This can’t be happening to me. My geography teacher did not just tell me that I would have to spend the next two weeks working closely on a project with Tyson Roberts. Tyson, as in the guy who got me pregnant. The guy whom I told about our baby and he decided he needed to focus on his future. That guy.
I glance over in his direction to see him looking almost sick. His face has taken on a slightly paler shade and his upper lip is curled just a slight bit. Even though I feel the same way, and figured he’d feel like this, it hurts to see him so reluctant to be with me. If anything, shouldn’t I be the one who doesn’t want to be around him? Instead, I’m the one who makes the first move by grabbing my things and moving to sit beside him.
Neither of us acknowledge the other as I take m
