Page 66 of Wicked Nasty

Cat nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders, a hint of defiance in her actions. She glances down at her perfectly manicured nails before meeting Danny's gaze head on. “We're friends,” she states firmly, her eyes like sharp daggers as she challenges him.

The tension between them crackles like electricity in the air as they continue to stare each other down.

Kaiden and Xander come rushing over, pushing between Cat and Danny with a sense of urgency. The air around them crackles with tension, their breaths coming out in short gasps.

“Heyy, guys. What’s going on?” Kaiden's voice betrays his nervousness as he glances between Cat and Danny.

Cat turns towards them with a sickly sweet smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, but still manages to make me chuckle. This girl is not afraid of any damn thing.

“Nothing much, babe. We were just about to head out for some much-needed girl time.” Her gaze flickers over to Danny, her expression turning icy. It's clear that Cat is not one to back down from a challenge. “But it seems like Danny here has a problem with it.” Her words are laced with both confidence and defiance, daring Danny to speak up against her plans.

X timidly shrugs, his shoulders hunching up towards his ears. “I mean, you can’t really tell them what to do.”

Danny's pleading gaze meets mine, silently begging me to say something, anything at all.

But at this moment, with his friends surrounding us and the possibility of being overheard by other students, I am frozen. And there's no way I can speak up now; not with our emotions still raw and angry.

Cat opens the door to her sleek black car and gently ushers me inside. “Exactly. So we’re leaving. I swear to god, Danny. If you try to stop me, I will run your ass over.”

He sneers in response, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. “And if I follow you?”

Her voice drops to a low growl as she leans in close to him. “Don’t. Fucking. Test. Me.”

Kaiden steps forward and pushes them apart, positioning himself between them protectively. “Alright, babe,” he says calmly but firmly. “You girls have fun and stay out of trouble.”

He leans down and softly kisses Cat, causing her previously icy demeanor to melt as she gazes lovingly up at him.

Oh, how he understands her, loves her even through her tough exterior. They truly are meant for each other.

Cat clears her throat as Kaiden nuzzles down her neck with gentle kisses. “We won’t be long,” she murmurs breathlessly. “Love you, Kaid.”

“Love you too, baby,” Kaiden replies with a tender smile before stepping back and letting us leave in peace.

Penny joins us in the car and we drive away in silence as the tension from earlier lingers in the air like an unspoken weight between us all.

As we arrive at the clinic, the air is cool and crisp. We check in at the front desk and I'm led to a small room with muted walls and a comfortable reclining chair. Cat and Penny flank me on either side, our hands intertwined in support.

A middle-aged woman enters the room, her gray hair frayed and messy, lines etched deep into her face. Her eyes are tired and lacking their usual sparkle.

"It's positive. You are pregnant." She hands me a stack of pamphlets, her voice devoid of emotion. "You do have options," she adds, almost mechanically.

I take the pamphlets from her, my heart sinking as I realize the weight of this decision. But I know what I want, and it's not to continue this pregnancy.

The woman lets out an exasperated sigh as I shake my head. "I know what I want. I do not want this pregnancy."

She hesitates before taking the pamphlets back from me. "You really should think about this," she says sternly.

My patience wears thin as I respond firmly, "I did think about it. For a whole fucking week. And I don't want the baby. I want an abortion." The truth of my words hits me like a punch in the gut, but I know it's what's best for me right now.

The woman's critical gaze travels up and down my body, her eyes full of judgment. I feel small under her scrutiny, like a bug pinned to a specimen board.

“Fine. The doctor will be in,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand.

We wait for what feels like an eternity before the doctor finally enters the room. He is an older man, tall and lanky, with a balding head and thick gray eyebrows that give him a perpetually stern expression.

“I’ve been reviewing your notes,” he says, flipping through the papers on his clipboard. “In one week, you will come back and we will talk.”

I am taken aback by this news, my emotions swirling in a mix of shock, anger, and sadness.

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