Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
“I’m a pregnant virgin,” I mutter. I press my thighs together thinking about that night. Valen had come on my sex and even pressed the head of his cock into me a little. It hadn’t been far, but I felt the warmth of his cum inside of me. It never crossed my mind that I could end up pregnant. He was barely inside of me.
“Hey, look at the bright side.” Christy stands over me beside the bed. “You won’t show ‘til probably summer, so no one will know. You can finish your classes and graduate.”
“I don’t have to stay. I already have enough classes to graduate.” I checked into it last week when I got an inkling that I could be pregnant. The classes I am taking now are all toward college credits. I am essentially done with prep school.
“You’re leaving?”
“I don’t know.” I pull the pillow over my head. Shit just got real complicated. As if things between Valen and me weren’t complicated enough already.
The new year had really started out with a bang. It was the first year since I lost my parents that I thought I was going to finally let the cuts that still lingered heal. The scars will always be there. They are a part of me, but I’ve felt that I was still bleeding for so long. That was until Valen kissed me. Afterward, it felt like my life had finally pulled back to the path I always thought was mine.
As quickly as that feeling came, it all slipped away. He hadn’t even bothered to chase after me. I went up to my stupid room at my uncle’s house to sulk. Later on that evening, I had to hear Tia gush over Valen having danced with her. What kind of sense does that even make? He comes all over me and then goes and dances with her? The fuck? And since when does Valen dance? I’m starting to wonder if I know him at all.
The accident changed me. I suppose it had done the same to him. This Valen isn’t mine. I’m not sure who he is.
“Don’t do this.” Christy pulls the pillow off my head. “The man mauled you. He wants you. Don’t torture yourself for no reason.”
“Well, if he wants me, he sure doesn’t act like it. I hear from him less than I did before.”
“I’m sure this is hard for him. I mean, come on Petal. The man is a bit older than you, and you are still in high school. I know you’re eighteen but still. Imagine the inner battle he’s probably having with himself.”
“Stop.” I grab the pillow and hit her with it.
“It’s true! It’s even what you said he was going on about.” She yanks the pillow from me. “Either way, you’re about to find out how he really feels when you give him the news.”
“No.” I gasp, sitting up. “No.” I shake my head adamantly. “I can’t tell him. I know what he’ll do. He’ll demand we get married and so on.” I refuse to corner him into a life that he doesn’t want.
“I don’t understand your math, and I’m a mathematician. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Not by force. Who wants someone to marry them out of obligation? I would never want that for him no matter what.” Christy cringes, knowing I’m right.
“Want me to find out what he’s up to?” Christy offers for the millionth time. Christy is from the Bernadotte family. A very wealthy and somewhat large family. Their family isn’t shy about being out in public. There is always a Bernadotte at any party or event that is important. Hence they know everything when it comes to gossip.
“I don’t know.” I chew on my bottom lip. She has asked me before, and I always tell her no. I never thought Valen was some playboy, but if on some off chance I had everything wrong and I was living in Naïveville, I didn’t want to face that reality, so I always said no. At least I hadn’t wanted to face it then, but now I don’t think I have a choice. I need to know the truth.
“I’m doing it. Sometimes a best friend has to do what needs to be done.” Christy pulls her phone off the charger and starts clicking away. If her track record is anything to go by, I know this won’t take her very long.
The girls in her family have secret Instagram accounts under fake names. They keep all of them private and only friend each other. They share random pictures and gossip with each other on it. It’s sweet how close their family is. Especially the women.
I could never get to that level with Tia. She has had this weird dislike for me since we were kids. She was very good at hiding it in front of people. Her below the belt comments were made for only my ears. They never bothered me until after the accident. She was quick to bring up my scars and took every chance she could to talk about Valen in a way that she knew would hurt me. She loved that she could use him to get under my skin.