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Nothing more.
We went home and never mentioned it. When we next saw each other, it was like nothing happened. In true Abby style, she glossed over the whole thing and started talking about where she wanted to go on vacation.
While me… the idiot that I was had geared up to talk to her. I actually thought that maybe, just maybe, we could try and see what happened. We were both eighteen and at the age where we could have done anything. I wanted to talk about it, but when I saw that she didn’t, I decided to push it out of my mind.
Push it to the back of beyond and never speak about it either. I just figured the obvious reason why she didn’t want to talk was that she didn’t feel the same or see me that way. I didn’t push the issue, and I went along with pretending because it was the sort of thing that could be uncomfortable. Or even damage what we had.
I always wondered though, and now there was this thing that she was asking me to do.
The whole night passed without hearing from her. It was the first in years that had happened. The next morning too. Usually, we would have messaged a few times in the night and morning. It showed she must have well and truly be upset with me.
I only went to see her in the afternoon because she was going to Vegas and I didn’t want her going while there was this friction between us. Mia let me in, and I went straight up to Abby’s room, where I found her packing.
Her hair was down today. Her lips a soft pink, and the barely-there eye make-up could have distracted from the slight hint of red in her eyes that told me she’d been crying. She wore short shorts that showed off her tanned legs, and one of those little tops with the puff sleeves and lace that looked more fitting for a doll.
She stopped packing when I came in and looked at me. This was the first in a while, too, that I’d gone to see her and she didn’t look happy to see me. She looked uneasy and unsettled. Pissed for sure, but this was the sort of thing you couldn’t push.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hey.”
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah, we’re leaving an hour.” She leaned back against the wall.
“Didn’t hear from you last night. I guess you’re still mad at me.”
She folded her arms. “I shouldn’t have told you anything. In fact, I shouldn’t have asked you.”
“Abby, you can’t be upset with me for something like this. That’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not. I agree. This is all my problem; all mine, and it was unfair of me to drag you into it.” She pulled in a sharp breath and straightened. “It’s me who’s screwed up and thinks it’s better to have the baby without the hassle of a relationship. It’s my fault I’m so dumb I couldn’t see this was the worst idea ever. It’s me who thought that of all the men on this stupid planet, you’re the best one. But God forbid that I’d want the best father for my child. God forbid that I want to skip over the assholes and the jerks. And in true Abby style, I pick the only guy who wouldn’t want me. The only one who wouldn’t have meaningless sex with me.”
A tear ran down her cheek, and she sighed, rushing past me.
I watched her go. It was all I could do. It was for the best because there was that thing again. That part of me that snapped; or maybe it was more like it unlocked or awakened. It awakened and waved itself at me, telling me she was wrong.
She didn’t pick the only guy who wouldn’t want her.
I did.
Chapter 5
Abby
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Ireally shouldn’t have gone to Vegas.
Apart from being the wet blanket of the group, I was pretty certain Taylor was worried about me. Actually, they all were, and it didn’t help that instead of going out with them and being the usual life of the party, I’d gone to my room straight after dinner.
I’d gone to my room and watched some old horror films that were being shown on the hotel’s channel, old classic movies likeSwamp ThingandDracula. There were over a hundred channels, but I didn’t even bother to switch it to something better.
I think I could honestly say beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was depressed and possibly having a midlife crisis.
In just this past week, I’d basically propositioned two men. One was my best friend, the other was possibly a nice guy I could have gotten to know if there’d been chemistry.
I’d done all this with the hope of carrying out this mission of mine to get a baby. In my heart I knew it was bizarre, and I’d quickly realized that just because it felt right to me, that didn’t mean it would feel right to everyone else.
