Chapter 12

Rob's POV

I walked out of the arena with about twenty different emotions running rampant. I couldn't decide whether to be angry or hurt or upset or happy with Emily and OC.

"Argh!" I exclaimed, kicking my car tire in frustration. Yep, that's the emotion. Emotion hurts, or maybe it's just my foot that hurts.

"Dude, don't take it out on the car," Bah Harrington said, as he watched me hop on the opposite foot, shaking the pain out of my right one.

"Am I the only one who didn't know OC is dating my ex-girlfriend?" I inquired, moving to sit on the hood near where he was standing.

"I didn't know," Bah replied. "Ask Buzzy. He seems to know everything that's going on. Him, Rizzo, and Coxie get all the good gossip."

"Well, OC would tell Rizzo. They're best friends. Plus, Rizzo'd probably beat it out of OC," I stated. "Rizzo can't stand to not know what's going on."

"I don't think Rizzo would ever beat up anyone, especially OC," Bah responded. "After what he did to you, I don't think anyone's beating up OC."

"Maybe I should repay him for that," I muttered, getting up to unlock the car door.

"Don't even think about it, Mac," Bah warned. "Your ass will definitely be off the team if you and OC get into it again."

"So I won't do it on the ice," I suggested. "But, come on, this guy stole my girl twice. I should get some kind of vindication out of this."

"Don't do this to yourself," Bah said. "You and Emily have both moved on. Just let her and OC be happy."

"And what if I haven't moved on?" I demanded. "What if I want Emily back?"

"I don't think that's gonna happen," Bah voiced what I didn't want to here.

"I'm out of here," I said, climbing into the car and driving away.

I wound up driving home to see my parents that night. If OC was staying in our room, I didn't want to be there.

When I got to the dorms the next morning, I saw Jack sitting on this bed reading a book…of Frost poems. That's an odd sight if I'd ever seen one. Must have gotten that from Emily.

"Hey Mac," he greeted me when he heard me kick my shoes into the wall. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah, you," I snapped. "You couldn't leave it alone that you broke Emily and me up three years ago? You just had to get her to go out with you now?"

"You want me to say I'm sorry for what happened three years ago?" he inquired, his volume raising to the point where anyone on the floor could hear. "Fine, I'm sorry. I really am. Forgive me for thinking you'd be a big enough man to get over this."

"Well, forgive me for not getting over Emily as quickly as you so obviously did, but I loved her since I was 15," I shouted.

"And what, you just expected her to stay with you 'til death do us part'?" he questioned, somewhat facetiously.

"What do you know?" I muttered under my breath.

"What do I know?" he countered. I guess he heard me. "I know more than you think. Hell, I know more than you even know."

"Yeah, I highly doubt that," I spat out. "Please, enlighten me, O'Callahan. What could you possibly know that I don't?"

"Emma was pregnant when you two broke up," he said, lowering his voice. "That's why she left. You said it yourself, if she got pregnant, her mother would ship her off as far away as possible."

So not what I was expecting to hear.

"Mine or yours?" I asked in a whisper.

"Why would it be mine?" he asked.

"I don't know what you two were doing behind my back. For all I know it could be yours," I replied.

"She was about a month pregnant when I met her. She didn't find out until the week after I left," he explained.

"So, what happened? Where's the kid?" I questioned.

"Emma went into a premature labor a few months before she was due. She lost the baby pretty much right away," he answered.

"Why'd she tell you this?" I inquired, finding my anger and resentment toward him once again.

"Because…I don't know, honestly," he replied.

His thoughts and mine were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I got it," I mumbled, slowly jogging toward the door. "Emily, hi. What are you doing here?"

"Plane tickets," she replied, handing me two manila envelopes. "All your info is in there. Make sure Jack gets his, please."

"Sure thing," I said. "Can we talk?"

"What about?" she asked hesitantly.

"Just come inside," I told her, moving out of her way.

"No bloodshed. That's a good thing," she observed, making herself comfortable on the not-so-comfortable desk chair. "What are you two up to?"

"I was reading," Jack told her proudly. "Then Mac beat up the wall with his shoes and started to yell at me."

"I thought you promised me you wouldn't get mad at Robbie, Jack," she said angrily. This is gonna be good.

"I didn't!" OC said in his own defense. "I was sitting here, all quiet and minding my own business, when he came in and started yelling at me."

"Whatever," Emily muttered. "I'm not talking to you."

"Why me?" Jack asked exasperatedly, but never received an answer.

"Why do you want to talk to me, Rob?" she asked, turning her full attention to me.

"How could you never tell me you were pregnant?" I inquired. A look of shock overcame her face. I saw her shoot Jack a "how could you?" look, before she turned to face me again.

"It doesn't matter, anyway," Emily stated. "I lost the baby. Nothing for you to worry about," she added, slamming the door behind her.

"Smooth," Jack mumbled under his breath.

"Go to hell," I grumbled.


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