Chapter ten

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Searching

Karen sat alone in her new apartment, empty of furniture, empty of life. She couldn't quite get her head round it. She was pregnant. Pregnant. She had a person growing inside of her. And she couldn't remember where its father lived. She'd reached an ultimate low.

She sighed at the prospect of getting her stuff form Jess' place. She knew she'd been too paranoid about Jess, why shouldn't he hang out with his ex? His ex whose picture was used as a bookmark. His ex whose album of pictures of her and Jess together still sat at the back of Jess' closet. There was nothing going on there, right?

She supposed she'd have to get her stuff eventually, she might as well get it out of the way. But how could she face Jess after what happened? She'd have to pray he wasn't back for New Haven yet.

Gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

Two weeks. Two fucking weeks had passed. He'd called so many times that he could be considered a stalker. She was too damn good at avoiding him. She'd done it after Sookie's wedding and she was doing it now.

He was sick of this, of her. This was it for him, for them, he'd gone back to his apartment in New York.

He was trying to get through Fever Pitch now, but he'd been on the same page for an hour; he wasn't getting very far.

He heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened to reveal Karen. Her face was tear-stained and her mascara had proved it wasn't waterproof.

"Hi, I just, uh, wanted to get my stuff."

"Sure, I already unpacked all of your stuff from the bedroom, but I don't know what's yours in here, so you just have to collect everything that's yours."

"Oh, okay." She said, weakly.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"No, not really."

"What's up?"

"I'm-" she crumpled up onto the chair, sobbing, "I'm pregnant."

Jess' eyes widened, "What?"

"Oh, it's not yours."

"What?"

"The night we broke up, I went down to a bar and, well, drank. I m-met someone there, he was upset, too, and we well…" she trailed off.

"This guy, have you told him?"

"No. I don't know if I will. He didn't really seem like 'Daddy' material." She sniffed.

"But he has to know."

"No! Logan won't do anything about it, I know his type, he's a playboy!" she noticed Jess' clenched jaw, "What?"

"Logan? Logan Huntzberger?"

"That's it! I knew his last name started with an 'H'! How do you know him?"

"Wait there."

"Jess-" but Jess was already through to another room.

Ggggggggggggggggggggggggg

Rory stumbled in holding three bags of Indian food and a coffee with a Danish, to the sound of her phone ringing. She hurriedly put everything down and picked up the offending object.

"Whoever you are, you have really bad timing."

"Oh, now, and I was always so proud of my amazing capabilities."

There was a sharp intake of breath on the other line.

"Don't worry, I'm not calling to chat, you've made your feelings pretty clear about that."

"Jess…"

"Look, I just need to know Logan's number and address."

"What, why?"

"Because he impregnated Karen."

Another sharp intake of breath.

"If you don't want to tell me-"

"6, apartment building alpha, Regent street. 07213180063."

"Thanks, Ror, bye."

"Wait, Jess-" but he'd already hung up.

Gggggggggggggggggggggggg

"Do it." Jess said, pushing the phone towards her.

"But-"

"Do it."

"Fine," she breathed, defeated, before dialling.

"Hello?"

"Hi, you probably don't remember me, form the other night-"

"Yeah, Kirsty, wasn't it?"

"Karen." She corrected, coldly.

"Right, right."

"Well, just calling to say I'm pregnant, oh and I just love your plasma screen."

Karen heard the phone drop to the floor.