Chapter V- That's Not True.

We were sitting outside of Ms. King's office. Besides us and the receptionist, the waiting area was empty.

I had slept on the couch the night before, not because Gary had made me, but because I was afraid of what might happen to me if I opened the bedroom door. When I woke up though, I was covered with the comforter from the bed. I had glanced at the clock and seen it was three in the morning. I sat up and looked around the dark living room. There was no one else there. Why had I woken up? I had no idea, but I got up off the couch and went into the bedroom carrying the comforter. Gary was laying on the bed in nothing but his jeans and I felt my face heat up as I studied his sleeping form.

After a few minutes he opened his eyes and stared at me. When I didn't move, or say anything, he said my name.

"Hm?" I murmured, looking into his eyes.

"What are you doing? Stop standing in the doorway, it's creepy."

"Sorry." I whispered, making to turn and go back to the couch.

"Pete, get into bed." He said, sounding slightly exasperated.

I did as he asked and climbed into the bed with him. I lay down beside him. I made no move to snuggle up to him, just as he made no move to snuggle up to me. He was lying on his back, his eyes closed. I was facing him, taking the opportunity to look over his body. I hadn't had much of a chance that night we were… intimate. He was not chubby, nor was he skinny. Just… basic perhaps would be the best way to describe it. He was faintly muscular and I could see the ghost of his ribs along the sides of his chest. I bit my bottom lip as I felt my face heat up. His pants clung loosely to his hips and I could see the hem of his underwear.

I did not dare to touch him. I did not dare to move at all. My breath was still as my eyes moved back up his body to his face. I had not been aware of his eyes on me and I inhaled sharply as my face started burning.

He rolled his eyes, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"Like what you see?" he asked, rolling onto his stomach and propping his head on his hand.

His hazel eyes were smug and amused. It made me smile.

"I- I don't know what you mean." I answered, trying to get my blush back under control.

Things were silent between us for awhile. And he surprised me by laying his head on his arm and then gently starting to run his fingers through my hair. It made my heart start going twenty miles a minute.

"So…" he murmured.

"Hm?"

"You never answered my question."

"What question?"

"Was it good for you?"

I cleared my throat. God, he couldn't make anything easy, could he?

"Gary, do we have to talk about this now?"

"Unless you want to talk about it in the therapist's office, then yes."

I groaned. Fine. I'll play along, but you aren't going to like the answer.

"I… It was…"

I was struggling to find the right words. I just simply didn't know how to say it without stroking his ego. And I didn't want to lie about it either. Simply put, it had been amazing. But there was no way in hell I was going to put it that simply.

"It was… good, I guess. But what do I know? It was my first time, so I don't… really have anything to compare it to."

His eyes narrowed and I tried my hardest not to grin. I didn't want him to think I was saying these things to be cruel in anyway. No matter how much he deserved it.

"You guess… Hm."

Now his narrowed gaze was starting to make me nervous. He was staring me down, trying to find an underlying meaning to what I had just told him. His hand had stopped playing with my hair a few minutes ago, but now it slowly moved down my face to clasp my chin. It sent a shiver down my spine.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked, trying to slow my heart beat.

His eyes were glazed over again, with a faraway look about them. I bit my bottom lip.

"Gary?" I asked.

He blinked and looked up into my eyes.

"Sorry." He murmured, letting go of my chin.

He rolled onto his side, facing away from me. I turned away from him as well and pulled the comforter up to my chin. It didn't take me long to fall asleep.

He woke me up eight hours later, telling me it was time to get ready for our therapy session.

And here we sat. Gary was slumped down in his chair with his arms crossed, casting a bored sideways glance at Ms. King's door. I was trying to calm my nerves. What was she going to have us talk about? I kept glancing at Gary, I couldn't help it. Finally he caught my eye. His steely gaze and furrowed brow made me queasy.

"Do we really have to do this?" he asked.

"I don't want to do this either, Gary. I'd much rather still be sleeping."

Which was true. It seemed no matter how much I slept, I was getting more exhausted every day.

Gary's only response was to return his glare to the therapist's door.

I sighed. We sat in silence for a few more minutes before we were called in.

"Hello! I'm Ms. Ellen King."

Ms. King was a plumper woman who appeared to be in her early 40's. She had wavy brown hair that complimented her round face. She smiled cheerfully as she held out her hand for me to shake.

