Chapter Fifty Four
I smiled as John Fenning slid in beside me at the cafeteria later that day.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I'm good," he responded. "How are you doing?"
"Sawyer slept with Jenny before we were married," I revealed.
"That stupid bastard. Are you splitting?" he asked curiously.
"I don't think so. We can't really."
"Callie…" he began.
I looked at him closely. He looked tense and slightly intimidated. The hundreds of teenagers surrounding us seemed to make him even more nervous.
"John, what's up?" I asked curiously, placing a hand on his shoulder. I withdrew it quickly.
"Are you pregnant?" he asked, lowering his voice at the last word.
"Yeah," I said easily. I figured that all of Tree Hill knew or guessed. He was a Scott, after all.
"Congratulations," he said.
"Thanks," I said sarcastically.
"No, really. You love him, no matter what he did last summer. I want you to be happy," he said. I smiled.
"He thinks you're in love with me," I admitted.
"Of course he does. Sawyer has trouble believing anyone could possibly not be in love with you," he said. We both waved to Tess, who was walking across the terrace holding her lunch tray. I frowned as I saw Jason purposefully look away from her.
"You know who I hate? Jason Winters," I said.
"Why?"
"Because. He deflowered my baby sister. And he cheated on Tess, who's like a sister," I said.
"Jason's like that," he said.
"What, you know him?" I asked in surprise. John raised his eyebrows at me.
"Uh, yeah. He's my brother," he said. I choked on my gulp of juice.
"How is that possible? You have different last names!" I said, when at last I could breath again.
"Well, we're half brothers. Same Mom, different Dads. Mom divorced my Dad after he lost his money," he said.
"Wow. I'm sorry," I said.
"That's okay. Jason is an ass. His Dad's a bit of an ass," he admitted.
"A rich ass," I reminded him.
"Hell yes. I mean, look at the kid," he said, disgust tinged in his voice. I looked-Jason was smothered in labels and electronics. His hair was long and stylishly unkempt.
"She's only fourteen," I said despairingly.
"You're seventeen. And married," he reminded me.
"And pregnant. But as you most likely know, I was a virgin up until just a few weeks ago, so I'm good.
"So why did he sleep with your sister?" asked John.
"Oh, they met up at her summer job, got pissed and just did it. We were broken up, but still…" I said, sighing.
"So what are you going to do?" he asked.
"Nothing. I'm pregnant, and I do love him. And I was so mad at him, and then we found out about Tess and it kind of melted away," I said, sighing again.
"Tess told me everything," he said, his face guarded.
"I love Tess. She's like a sister to me," I said.
"She's cool. Um…" he said awkwardly. I turned around on my seat and squinted in the sun as Sawyer walked up to us.
"Uh, everyone's over there…" he said awkwardly. I smiled apologetically as I took Sawyer's hand to help me up.
"By John, I'll talk to you later, okay?" I said. He nodded, and acknowledged Sawyer briefly.
"Did you have a good morning?" I asked Sawyer.
"Missed you," he said, intertwining his fingers with mine.
"You're sweet. Oh, I'm getting a Coke, I'll meet you back at the table," I said, the vending machine distracting me. He nodded and kissed my fingers before letting go of my hand.
I went to the vending machine and stared at the long line of buttons. I didn't actually want a coke. A Sprite, maybe. Or an ice tea.
I decided on an iced tea and turned away from the machine. As I heard someone pound their fist on the front of the machine and swear, as I'd done on so many occasions, I laughed and turned around.
"Um, it's kind of faulty. You might want to try to get your money back and go for another drink-the Mountain Dew is harder to get," I said, giggling.
"Thanks, I'll try that. What's your name?" asked the boy that turned around to face me. He was about 5"10, much shorter than Sawyer. He had blonde hair and a very dark tan, and the body of a swimmer who spent a lot of time on his body.
"Callie Scott," I introduced myself, sticking out my hand. He shook it.
"Hello, Callie Scott. I've even heard about the Scotts already. I'm Mark Delaurier," he said.
"Hey. Your first day here?" I asked.
"Yeah. Not you, I'm guessing?" he asked. I laughed again.
"Hardly. I'm cheerleading captain and a shoe in for prom queen, of course," I said, striking a slight pose. "Yeah, I've lived here all my life."
"Have most people? It seems like a hard place to get accepted in to," he said.
"It is. At least, it is if you want to be someone in the A list," I explained.
"I don't care greatly," he said. He glanced over my shoulder and seemed to pale slightly as two arms wound around my neck and Sawyer Scott's body pressed up against mine.
"Hey, this is a new guy, Mark," I said, greeting him without seeing his face.
"Hey. Nice to meet you, Mark," greeted Sawyer.
"And this is Sawyer Scott," I introduced him.
"Scott. Your..?" he asked, looking decidedly confused. Sawyer answered as I put my left hand on the arm that was about my neck, flashing my diamond.
"Husband."
"Wow. Uh, nice to meet you both," he said awkwardly. I waved my hand slightly at him as he left quickly. I spun around. Sawyer's arms stayed around my neck.
"You're territorial and insane," I accused.
"You're being accusatory. Come on, I'll go talk meaninglessly with some girl and let you get jealous," he suggested. I laughed in spite of myself. I put my arm on his shoulder and we walked over to our table.
"So, how's married life?" asked one of the girls, ten minutes later.
"It's good. He's a damn good dishwasher," I joked. The full table laughed.
"How's the newlywed sex?" asked one of Sawyer's jock friends crudely. I threw a carrot at him and turned toward my girlfriends.
"So, what is he like?" asked one of them, Tara, glancing guiltily at Sawyer.
"I wouldn't know, I don't have anything to compare it to," I said innocently.
"Sure. John Fenning?" asked another, Allie.
"As if."
"Eli Hutchings?" asked another curiously.
"Bad kisser," I responded easily. Eli glanced over and blushed.
"Okay, Michael Harvey," said Sasha, with the appearance of triumph.
"He never even got my shirt off," I said proudly.
"Wow. So Sawyer's good?" asked Tara, bringing us back to the original topic.
"Of course. Not many guys have slept with so many of the girls in the high school," I said, raising my voice. Sawyer turned away from his guys and kissed me lightly.
"So do you guys do oral?" asked Allie. I scoffed.
"God no. I'm not a whore," I joked.
"Yeah, you're just a prude," joked my little sister, Lauren.
"You're mean. How are Mom and Daddy?" I asked, as the conversation went towards mini skirts.
"Oh, they're lonely. They're paying freakish amounts of attention to me," she said dramatically.
"Poor thing. Have you talked to Jenny?" I asked.
"Yeah. She says you're avoiding her calls?" she said curiously.
"Did she say that she slept with Sawyer during summer break?" I asked, lowering my voice.
"Um."
"Lauren! You knew?" I accused angrily.
"Um."
"Who else knew?" I demanded.
"Er."
"I can't believe you people. So did Daddy knew, when he pressured me into getting married?" I asked.
"No."
"Are you capable of saying more than one word of a time?" I asked, leaning back into my chair and sighing. She smiled.
"Yes."
