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A few weeks had passed, and Caitlin and Joey's wedding was drawing closer and closer. Things had been slightly weird between Craig and Callie since the last two times they had had sex, and Evie was well on her way to getting what she now wanted: Shane.
Callie walked down the aisles of Benson's pharmacy, studying the walls of white boxes.
One Touch Pregnancy Test. True Choice Pregnancy Test. Easy Look Pregnancy Test. Callie's heart started to beat a little faster as she studied the walls and walls of little white boxes. She slowly picked up a box, reading the little label on the side. Her stomach started to rumble sporadically, and again she felt queasy, both from her stomach pain and the overwhelming feeling of all the different choices. Callie looked at the box again, unsure of what to do, and just studied the little blue pictures on it.
"Here, this one's the one you want," someone said, reaching and putting a box in Callie's hands. Callie looked up, feeling a little red from embarrassment. Expecting to see a pharmacist she prepared to hand it back to her, but gulped before she did so. It was Manny.
"So then I said, what are you talking about, that's baby Jack!" Paige, Spinner, Hazel and Jimmy laughed at Emma's joke. Craig just smiled, taking a sip of his milkshake. Emma scooted closer towards Craig, sniffing his neck.
Craig always smells good. So perfect. And he's mine, my boyfriend! Emma wanted to shriek. She still couldn't believe she was with Craig – she'd loved him for longer than he'd known.
"Well, we gotta go," Paige and Spinner said, exiting out towards Spinner's car.
"Same. We'll see you guys at Spinner's later," Hazel and Jimmy said, linking hands and walking out.
"So, Spinner's? Are we going?" Emma asked, innocently taking a sip of her milkshake.
Ummm….
"If you want to, I guess."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, no, nothing's wrong." Emma put her hand on his shoulder, giving him a peck on the lips.
Shit Emma.
"What was that for?"
"Just for being so cute."
Don't.
"Yeah, well, we better get going. We have to babysit Ang while Joey gets his tux fit."
"What about Shane? Or Callie?"
"I am not leaving my kid sister with that asshole, and when I asked Callie she said 'I have some important business to take care of.' So, we're stuck Em."
"That's alright, let's go."
Craig picked up his keys and they headed towards his car.
This could be a disaster.
"Its Craig's, isn't it?" Manny said, staring at Callie and her True Choice Pregnancy box.
"Well, Craig won't mind. Trust me. He'll be cool about it. He wants his own family, he wants the life he never had, on account of his dad and all, I mean…"
"Did you come here just to lecture me on Craig's family history? Because I sort of know it already, thanks."
"Look, I'm sorry. I got help, I'm better now. I was buying some make up and I saw you over here."
"Manny, you almost got me raped, are you aware of that? You stole my boyfriend from me; you fucked up my life! Nothing you could ever do could make me want to be your friend, because nothing can amount to the incompensatable pain you put me through!"
Alright, this is just getting awkward now.
"You don't think I've paid? Callie, I just spent the last four months in a white, padded room with psychologists walking in and out every ten minutes. Spent my days going to support groups and in a white jacket. I lost all my friends. I think we're even, I'd say."
For once, Manny has a point. She's truly, truly, sorry.
"I don't know what to do with this thing," Callie mumbled, staring at the box. She felt like she was going to cry.
"Let's go back to your house."
"Manny, I live with Craig now…for the summer, I mean."
Manny hesitated. "We can go back to my place."
"Emma, Emma can you do my hair?" Angie said, tugging on Emma's jean jacket. "Sure!" Angie jumped up on Emma's lap, and Emma began to braid her hair.
"No, no, no! Like Callie does it, like Callie does it," Angie said, halting her.
Emma quietly growled. "Angie, I don't know how Callie does it."
Craig shut his eyes, slightly embarrassed by Angie's comment. It made things weird, especially for him, considering he had sort of cheated on Emma and all. Big time, though he didn't mean to. The worst part? He felt guilty. At least with Manny and Ashley there was no guilt to long after. Craig picked up a nearby tennis ball and juggled it in his hand, playing with the green fabric.
