Chapter eleven

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Logan was having trouble breathing, but he picked up the phone, all the same, "Where'd you get this number?"

"I'm you ex-girlfriend's ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend."

"You know Rory?"

"I know Jess."

"Book Boy?"

"If that's what you wanna call him, then yes."

There was a long pause.

"So? Are you going to talk?"

Another pause.

"I don't really go in for miming."

Silence.

"Hello?"

Crickets.

"He hung up!"

"I told him that I was carrying his child and he hung up on me!"

"Did you expect him to jump for joy?"

"No, but I was going for some sort of reaction!"

"Cartwheels?"

"No."

"Fire work displays?"

"No!"

"A sky writer spelling 'I'm here for you'?"

"Shut up!"

"Bottom line, you already said he was a playboy, you should've expected this."

"I can't do this on my own!"

"Then go find that jerk and get him to help you."

"He won't!"

"Then, you're stuck."

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For breaking up with you, I-"

"No."

"What?"

"You can't do this."

"Do what?"

"Come back here and expect me to fall into your arms, it doesn't work like that."

"Jess, I just thought-"

"You didn't think! You never think, you just do things, regardless of the after affects they might cause!"

"Jess, stop."

"I'm sorry I just- we don't work, that's why we broke up, we didn't work."

"We worked fine until- until…"

"Until you started seeing her again!"

"Don't blame this on Rory." His voice was calm but his eyes were blazing.

"I was just saying-"

"You were just blaming her, you're the one that went out and got pregnant."

"Ouch!"

"I'm going out, lock the door behind you and slide the key under the mat when you're done."

Gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

About ten minutes after the first time, the phone rang again.

"Hello, Jess?"

"Sorry to disappoint."

"What do you want?"

"Is this your idea of a joke?" Logan asked Rory.

"What?"

"Getting Krystal to call and say she's pregnant, do you find that funny?"

"Do you mean Karen?"

"Yes! Karen! I don't care what her name is! She's not pregnant!"

"She is and it's nothing to do with me."

"Then Book Boy put her up to it."

"Stop! For once, Logan, you're going to have to deal with your bad decisions. You're going to have to be a father, you're going to have to be in the same place very day, you're going to have to take some responsibility and you're going to have to grow up. Or you can forget this ever happened, go home, carry on with your pathetic life and pretend that this little charade never happened, that you're not a father. But whatever you do. Leave. Me. Out. Of. It." She snapped coldly before hanging up.

She didn't really know where that had come from, she'd just been so mad at Logan, as if she'd ever make someone do that, trick him like that, did he know her at all? And God, this was so typical of him, something goes wrong and he goes out and gets laid,l he never learns!

Well, one thing was for sure, she wasn't going to have anything to do with him anymore.

Gggggggggggggggggggggg

He'd just sat there, staring at the phone. This was real. He was a father. He'd broken up with Rory and now he was a father. He'd had sex and now he was a father. I was midnight and he was a father. He'd been sitting there for four fucking hours.

He finally broke his position as he heard rapping on the door.

"Keep your pants on, I'm coming!" eh opened the door, "Book Boy! Long time no see!"

"First thing's first, shut up." He said, barging in, "Here's what you're going to do: You are going to visit Karen, you are going to step up, you are going to try to make something of the piece of slime that you truly are and you are going to want to because my ex-girlfr- my friend is considering abortion. I know you're a little playboy who's most treasured possession is Daddy's credit card, but you won't let your own child die."

"Wow, so serious, James Dean becomes Mr Darcy."

"I've had enough of you, I'm going to go let you do…whatever it is asses like you do."

Gggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

She dialled the numbers slowly, hesitantly and, when he answered, she paused. She waited until the second 'hello?' to chime in.

"Hi."

"What do you-"

"I want to talk. About what happened."