammie? Brooke. Did you hear about this party?" Brooke asked, unlocking her yellow Volkswagon Beetle.
"No, I didn't either. Well, are you going? Paris? Why Paris? Oh, yeah, Sebastian. He what? Oh...wow. That's great! I'm so happy for you. No, I wasn't planning on going. Oh, alright, well I'll see you around, maybe we can go to Veronica's later on, I need a Deep Tissue Massage. Okay. Kisses." Brooke said, then closed her phone and started the Bug. She put the top down, and looked over at Vanessa.
"I have a hair appointment at 2:55, what do you want to do until then?" She asked.
"We can go shopping..." Vanessa said.
"Naaah, let's go to Starbucks, I need a Latte..."
The little bug spun out of the parking lot and flew down Welling Road towards for Starbucks.
"Have you talked to Julian since you all, you know?" Brooke asked Vanessa.
"No, he seems to be avoiding me..."
"I told you that he would, men are such scum..."
"Well, yeah..." Vanessa said.
"Well what?"
"I...I think...nah, I'm not sure..."
"You think what, V?"
"I'm not positive, but I think I'm pregnant..."
"WHAT! Didn't Health class teach you anything about protection?"
"I did. Well, I thought I did. I forgot my pill that day, and...well, he used a condom...but I remember him mumbling to it about something and then he kept going..."
"What did he mumble?"
"Something like 'damn condom, can't you at least go for fifteen minutes' or something like that..."
"V! How long have you been late?"
"About three days now..." She answered glummly.
"Have you seen your gyno?"
"No, but I've got an appointment for Thursday, I was thinking of going to Rachel's on Friday to see if Julian was there."
"No, you're not going to Rachel's, and you're not talking to him about at a party while he's most-likely hammered..."
"Well how else do you expect me to go about this?"
"Hold up a second..." Brooke said, pulling out her cellphone and dialing a number.
"Julian? Brooke. What are you doing right now? Really? Well good, stay there." She said, flipping her clamshell phone and putting it back in the cupholder. She turned to Vanessa and said, "He's here," as she parked her bug.
Vanessa's stomach got queezy, which she wasn't sure if it was her nerves, or her child. She shut the door to the Beetle, and walked with Brooke to Starbucks. Brooke opened the door, and they both walked in. Brooke scanned the room for Julian, which she found in the back sitting on a couch reading a magazine. Brooke walked over to him, Vannesa in toe, and sat down next to him, Vanessa talking the other side.
"Hello Brooke. Vanessa. What's up?"
Vanessa wanted to scream "YOU GOT ME PREGNANT, THAT'S WHAT'S UP!!" but instead offered a "we need to talk." Just the words made Julian cringe.
"Before you two start, I'm going to get a waiter..." Brooke smiled. She looked over at a handsome brunette boy and motioned him over with her finger. He came and asked everyone what they wanted, "Mocha Latte, for me, and...V?"
"I'd like a Iced Cappacino, with whipped cream..." The waited nodded, smiled, and walked off.
"What would you ladies like to talk to me about?" Julian asked, setting his magazine on the coffee table.
"Last week..." Vanessa replied.
"What about it?" Julian asked.
Vanessa looked at Brooke, her eyes swelling with tears. Brooke took this as a 'save me' and offered some help.
"Julian, I know this may be a little hard right now...but...Vanessa thinks she pregnant, with your child..."
"WHAT!" Julian said, trying his harded to be quiet.
"I'm not sure if I am or not-"
"When will you know?"
"This Thursday."
"Can I come with you?"
"What?"
"Well it's my kid too, isn't it?"
"Well, yes, but I don't-"
"I'm coming with you, what time?" Julian interupted.
"Four."
"Alright. I'll be there," Julian said as the waiter delivered the drinks.
"Brooke, are you going to Rachel's party this Friday?" Vanessa asked, trying to keep up with Brooke's pace.
"Party?" Brooke asked, coming to a halt and turning towards Vanessa, "What Party?"
"Rachel Snider's party, she's passing out fliers..." Vanessa offered.
"Do you have one of these...fliers?"