As they sat on the porch a few young girls walked by, walking their dog. When they saw Craig they started to giggle, staring at him flirtatiously. Craig smiled at them, but didn't think anything of it – he was kind of used to random freshmen finding him attractive.
"Callie," Manny said, staring at the long tube.
"What? God Manny I can't take this anymore," Callie replied, coming out of the bathroom.
Manny slowly handed the pregnancy test over to Callie. Callie turned on the light in Manny's room so she could see the color. Manny watched her nervously.
"Okay Craig, I better get going. I have to run home and get ready for Spinners," Emma said, standing up.
"Emma, you look great," Craig said, touching her arm.
Emma sat back down and leaned to kiss him, but he stood stationary, totally motionless. In the midst of their moment Shane pulled his car up in the driveway, some rock music shaking his BMW with vibrating pulses. After turning his car off he quickly slammed his door, causing Emma to draw her attention to him and brisk away from Craig. Shane took his navy Abercrombie shirt off, pretending as if he didn't see Emma sitting on the steps. Crumpling it in his hands he approached the front door from his car, ready to turn the knob. Emma stared at his ripped chest hopelessly, secretly wishing Craig could look more like that. Craig scowled at him fiercely; Shane was pulling out the big weapons for this nuclear war.
"Craig," he acknowledged coldly, nodding. Ass wipe.
He began to walk in the house, purposely ignoring Emma.
"Hi Shane!" Emma giggled.
"Oh hi," he said, turning his head. "Emily, right?"
"Emma," she said, blushing.
"Au château mademoiselle," he said, kissing her hand.
"Hi…" she mumbled, fluttering her eyelashes as Shane held onto her hand.
What a sleezball.
Manny put a hand on Callie's shoulder, offering some comfort.
"Manny, I have to go," Callie said, grabbing the pregnancy test off the table. She shoved the little white stick back in the box it came in, throwing it in her purse. Before Manny could even say a word Callie was bolting out her door, popping a cigarette out of her back pocket. Exhaling the smoke through her nose she puffed the smoke out casually, as if it didn't matter. As she started to walk back to Craig's Tate drove up, smiling from the window of his gleaming silver convertible.
"Hey, you want a ride?" he asked.
Callie stopped walking, and studied his brand new car. Ooh. She nodded and opened the door, taking another puff of her cigarette.
"Thanks,"
"Where ya going?"
"Back to Craig's," she said, opening the door.
Tate turned on the radio, searching for a station.
"Haven't seen you in a while," he said, turning the leather wheel.
"I know. Not much I want to be around in anymore," Callie replied.
"Not even me?"
Callie laughed. "I don't mind you, Tate." Callie could see Craig's house a little off in the distance, nearby in sight. "I'm just done with a lot of things, that's all."
"We miss having you around…I miss you, babe."
After a few minutes of light conversation Tate pulled the car over, gently turning off the ignition. Fuck. Sitting on the curb of the street he closed the top of his convertible by pressing a square black button, smiling and putting a hand on Callie's leg. He leaned over to kiss her, pinning his one arm against her seat and the other on the tinted window closest to her. Shit, why of all days to pull something like this. Callie pushed him away, shocked.
"What are you doing?"
"What you want me too!"
"What I want is for you to take me home!" He tried again to kiss her, softly holding her face.
"C'mon, you've been asking for it for a long time,"
"Tate!" she said, slapping him. It didn't stop him though, he kept kissing her, laying his hand on her breast. She yelled again, but it didn't matter. Quick, think fast. Callie clenched the cigarette that was in her other hand tightly, tightening her grip on it. Raising it up from her side she pushed the burning tip behind Tate's ear with her forefingers. He jerked away suddenly, holding onto his seared ear.
"BITCH!"
"I'll walk, thanks," Callie shot back, opening the door, causing Tate to nearly fall into the street.
Wiping his spit off her face she grabbed her purse and stepped into the street, giving Tate the finger.
"Fuck you!"
"You're only hurting yourself, get back in the car sweetheart!" he said, driving next to Callie as she walked in the street.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed, almost at the top of her lungs. Tate's face scrunched from the piercing squeal, and he stepped on the gas firmly, zooming past Callie as he noticed the suspicious scowls of nearby neighbors. She shook her head and frowned.
