The Hype
She wanted to talk, but there seemed an embargo on every subject. Silence layered the air, choking her with the awkward tinge. Much could have been said yet he left her to die in her discomfort. The most flaming of character sat beside her but nevertheless said nothing nor showed any sign of wishing to pursue any previous conversation. Words seemed insufficient for the elevation of his sentiments.
She was certain they could never converse again without mortification.
The atmosphere appeared to solidify for breathing seemed unachievable. She leaned forward in effort to veil her burning visage from his discourteous scrutinizing. The need for muscular release caused her jaw to twitch, mouth agape with failing words. A throaty chuckle was met upon seeing her dumbly parted lips. It was encouragement enough…
Shifting uncomfortably, the juxtaposed teens broke the unspoken resolve of restraint on words. With false ardor, she commented on errands that needed to be run. Simply nodding, his hands burrowed deeper into his jean pockets. His fingers meshed with the cool metal of his car keys, triggering his mind to think about the long since rejected memories of car rides with her.
Perspiration coated his naked torso, beads of sweat dribbling down slight indentions of muscle. Realizing the intensifying dampness on her back, she shrugged off the sheet bunched over her bare shoulders, regarding the cloth as it billowed on the floor. The keys began to jingle in his pocket, clashing horribly with the thick quiet of the room.
In a burst of forced confidence, she kicked the mass of sheets farther away. "Do you remember anything from last night?"
His mind undressed her question as coming off as belligerent. "I wasn't lying when I told you 'no' the first time, if that's what you're getting at."
Her eyes gesticulated at him crudely, "Kevin, this isn't the time for that. You don't understand what it's like when—"
Temper flaring, his hands withdrew from his pockets and gripped the creamy flesh of her thigh. Riled gaze stabbing her own, his nails began to slowly break into her flesh, severing her nerves. "Don't you dare make assumptions, Gwen."
"I'll make as many damn assumptions as I want! I'm two weeks late and scared as hell and you refuse to go out and buy the damn thing!"
His hands released her at the revelation. "You're… You're two weeks late?"
Her breath hitched in her throat. Suddenly, she wished she hadn't kicked the sheets away. In his accusatory stare she felt the shame of her exposed body overwhelm her. She wanted to cover up despite the number of times she'd slept with him.
Silent tears blurred her vision, "K-Kevin… w-what are my parents going to say?"
A/N: A friend prompted me with "an awkward conversation" and the above is what I got. I decided to add this to Games People Play for no particular reason. Honestly, it is living hell for me to look back at all the previous chapters. They're just atrocious. I've grown so much as a writer over the past year or so. But I refuse to delete any of them. I think it's kinda nice despite the humility to be able to look back at my old writing… Just to see how much I've improved. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this little drabble! No, I do not plan on continuing this particular chapter. Pregnancy stories just aren't my thing. Anyways, thanks for reading!