Page 65 of Becoming His

“Did she tell you it was yours?” Bailey asked calmly as Chase stared at him.

“Well, who else would it be? Neither of us has fucked around since each other, so—” His voice trailed off as he watched Elena walking down the hallway, all eyes on her as she stared at the floor. She looked pale despite the excessive makeup, and her eyes were red-rimmed.

“Elena, we need to talk,” Chase said as she shook her head at him, her eyes taking in Bailey and me anxiously. She licked her lips as she spoke.

“I can’t talk to you right now. I’m sorry.” Her voice was hoarse as she hurried past us, and Chase watched her with an unreadable expression on his face. Ray joined us with a sigh.

“Well, well, well. Gotta love the drama.”

Chase turned to Ray, a look of disgust on his face. Before he could retort, Bailey clapped him on the back.

“Let’s go talk; what are we doing, gym?”

Chase nodded, and Bailey turned back to me.

“Counting down the minutes, and I don’t even care how that sounds. Love you.”

I wore a stupid grin when he walked away, deep in conversion with Chase.

“Do I look like that around your brother?”

I sighed happily as I turned to Ray.

“Yes. I can’t believe we are both in love. What the hell?”

“Indeed. The nerd and the jock.” She grinned as I studied her for a moment.

“The nerd and the princess.”

She frowned at me as I waited patiently for the penny to drop.

“Me and Elijah? Girl. He is the hottest nerd I’ve ever seen. But you’re right, and I am a princess.” We laughed as we made our way to class. I was suddenly aware of nails sinking into my arm, and a hand grabbed me, making me call out in surprise.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Can I talk to you?”

I stared as Elena walked back into the bathroom behind her, sending me a pleading look.Is she being serious right now?

“Tell her to fuck off immediately,” Ray commanded as I exhaled slowly.

“She’s pregnant, Ray, and probably terrified. I’ll catch up with you in class.”

“But she’s a vile bitch-”

“Ray!” I cried as she pursed her lips.

“Urgh. You’re too kind for your own good.”

I pushed the door to the bathroom, the smell of ammonia and cheap perfume filling my nostrils.

“Elena?”

I heard a sniffle as she stepped out of a cubicle, her eyes streaming.

“I know you hate me. I’ve been such a bitch to you. I’m sorry. I am.”

I waited, her apology meaning nothing to me. I couldn’t ever forgive her. She inhaled, dabbing under her eyes with a tissue. Miraculously her makeup had remained intact.

“We both know who the potential father could be. Chase and I—we haven’t had sex that much. Once or twice, maybe.” She tore the tissue apart as the silence between us spoke volumes. I waited, not wanting to interrupt her.