——Sam
Christie must have shut her mouth because Mom never asked me about my puffy eyes when she came home later on Friday. And my weekend was nothing but peaceful and quiet. Dean went out with his newfound friends while I kept myself busy by doing some advance reading on Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights.
My rational mind had finally taken over, and I knew that the pregnancy lie was a disaster waiting to happen. But I refused to think that it was and told myself over and over again that I didn’t care. Most high school guys would rush to the nearest exits whenever faced with huge, complicated responsibilities like teenage pregnancy. And certainly, Aaron was no exception, which was good so he’d finally leave me alone.
On Sunday night, I received a call from Chloe. She was feeling sick a