"Uhm...I think..." Vanessa said as she rummaged through her polluted backpack. "Slimfast bar, pencil, note from fourth period, Chemistry test...ah, here it is," She said, pulling out a flier the color of a crayon. Brooke snached the paper and read it over.
"Who's going to this party?" She questioned.
"Uhm, I hear everyone is..." Vanessa replied.
"No, not everyone, Vanessa, everyone BUT Brooke McCalley," Brooke stated, turning around and walking towards the Junior parking lot. She picked up her cellphone and speed-dialed Cammryn.
"Cammie? Brooke. Did you hear about this party?" Brooke asked, unlocking her yellow Volkswagon Beetle.
"No, I didn't either. Well, are you going? Paris? Why Paris? Oh, yeah, Sebastian. He what? Oh...wow. That's great! I'm so happy for you. No, I wasn't planning on going. Oh, alright, well I'll see you around, maybe we can go to Veronica's later on, I need a Deep Tissue Massage. Okay. Kisses." Brooke said, then closed her phone and started the Bug. She put the top down, and looked over at Vanessa.
"I have a hair appointment at 2:55, what do you want to do until then?" She asked.
"We can go shopping..." Vanessa said.
"Naaah, let's go to Starbucks, I need a Latte..."
The little bug spun out of the parking lot and flew down Welling Road towards for Starbucks.
"Have you talked to Julian since you all, you know?" Brooke asked Vanessa.
"No, he seems to be avoiding me..."
"I told you that he would, men are such scum..."
"Well, yeah..." Vanessa said.
"Well what?"
"I...I think...nah, I'm not sure..."
"You think what, V?"
"I'm not positive, but I think I'm pregnant..."
"WHAT! Didn't Health class teach you anything about protection?"
"I did. Well, I thought I did. I forgot my pill that day, and...well, he used a condom...but I remember him mumbling to it about something and then he kept going..."
"What did he mumble?"
"Something like 'damn condom, can't you at least go for fifteen minutes' or something like that..."
"V! How long have you been late?"
"About three days now..." She answered glummly.
"Have you seen your gyno?"
"No, but I've got an appointment for Thursday, I was thinking of going to Rachel's on Friday to see if Julian was there."
"No, you're not going to Rachel's, and you're not talking to him about at a party while he's most-likely hammered..."
"Well how else do you expect me to go about this?"
"Hold up a second..." Brooke said, pulling out her cellphone and dialing a number.
"Julian? Brooke. What are you doing right now? Really? Well good, stay there." She said, flipping her clamshell phone and putting it back in the cupholder. She turned to Vanessa and said, "He's here," as she parked her bug.
Vanessa's stomach got queezy, which she wasn't sure if it was her nerves, or her child. She shut the door to the Beetle, and walked with Brooke to Starbucks. Brooke opened the door, and they both walked in. Brooke scanned the room for Julian, which she found in the back sitting on a couch reading a magazine. Brooke walked over to him, Vannesa in toe, and sat down next to him, Vanessa talking the other side.
"Hello Brooke. Vanessa. What's up?"
Vanessa wanted to scream "YOU GOT ME PREGNANT, THAT'S WHAT'S UP!!" but instead offered a "we need to talk." Just the words made Julian cringe.
"Before you two start, I'm going to get a waiter..." Brooke smiled. She looked over at a handsome brunette boy and motioned him over with her finger. He came and asked everyone what they wanted, "Mocha Latte, for me, and...V?"
"I'd like a Iced Cappacino, with whipped cream..." The waited nodded, smiled, and walked off.
"What would you ladies like to talk to me about?" Julian asked, setting his magazine on the coffee table.
"Last week..." Vanessa replied.
"What about it?" Julian asked.
Vanessa looked at Brooke, her eyes swelling with tears. Brooke took this as a 'save me' and offered some help.
"Julian, I know this may be a little hard right now...but...Vanessa thinks she pregnant, with your child..."
"WHAT!" Julian said, trying his harded to be quiet.
"I'm not sure if I am or not-"
"When will you know?"
"This Thursday."
"Can I come with you?"
"What?"
"Well it's my kid too, isn't it?"
"Well, yes, but I don't-"
"I'm coming with you, what time?" Julian interupted.
"Four."
"Alright. I'll be there," Julian said as the waiter delivered the drinks.