Chapter 6

**Blake**

Even though he was all the way across the room, the first thing I noticed after the little slut called my boyfriend her baby was Jason’s infamous smirk plastered across his face, amused to see what is was happening. I wanted to walk over to him, and slap him upside the head, immediately wiping that smirk off his stupid face.

But then I remembered that Nicole, the head cheerleader, also known as the school slut - my worst enemy since kindergarten - was still all over my boyfriend as he tried prying her off. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t surprised that Nicole was all over him because she had always wanted what I had. Since kindergarten, Nicole and I had this feuding war between us that had started when she pulled off the head of my Barbie doll that every girl in our class was in love with.

It’s always been about jealousy; I had the better boyfriends, I was a better dancer and I was more popular.

But I couldn’t bring myself to feel bad for Nicole.

“Why are your slutty hands all over my boyfriend?” I screeched pulling Nicole away from Braydon and pushing her aside almost knocking her over, but she caught herself just as she was about to fall to the floor.

She brushed it off easily and put a smirk on her stupid face, however, unlike Jason’s, there was an evil look behind this.

“Calm down Blake,” She laughed thinking the situation was funny.

“Not until you answer my fucking question,” I yelled. At this point, I didn’t care if all eyes were on me or that I swore in front of the nurses; I was seeing red and was still waiting for Braydon to step up and say that there is nothing going on between him and this whore, but it seemed like he was frozen in place—a deer caught in the headlights.

“I heard that our quarterback was in major pain and I was checking to see if he would still be playing in Saturday’s home game.” She reassured.

I rolled my eyes, knowing there was more behind it – this was Nicole after all; the same Nicole that would sleep with anything that had a penis whether he was single, taken, married, straight or gay.

And I wouldn’t call a blow to the face ‘major pain’.

“Just don’t let me catch your slutty hands all over my boyfriend again, understand?” I warned, giving her a smirk of my own. But all she did was roll her eyes and walk away from us.

That’s when I turned my attention to Braydon, waiting to hear an explanation. “What was all that about?” I questioned.

“She was all over me.” He stated.

I rolled my eyes—thank you captain obvious. “I know that, but why?”

He shrugged. “Cause she’s a slut babe, but you know how I feel about her.”

“Do I?” I argued.

“If you’re questioning me about my fidelity to you then you’re insane.” The nurse finished bandaging him up and he got up from the chair and walked out of the nurse’s office without another word, leaving me utterly speechless.

**Braydon**

To say I was pissed off was an understatement; I was furious. How dare she think it was okay to be all over me in front of my girlfriend? On top of that I had to lie to Blake, one of the things she hated—alongside cheaters. I’m in big shit now.

I had to find Nicole but I had no clue where to look for her. I didn’t know if she would be in the cafeteria or if she had a class.

I decided to ask David or whatever his name was, who was sitting right outside the nurse’s office to point me in the direction he saw her go.

When I approached him, his eyes widened in fear, probably thinking I would beat him up again. I really felt bad for beating him up in the first place but it was his own fault for eavesdropping.

"It's not mine!" I shouted, my nostrils flaring. It couldn't be mine; I didn't want it to be mine. I tried to hold back my anger as I cracked my knuckles and tried to restrain myself from punching a locker.

This slut was trying to pin a baby on me. I knew I wasn’t the only guy she slept with.

"Who else would it be?" She shouted back, "We slept together a month ago and now I'm a month pregnant."

Please don't let it be mine, I silently prayed. I can't mess up my relationship with Blake.

"What about Jason?" I pressed. "You slept with him too."

She shook her head furiously. "Jason and I slept together two weeks ago; it can't be his."

This time I couldn't restrain myself from punching a locker. I knew I would regret this later at football practice but I was just too damn mad to give a shit right now so I suppressed the pain.

"Fuck." I cursed. This baby is going to ruin everything; how am I supposed to explain to Blake that I slept with the person she has hated since kindergarten? And now she’s pregnant with a child—*my child*.

"I just want my baby to grow up with a dad in its life." Her voice was pleading.

"No offense Nicole," I sighed, "but half the population of the guys in this school could be the possible father to your unborn baby, so don't put all this pressure on me especially when I have a girlfriend."

I watched as she tucked a loose lock of blond hair behind her ear and her blue eyes become bloodshot. Her coloured contacts looked even more ridiculous now than they usually did. Her natural eye colour was a dull brown.

She looked like she wanted to kill me. I bet she would have killed me if she could have.

"What's so special about her?" She sneered, "All I hear at this damn school is Blake this, Blake that. I'm sick and tired of hearing about that fucking slut."

I never thought about hitting a woman before and in fact, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind...until now.

How dare she call Blake a slut? I thought, furiously.

Blake was and still is the opposite of a slut actually; she's so innocent but yet so stubborn. She's outgoing but most people don't know that she prefers to stay at home. She loves the color red because it matches her hair and her eyes light up like a Christmas tree when she gets really excited.

I felt my anger diminish as I thought about why Blake was so special to me. I felt defeated; I was going to lose my girlfriend. The girl I had instantly loved the first time I had laid my eyes on her.

I walked away from Nicole. I had nothing else to say to her.

I stopped dead in my tracks, though, after a few steps when I saw who was blocking my path. It was clear by the look on his face that he had heard the whole conversation.

And just like that my anger returned. I grabbed David by the collar, slammed him against the lockers and threatened him not to say anything to Blake.

“I’m sorry about earlier,” I told him, “But I really need to find Nicole. In which direction did she go?”

With a shaky hand, he pointed upstairs and with a thank you, I sprinted up them.

**Jason’s POV**

When the nurse stopped putting ice on my black eye, I scrunched up my nose, wondering how bad I looked right now.

I looked over at Blake who was still frozen in place. She had been standing like that since the retard she calls her boyfriend had stormed out of the nurse’s office.

I walked over to her, wondering if she was okay, but all she did was push me aside. She had then hurried out of the nurse’s office, suddenly desperate to get away.

Once I had overstayed my visit in the nurse’s office, I left calmly - unlike everybody else - and I found Dave sitting outside the door. When I approached him, his head snapped up to look at me and he even offered me a tiny grin. I didn’t return it though. I was too busy trying to get to the bottom of things.

“Tell me what Braydon is hiding from Blake.” I demanded. He stayed silent. “Fine don’t tell me, I’ll just beat you into telling me.”

His eyes went wide. “Okay fine I’ll tell.” He stuttered.

And then he started telling me what he had seen and heard.

The corner of my mouth turned to a smirk; I’ve got you now Braydon.