"I'm Pete. Pete Kowalski, and this is-"

"Gary Smith." He finished, also shaking her hand.

"Well, it's good to meet the both of you. You two are the "talk of the town", as they say. Please, have a seat."

We sat on opposite ends of the couch. And she jotted something down on the notepad she had in her hand.

"So, just a few questions to start. What is your relationship like at the moment?" Ellen asked, pressing her pen to her lips.

We glanced at each other.

"What do you mean by relationship?" I asked.

"I think you should answer that question. Just… explain it to me."

I gave him a look.

"We aren't together. We barely talk. I'm not exactly the easiest person to get along with." Gary answered.

Ellen turned to me. "Would you agree with him?"

"Yes, but… I suppose, um, it's not entirely his fault we have trouble getting along. I'm partially to blame as well."

He gave me a look. His eyes glazed over, but it was different from the other times. This time it appeared a little sad, perhaps concerned by my words.

She was jotting something down on her paper.

"How did the two of you meet?"

"At school. We go- uh, went to Bullworth Academy together." I answered.

"Did the two of you ever have a romantic relationship with one another?"

"No." Gary answered.

Ellen glanced at me.

"It was a one night thing." I murmured, feeling a pang of regret.

She wrote something else down.

"Do either of you remember how you felt, what you thought, when you found out you were expecting a baby?"

"I felt… a lot of things. Most of it bad. I had… a lot of regret, and fear. Apprehension…"

She was nodding as she wrote. "Gary?"

"I thought it was a joke. A big lie he came up with to get back at me for everything I did to him. Now, all I feel is anger."

She paused momentarily in her writing. "And why is that?"

"Because I'm being forced to stay here, forced to take my medication, being controlled. I hate it."

Ellen looked at me. "Did you know he felt this way, Pete?"

"Yes. He isn't the type to keep how he feels and what he thinks to himself, even if he likes to think he is."

He cast a mean glare at me. "What the hell is that suppo-"

"Gary, I need you to stay calm." Ellen said, holding out her hand gently towards Gary.

He sighed, but seemed to relax a tad bit.

"So, now I'm going to ask you two about your hopes for this baby. Do you want it to be a boy or a girl? Or what you want to name it. How you think you're parenting skills are going to be, that sort of thing."

"Well… I don't care if it's a boy or a girl, as long as it's healthy. As for names, I haven't really thought about it. And… I don't really have any parenting skills… I'm going to need a lot of help learning how to take care of it… um, the baby." I murmured.

I was trying to stop thinking of my kid as an 'It'. Doing so, though, was proving difficult.

Ellen turned to Gary again. "Care to share your hopes?"

Gary sat with his arms crossed, jaw clenched, and his eyes downcast. I didn't know what to expect him to say.

"I don't know. I haven't really got my head wrapped around the whole 'Daddy' idea yet. I'm still sort of hoping this is some kind of nightmare I'll wake up from at any minute."

I sighed silently. Such a typical Gary answer. Hurtful. I knew if I looked over to him I'd see that smirk of his. Ellen's lips where a thin line.

"Peter." Ellen said, turning back to me.

"Yes?"

"How do his words make you feel?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm used to it."

"So, he's always like this then?"

I dared not glance at him. I knew I'd see rage etched into his features. People talking about him like he wasn't there? Probably pretty high on his pet peeve list, with no telling how he would react.

"Yes… Well, not always. Just most of the time. You learn to ignore it, and when you can't ignore it you can at least pretend it doesn't hurt."

Ellen's features softened and she gave me a sad smile before jotting more things down on her notepad.

"Gary, do you ever consider anyone else's feelings when you say things like that?"

"Why should I?"

"Because you end up hurting people wh-"

"I don't care. Okay? I just do not give a flying fuck. Get it? I don't want to be here. I…"

He trailed off, falling silent as he reigned in the anger that had gotten the best of him. He hadn't sounded angry. His tone had been low, his voice calm. That let me know exactly what he had been trying to explain. He didn't give a flying fuck about me. I was the reason he was stuck somewhere he didn't want to be. He was sticking his messages between the lines but I was still reading them crystal clear.

"I'm just here because it was beneficial to me." He finished.

