2 and ½ weeks
Pretty much lost
Summary: As opposed to 9 and ½ weeks lol! Sandy, Kirsten, Berkeley, fight, break-up, something's wrong.
Disclaimer: Ah doo nat owne de O ZEE.
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Well hello again, another short-ish chapter but don't worry – the later chapters get soo much longer it's just silly lol! Happy Easter
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Pretty. Much. Lost.
That's how she felt. Kirsten didn't know the girl she was right now. She'd always been in control and now she really, really wasn't.
She was fooling herself, she knew that. Lying to herself. Anything to shut out the thoughts that were haunting her.
Late. Late. Late.
Or not late.
Not late. Pregnant.
This wasn't happening.
But what if it was?
She'd tried to pretend but she was two weeks late and feeling off. Throwing up each morning of the past few days and she knew she wasn't just late.
She was screwed, literally.
Oh for God's sake stop with the crappy jokes Kirsten.
What the hell was she going to do?
Her dad would kill her.
Her mom would try to pretend she wasn't upset.
Sandy…oh shit. Sandy.
The baby's father.
No, it wasn't a baby, not yet. It didn't feel like a baby, it was just 'it', a thing. A problem.
She was pregnant, that was all.
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That weekend hecalled again and was surprised to have someone answer.
Someone. Not Kirsten.
'Hey Sandy,' her roommate said.
'How'd you know it was me?'
'Who else rings Kirsten with such regularity?' she joked. 'Nah, she has call display; how else do you think she screened your calls?'
'Is she there?' he asked. Sandy didn't like this girl much, but then again, she didn't seem to like Sandy.
'Kirsten's gone home for the weekend.'
'What?'
'What?'
'She went home? As in Newport?'
'Dur Sandy! That's where she lives,' the girl's tone was scathing.
'I know that,' he said crossly, 'but home? With her sister and her Dad and Jimmy.'
'She said you have this obsession with Jimmy.'
'I do not. She said that?'
'Well that was the impression she gave. I don't see how you can be so jealous of her ex when you know she doesn't even talk to him.'
Sandy groaned, 'Well if you hadn't noticed, she's not talking to me either.'
'Duly noted.'
'And if she's gone home things are really bad.'
'Why?'
'Are you her friend or not? Kirsten going home? She hates it there.'
'I think you're overreacting, she probably just needs time to think.'
Time to think.
'Great.'
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Time to think. That's what she needed. Some time, space, peace and quiet. Not that she'd really get that at home with her family.
Dad still angry she'd chosen Berkeley.
Mom busy planning charity events and downing double vodkas when she thought no one was looking.
Hailey being the average irritating six year old.
But she had to get out of Berkeley.
She'd known Sandy a little over seven weeks and yet there were memories of him everywhere; the street-corner where they'd had their first kiss, the law faculty she'd wait outside when he had a late class, his mail truck, her dorm, their bench in the park and a thousand other little places that had some sort of sentimental significance.
And being depressed in Berkeley was made worse by the fact she had been so happy.
Because in Berkeley she had Sandy and in Newport she just had his baby. No. She was pregnant. That was all. She kept repeating that to herself. It was the only way to cope. But Sandy wouldn't see it like that. She'd only known him a couple of weeks but that was enough. To him it would be a baby, his baby and he'd want to be there for it. Do the right thing.
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