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Chapter 8

This chapter is dedicated to oOoAleXandRiAoOo

I lay in Jasper's giant bed soaking in the afterglow of great sex. Jasper himself was showering in the bathroom adjoining his room, for a jock he was obsessed with hygiene and he immediately showered after sex, not even taking the time to enjoy the lazy satisfaction of relaxing in a warm bed after.

As I nestled deeper into the cocoon of blankets I felt myself drift into a hazy sleep.

When I woke in the morning I was wrapped in Whitlock's arms; the blanket covering my face.

I attempted to pull free of Whitlock's firm grip but he responded by pulling me tighter against his chest, so I allowed myself to be held there and enjoyed the morning breeze and the sound of the birds cooing outside the window.

I lay there in comfort until I heard the front door close rather loudly.
Shit!

I nudged Whitlock and he stirred slightly before opening one eye and grinning lazily at me "are you ever satisfied woman?" he asked me with his lopsided grin. "No Whitlock, you goddamn idiot, someone's here, I thought you said that your parents were away for the weekend".He frowned "they are" then his eyes widened "SHIT...Rose said she'd drop by this morning" "fuck" I swore "how the hell could you forget something like that Whitlock?" "Hell I don't know" he glared "this isn't my fault".

"Whose fault is it then dickwad?"I glowered "we don't have time to argue about this shit Cullen" Jasper reminded me, I sighed as I realised that he was right and I wouldn't be able to chew him out any more than was necessary.

"She'll be up here in a minute" I stressed as I heard footsteps on the stairs "where the hell am I meant to go?" Jasper's eyes darted around frantically before resting on the window.

"Oh hell no" I exclaimed, "don't worry there's a vine you can climb down, it's not a far drop you'll be fine" he attempted to reassure me.

I glared at him before sliding the window open, cringing at the loud screech that it made.

"I'm starting to wonder if this crap is worth it Whitlock" I spat as I began to climb through the window; "oh I promise I'll make it up to you next Friday Pix" Whitlock smiled. I glowered at him once more, damn Whitlock and his stupid panty dropper smile...smug bastard.

I chose not to reply as I climbed out of the window just in time to hear Rosalie burst uninvited into Jasper's bedroom.

As I dropped to the ground I realised what I was wearing.

I was dressed in one of Whitlock's shirts and a pair of his boxers...son of a bitch! How the hell was I meant to get home like this?

Almost as though he knew what I was thinking, Whitlock found some way to distract Rosalie and dump the blue dress from the previous day out of his window. God I hated him at moments like these.

I hastily pulled the dress over the clothes I already wore and began the long walk back home.

I slipped inconspicuously through the back door and almost fainted from exhaustion, I barely made it to the bathroom in time to throw up violently.

Of course that was only to be expected after my hour long trek uphill to reach my house; I was surprised that I hadn't collapsed halfway here. Due to my naturally thin figure I'd never had to do much exercise, so when I did it took a lot out of me.

I tried to be as quiet as possible as I rinsed my mouth out and tiptoed down the hallway to my bedroom. It wouldn't do to have Edward or Emmett wake up and see me sneaking through the hallway wearing a creased blue dress with a pair of fire engine red boxers peeking out from underneath.

I couldn't believe that I had actually been out in public like this; thank god it was early on a Saturday morning and practically no one was up.

By this point I was seriously contemplating murdering Jasper, I couldn't believe that not only had the bastard not told me that one of my best friends was his cousin, he also neglected to mention that she would be stopping by early on a Saturday morning.

I was still in shock that I'd had to climb out of the fucking window, if Whitlock wasn't such a great lay I'd have been done with his shit a long time ago.

Part Two

It was Thursday morning and I was seriously panicking, for the last five days I had been overly tired, overly emotional and throwing up like crazy and as much as I tried to convince myself that I simply had a stomach bug, I couldn't help the sneaking fear that flooded my system.

There were a few times when lust had taken over and Whitlock and I had neglected to use a condom, I wasn't on the pill because of the hormonal problems that it caused me and there was the slim possibility that my nausea and exhaustion were symptoms of pregnancy.

I hadn't been to school at all this week because I was terrified of seeing Whitlock, I was far too scared to take a pregnancy test; I didn't want to confirm the fact that I might have the spawn of Whitlock growing inside of me.

However when my phone began to ring persistently I had to shake myself out of my hysteria to answer it, it wouldn't do me any good to go all comatose.

Just my luck it was Whitlock himself on the phone "Alice?" he asked "yeah" I groaned "what do you want?" I heard him clear his throat nervously "well you haven't been at school at all this week and I wanted to know if we were still on for tomorrow?"I sighed, now was as good a time as any to tell him "Whitlock, we need to talk" "ooh sounds ominous" he laughed "Whitlock this is no damn laughing matter" I snapped.

He paused for a moment and then worry laced his voice "what's wrong Pix?"I groaned "I've been throwing up a lot lately and well" how the hell did I put this delicately "the err...flood gates have yet to open, so to speak and I'm getting worried"

"huh?"came Whitlock's 'oh so eloquent' reply "I think I'm pregnant you ass" I shouted, losing my temper.

All I could hear was silence on the other line and I began to wonder if Whitlock had fainted or done a runner to Vegas, finally he spoke "are...are you sure?"

"No"I sighed "I'm not sure, it's only a suspicion, I haven't taken a pregnancy test or anything yet".

He sighed and I could almost feel his relief through the phone "look here's what we're going to do Pix", you're going to come over tomorrow afternoon like we'd planned and you can take a pregnancy test here, I'll buy the damn test and a lifetime supply of condoms so that when the test comes up negative this shit will never happen again" he commanded.

"What if the test is positive?" I whispered, his harsh tone softened "we'll cross that bridge when we come to it okay Pix?" he asked "okay" I murmured, glad that he was taking control of the situation so readily.

"Get some sleep Pix" he ordered "I'll see you tomorrow" "goodnight" I mumbled hanging up the phone.

It was strange but as I curled up in my nest of blankets, I couldn't help but notice that talking to Jasper had made me feel like everything was going to work out fine, hearing his voice made me feel...safe.

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