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I couldn't move. I just stared at him. I was frozen by shock. I couldn't talk either, though I had so many questions…
Derek put his hand on my leg, his face clouded with concern. "Chloe?" He asked, staring at me. I tried to find words. It took them a minute to come out.
"H-h-how…" I swallowed.. "How d-do you k-k-know?" I stuttered quietly. If he didn't have super hearing, he never would've heard. He looked down. "I heard the heartbeats." He said it lowly.
"Oh my God…" I breathed. This couldn't be happening. Tori couldn't be pregnant. She couldn't. She wasn't like that. There were never any boys around…except…
"W-who's the father?" I said it slowly, trying not to stutter. My pulse was racing and my head was filled with thoughts, possibilities, things that could've happened…
Derek's mask of worry disappeared. "I don't know. I thought it might be…" He trailed off. "Not Simon." I begged. He continued to stare at me. "No, not Simon." he said slowly. I sighed in relief. "T-then…?" I questioned. Derek shrugged, not breaking his gaze from mine. "I have no idea." he grumbled. Suddenly, the feeling came washing back in, removing the icy shock that took over. I sighed again, amazed. "Oh my God. Then why didn't she t-tell me?" I tried to force the stutter out of my words. It had gotten better, over the years, but when something happened, it popped back up, an unwanted companion.
Derek's eyes softened. "She didn't know. I tried to tell her, convince her back in her room, while you guys were out in the living room…" He shook his head. "She wouldn't listen. Kept yelling at me that she wasn't a slut, and that if I didn't get out of her room she'd kick my ass." He rolled his eyes. "But she did. I saw it in her face when we were arguing. She was scared." He softened his voice. "And she does know who the father is. She just won't tell me. Well, first she'd have to accept the concept she's pregnant…" He looked over to the clock, and back at me. I could practically feel his green eyes burning into mine. My heart slammed against my ribs. This is no time for that! My inner voice screamed.
I looked down. "Simon's going to be an uncle…" I looked up to Derek, who seemed suspiciously closer. "And he won't even know it." I said, sadness filling my voice. Derek cleared his throat. "I talked to Dad about it. He says…He says he'll tell her when she's ready. 'Cause right now… she's got enough to think about." He almost whispered the last part. I shook my head sadly. Poor Tori. Seeing her mom die, even if she was a horrible bitch, had taken a toll on her. Her real dad and half-brother are living with her, and she doesn't even know she has a brother. And now, she has a baby….
I thought hard for a minute. Something Derek said haunted me. My pulse ran faster.
"Derek?" I asked. I ran a hand through my baby-fine hair. "Um, when you said heartbeats.." But I saw the answer in his eyes. His breathing cut short. I sucked in a long breath. "How many?" I asked.
"Three."
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I didn't sleep well that night. Derek's reassurances helped somewhat, but I couldn't help my mind from wondering off, thinking of what might happen if Tori doesn't believe Derek. Thinking about what could happen to the babies if she didn't know…
I bolted up in bed, breathing hard. I glanced at the clock which read 2:01 A.M. I couldn't sleep when all that ran through my mind were these questions. They raced across, each one playing out their own scenario, giving me a glimpse into the possible future.
I looked around me. Derek was sound asleep, turned away from me. Very carefully, I reached for my phone. I grabbed it, and taped the button to activate the screen. You have 2 new messages it read. I carefully tapped again. The first one was from Rae.
Hey. It was good seeing you. Can't wait till next week. Luv yah! --XxRaExX
The second one was from Tori. I quickly clicked on it.
Chloe, I'm sorry about what happened my place. I kno I sucked the fun outta everything. Plz, I want to make it up 2 u. Shopping. U and Rae, tomorrow at 3. Pllzzz.
I looked at when she sent it. Last night, around ten. She needs you right now. She's probably sad and confused-you're her friend Chloe. What if you were in that situation? I cringed. Rae will be there, too. I urged myself. I went to options on my phone, scrolled down to "Reply" and typed a quick message:
Where do u want to meet?
And hit send.
Sorry bout this short chapter, I typed it up in between homework. R&R!