My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 7 - He's just a liar!

       

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          For the rest of the day, I don't see Caleb at all. Jeremy ends up staying out at his friend's place for the night, who I found out has his own apartment just a few miles away from here. Living on his own seems pretty cool, and it's also a reason to think maybe he's independent and takes care of his responcibilities. That's pretty awesome if you ask me. This morning I woke up and went out to Ihop for breakfast with my mom, then we went food shopping together. I haven't been able to help her with unpacking the groceries or anything in almost half a year, so spending time with her is actually really nice. The entire time, my mind is only focused on one thing.

           I've missed an entire period, and I might be pregnant.

           Even admitting that to myself mentally, physically, and emotionally kills me. It tears me apart to realize the one time I had sex and lost my virginity, was the night I possible got knocked up. Knocked up sounds so horrible... doesn't it? It sounds like something a girl would become after screwing multiple different guys. 'Oh, that girl got knocked up. She gets around'. Stuff like that. 

          But when it comes to me. . . no. I didn't get knocked up. I don't get around. I don't sleep with tons of guys for the hell of it just to have fun. I had sex, innocently, for the first time in my life. And I might be pregnant. Or, I can just be scaring myself and it could be me missing my period from stress. I've been pretty stressed out moving all the way back here after being away for so long... So maybe, just maybe, that's it. That's why I haven't gotten it yet. But next month, I know I will.

            

          The day goes by quicker than ever and before I know it, it is 6:50! I have ten minutes before Caleb calls me! This is the first date I've ever been on. I feel like a little girl; I've never been this excited in my life! I quickly hop in the shower and let the hot water run down my body, and I close my eyes, letting myself remember the kiss we shared yesterday afternoon in the shed. Gosh, I've never felt something like that for anyone before. It was just simply amazing. 

          Not having any clue where he will be taking me later tonight, I get out of the shower and decide I'm just going to wear a black jean skirt with a gold belt, along with a pretty pink haulter top. I blow dry my hair and straighten it, put on some makeup and I also put in a pair of big gold hoop earings to match my belt. I glance over to the clock and realize it's already 7:25! Wow, he hasn't called me yet, has he? I dart into my closet and slip into a pair of one inch black heels, as I stare at myself into my tall mirror hanging against the wall, making sure I look good. And I do.

         Smiling as widely as possible, I run down the stairs and make my way rushing into the kitchen, when suddenly, the phone rings. Jumping up and down in excitement is when I tightly grab it in my hand, I press talk, and I hold it gently against my ear.

             "Hello," I quietly answer, trying to not sound so desperate and happy as I hear a laugh.

             "Hey, Isabella?" Caleb's voice says though the phone, as I deeply sigh.

             I giggle, "Yeah, it's me."

           "I'm glad you're the one who answered," he tells me, as I rest my back against the counter and I try to even out my breathing. "Explaining myself to your mom or especially your dad would have been pretty hard. . ."