Part 43 (2/2)
”I don't meana be rude, but you really look like s.h.i.+t,” he said.
”Thanks, Sledge, you really are a charmer.”
Sledge shrugged. ”You know what I mean; you look like you wanna chunder.”
”That's cos I'm pregnant.”
”Congrats I guess, or commiserations, whichever fits the bill.”
”It's your baby.”
Sledge's face dropped. No, it didn't just drop, it plummeted right through the floor and went straight to h.e.l.l. ”No, f.u.c.kin' way,” he said, barely forming the words.
”Yes, f.u.c.king way, that's the point, you f.u.c.ked me, now I'm preggers.”
Sledge breathed in, trying to grab as much oxygen as he could before he keeled over. She couldn't be pregnant... s.h.i.+t! Corey was going to kill him. He raised his hands to his head. ”This can't be happening; this can't be happening...”
”You're not the one puking your guts out,” Stella snapped. ”So, stop feeling sorry for yourself.”
”But it can't be mine.”
”Well, it is.”
”No, it has to be someone else's; I can't have been the only one.”
She bit her lip, looking like she was about to cry. ”You are.”
”But what about your ex?”
She burst into tears. ”Z-Zane's de-dead.”
Sledge winced, realising he'd put his gigantic foot into his gigantic mouth. Ash had told him Tama was alive, and last night on the news he'd heard that it was Zane who had died in the riot, the mix up with his age having caused the confusion. ”Um, sorry,” although he wasn't, because Zane had shot his mate Mikey, almost killing him. ”You sure it's still not his?”
”I-I-I'm eight weeks pregnant, so it can't be,” she snivelled.
Dammit! Zane had been arrested and thrown into prison about three months ago.
Her sobbing grew louder.
Sledge glanced at the pa.s.sage doorway, then went to sit next to Stella, hoping Naf didn't come out. ”Don't cry,” he said, patting her lap, and feeling like a doofus for doing it.
She grabbed him around the neck and buried her face into it, her crying intensifying. Sledge held his hands out, not knowing what to do. He wanted to pry her off him, but didn't want to upset her more.
”Um...” He patted her back. ”Sorry. Um, s.h.i.+t, um, do ya want sumpthin' to drink or a tissue?”
She shook her head, still holding him tight, the fact he was half-naked making him feel even more uncomfortable.
”Do ya want me to call someone for you?”
”No, I just need you.”
”Why? I hardly know you.”
She pulled back a little, though she still kept a death grip on him, like she was scared he was going to take off-which he was seriously considering.
”I like you.”
”Yeah, so? I like Keira Knightley, but I don't do nuthin' 'bout it.”
”You didn't get her pregnant.”
”Wish I did, then I wouldn't be poor,” he said, hoping to lighten the mood before it hit pitch black.
She didn't even smile, just stared at him with her pale blue eyes, which looked so big in her tear streaked pixie-face, her short blonde hair framing it all perfectly. Even sick she was so f.u.c.king cute, which was probably why his b.a.s.t.a.r.d of a c.o.c.k was already betraying him as it saluted her beneath his towel. He cursed it in his head, telling the p.r.i.c.k it was the cause of all his b.l.o.o.d.y trouble.
She looked down at it, then back at him, her expression almost relieved. ”I thought that since I'm pregnant with your baby we could see each other, and maybe, possibly, I could live with you.”
So, this was what this was about: She wanted him to support her. He grabbed her arms and pulled them off him. ”No, I'm unemployed, so I can't raise a baby, and I've got a ...” boyfriend, ”girlfriend, so you can't live with me.”
”I'm not asking for you to pay anything, I can support myself. All I need is a place to stay, cos my parents have kicked me out. And you should take a part in your baby's life, and you said you liked me, so why can't you drop whatever s.k.a.n.k you're with to be with me? We were great together.”
”It wuz a one-night-stand, and having great s.e.x doesn't mean we should be together.”
”But, I've never had a guy act like you did, which means you must really be into me.”
”I didn't act any differently than I do with any other chick I've rooted.”
”It wasn't just a root! Don't make it sound so vulgar.”
”I wuzn't making love, if that's what you're gettin' at.”
”But, it felt like it.”
”Well, it couldn't have been cos I didn't stick around, and I love my ... girlfriend.”
”You can't have been with her that long, unless you cheated with me.”
”I've only just starting dating hi... her. And we were friends a long time before we got together.”
”But, you got me pregnant.”
Sledge held up his hands. ”Hold up, you lemme f.u.c.k you, so don't put this all on me.”
”Please, Sledge, I don't wanna raise the baby on my own.” She placed a hand on his chest, her big eyes begging. Her fingers ran down his stomach and landed on his now, not so interested c.o.c.k, the beggar also thinking this wasn't a good idea.
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