I closed my eyes as tears started pooling there. Do not cry, I told myself, you remember what happened the last time he saw you cry. Despite my best efforts though, hot tears streamed down my face. I muttered a curse under my breath as I sniffed and went to wipe the tears from my face. Ellen reached behind her and plucked a box of tissue from her desk, which she handed to me. I whispered a thanks and wiped the wetness off my cheeks.

Ellen was writing more notes.

"Alright. I want to know individually what you two plan to do once the baby gets here and how exactly you plan on doing it, because as it stands now, you two are not working well together. I've noticed that you two have problems communicating with each other, and trusting each other. Has it always been this way between you two? Because if so, I don't know what could have possessed the two of you to be sexually intimate with one another in the first place."

There was no denying anything she said, and the silences seemed to stretch on forever. Until…

Gary swallowed. His breathing was ragged and his eyes were glazed over. He blinked and looked up at Ellen.

"I raped him."

My heart started going a million miles a minute and I whipped my head around to face him.

"Don't say that, Gary." I breathed, my eyes widened in shock.

"Why not? It's the truth, isn't it?" he asked.

"No!" I cried, my brow furrowing.

I couldn't understand why he thought he had raped me that night. Sure, it hadn't been expected, but it wasn't forced.

"Don't lie, Peter. You were crying." He murmured, his eyes on the floor.

"I wasn't."

"Yes you were."

"I had been crying before, yes. But not while we were-"

"I'm the one that made you cry though. I made you cry and then I forced myself onto you and-"

I pressed the palm of my right hand against his lips, effectively silencing him.

"Don't say that. We both know I never once told you to stop." I whispered.

My eyes where locked with his. For once, he submitted. He looked down at my hand, still pressed against his mouth. I could hear the sound of Ellen taking notes faintly in the background.

-Later-

I was sitting on the couch, reading. Mainly trying to take my mind off the things Gary had said that afternoon. I had an unexplained feeling of quilt settled in my stomach. I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was almost six. I was starting to get hungry, which meant I should probably make dinner. I put my book down and headed for the bedroom. Gary had shut himself up in it the minute we got back. I had just let him be, figuring he needed a little time to cool off. I knocked on the door.

"Gary?" I called, knocking again when I got no response.

Still no response. I sighed and opened the door.

He was sitting on the bed, his back to me and his head hung low. I walked in and shut the door before walking over and sitting next to him.

"Gary."

He turned his head to face me.

"Why didn't you answer me?" I asked, gently.

"Because you don't need my permission to come into your room." He answered just as calmly.

"Are you hungry? I was thinking about starting dinner."

"No. I'm not hungry." He murmured, laying back.

I felt a slight twinge in my chest and lay down with him.

"Why do you think you raped me?" I asked, knowing if we didn't talk through it now we never would.

"Because I did."

"No you didn't."

"So then what did I do to you?"

"We… we had sex, Gary. That's what happens when things get a little out of hand. Our hormones got the better of us and we… we um…" I bit my bottom lip, trying to control my blush.

"So you're saying you wanted it to happen?" Gary asked.

"Well… I… it's complicated. I didn't want it to happen at first, but then you started kissing me and… and after that everything just went so fast. But it felt good for me and I… I really enjoyed it. And that's why I don't understand why you think you forced yourself onto me." I said, glancing up into his eyes.

That damned glazed over look again. I still couldn't figure out why his eyes kept looking like that.

"The only thing that stuck with me about that night was your eyes." He whispered. "Your eyes were red and really shiny because you had been crying. That's all I remember seeing when we were fucking. You looking like you were about to start crying any second. I never really thought you wanted it."

"I'm sorry. I did want it Gary." I whispered.

And I pressed my lips to his. I felt him start to pull away, and I was about to stop and apologize until I felt his tongue gently press against my lips. I allowed him entry and as his tongue started exploring I felt my head start to spin. God, why did he have this effect on me?

And just as suddenly as it started, he pulled away, leaving me breathless and more than a little unsatisfied.

"Weren't you going to start dinner?" he asked, refusing to meet my gaze.

"Y-yeah. You sure you don't want any?"

"I guess I could eat." He said, sitting up.

-End Ch. 5-

This chapter… I'm so sorry this took so long guys. My internet was shut off for months and I had no way to upload it! DB But I finished it, and here it is. Don't worry; I'm going to finish this fic. Come hell or high water or zombie chinchillas. That's a promise. Let me know what you think.