"Shane, don't you have something to do?" Craig said, protectively putting an arm around Emma.
"Something like that. See ya around, kid," Shane said, winking at Emma. He walked back into the house, feeling satisfied. She melted like a popsicle. Too easy.
"So, Spinner's. How long were we gonna stay?" Craig asked.
"I don't know, until whenever you want to leave." Emma replied, her blue eyes shining against the sun. Emma really looked gorgeous to Craig for a moment. Her golden streaks shining a white glare into his face, her blue eyes sparkling. A part of him really liked her for a moment, and wanted to be with her. Craig leaned over and kissed her, putting his hands on her face. For a whole five minutes, he actually felt like he wanted to be Emma Nelson's boyfriend.
Callie approached closer to the house, sweating profusely.
Ugh, she thought, watching Craig and Emma play tonsil hockey on the front porch. Callie quickly snuck in through a backdoor on the patio, shutting the door quietly and wiping her sweat with her arm. She felt a little dizzy again. She needed a fix, of absolutely anything, but she didn't want to call Evie. She was sad, angry, and confused, and her drugs were the only thing keeping her stable. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a small mirror and baggie, and making sure no one else was around she ducked into the nearest bathroom, shutting off the lights. She hunched over the dirty mirror, putting a finger over one nostril and inhaling the white powder up the other.
Finally.
"Craig,"
"Craig!" Emma said, giggling in between kisses.
"What Em?" he said, smiling.
"I need to go freshen up so we can leave," she said. Leaving Craig she walked into the house, yawning as she approached the bathroom. She jerked the handle with two hands, trying to open it. I thought no one else was home but Shane…weird.
Shit, Callie thought. Scrambling to hide the drugs she knocked her purse off the sink, all the contents spilling to the ground.
"Ooh, sorry," Emma said, opening the door, a little startled. Callie had successfully managed to hide her drugs, but something still looked a little fishy to Emma. Emma bent over, helping Callie pick up her make-up and money.
"Thanks but I've got it Emma," she said, trying to shuffle everything back into one central pile.
"No, it's my fault, I startled you,"
"Whatever." Callie quickly pulled her things together, trying to hide her red nose with her long hair. Running out of the room she stuffed everything in her bag, not looking back at Emma.
Walking into the office Callie plopped down on the worn out couch lazily, putting her hand on her forehead. She was sweating profusely, and still felt like she was spinning in twenty million circles. As Shane walked back up to his room he noticed Callie through the glass sliding door, looking ill and pale. He slid the door open, studying at her curiously.
Great, just the person I want to see.
"Leave me alone Shane,"
"Are you okay?"
"Fucking hour is over, hate to break it to you." Callie shot back, feeling her eyes roll uncontrollably.
"You want me to take you up to your room?"
"No! God leave me alone or I'll kick your little lacrosse ass!"
"No need, Craig already volunteered," Shane mumbled, closing the door and walking away.
What is he talking about? Craig, telling people to stay away from me? Why does he always have to be the hero, he's not, he's not!
"Shane, wait!"
Emma shut the door behind her, looking into the mirror. Fluffing her hair she ran a finger through it, trying to arrange it in a satisfying position. She splashed some cold water on her face, letting the freezing droplets sink into her skin. She began posing inn front of the mirror, grinning. Why yes, I'm Mrs. Manning. What's the Craig, spend the weekend in Paris with you? Of course!
Out of the corner of eye she noticed a small box lying in the corner of the mirror, and after wiping her face with a towel she circled around the room, spinning. Ooh Craig, diamonds, how did you know? Slowly she paced to the corner of the bathroom, debating whether or not she should pick it up. Reaching for the white box she brought it closer to her face, reading the fine print. True Choice Pregnancy Test. She flipped the box over, studying all four sides. Oh my god. As she rotated it to the other side a small, long stick fell out, dropping to the ground. Pregnant. Emma dropped it to the ground and scurried away nervously. Her ex-best friend was pregnant.