Yours Truly

Chapter 3

Mindy had her arms around me in a protective stance while her eyes send dead glares to him. His nonchalant face didn't betray even a glimpse of emotion; I guess it takes a lot more than bumping into your one-night stand to move that stoic. Wish I could have half of that poker face!

The situation couldn't have gotten any worse, but it did.

"Miss Iris, your pregnancy test is here"—came the voice of the nurse, exposing my blatant uterus lie. I let out an awkward smile, while internally screaming at my stupid attempts to cover up the truth when it's written on my face that I'm a liar.

So, dear reader, that's how I got here. Alone with this man in a cafe. The way HE wanted it.
The first thing he said was not "Nice to meet you again". Hell even a hello would've been fine, but he just had to go ahead with—

“Let's get married”.

“Yeah, right— Wait, what?” I had a minor heart attack as I heard him say it. Trust me, I've never been out of words in my life, but kudos to him— I'm speechless.

“I said, let's get married”. He repeats as if the only problem here is my my damn ears.

“Wait— is this a joke?”. I question him. I'm pretty sure if I weren't always crazy, I'd be going crazy now.

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

"The baby's not yours. I have a boyfriend", I blurt out. I am smart, ain't I? Plus one to me for still not losing it. But my lies don't seem to faze him; he's so cool about it. I'm telling you NOTHING bothers this man. He takes a look at his watch and gives me a questioning look.

"So, you cheated on your boyfriend?" Wait a minute, is it all he cares about? I mean, he asks me to get married out of nowhere, but I am not allowed to have a boyfriend out of nowhere? Why does he have to go all Sherlock Holmes about it.

"What??! Yeah, no, I mean, anyways the baby's not yours that's all".

"Look, Iris, go home and think over it. I'll get in touch with you in three days. I have an appointment, so see you later".

I sat there flabbergasted as he left. Only seconds later, Mindy, who had been waiting ooutside rushed in.

"What'd he say? Do you want me to beat him up?"

I didn't utter a sentence; it took me some minutes to register everything. I looked at Mindy who waited for me, worry written on her face, and mumbled "He proposed to me".

I am no stranger to failed marriages. My parents got a divorce when I was eight. I was already tired of their fights, and it's no surprise they got a divorce. I am the living proof of a failed marriage. No way in hell I'm jumping into one with my own feet. Never.

In fact, I'm pretty sure he was bluffing. He didn't even get my number. What kind of person doesn't get your number if they really want to keep in touch with you. He must've been kidding, but I'm the loser here because the thought of not seeing him again hurts. I feel pathetic; it didn't take much for me to get attached to a stranger. I didn't even do anything; I just went with the flow, like always, I played the bysander while fate fucked with me. Still, I'm the one who gets hurt. I hurt when I try, and I hurt when I don't try. At this point, life seems like a big fuck you from heaven.

I didn't talk to Mindy after we left the cafe. We were both silently contemplating what to do next. She stayed with me the entire weekend, and even insisted on sleeping with me. Jason stopped by, and she told him everything. It was the most mortifying thing of it all, telling Jason. It hasn't been long since I decided to give up on him, and if I could, I would've chosen not to tell him, but Mindy insisted that we do.

She called him as soon as we reached home; he didn't tell me anything except that he'll be here for me whenever I need him. Both of them didn't leave me alone for a single minute; one or the other always kept me company, tending to all my needs.

The biggest issue now is that I don't think my baby's gonna have a father. I swear to give everything I can to my baby; the last thing I want for my baby is to grow up like I did. I'm gonna make sure that doesn't happen. I may not have a perfect family, but I've got Mindy and Jason. My baby will have a loving aunt and uncle.

Monday hit me like a thunderstorm, out of nowhere. Tanya greeted me with a warm smile as soon as I sat on my desk, "Good morning miss Iris! how'd your weekend go?" I have no idea how she's so energetic all the time; guess it's a package that comes with the P.E. teacher.

"Good morning, miss Tanya". I try to avoid the 'how'd your weekend go' but she kept looking at me; I knew I had to say something. "I got to hang out with a friend, it was fine. How was your weekend?" Well, practically speaking, I did hang out with Mindy on saturday.
"I went on a date with my boyfriend. It was amazing", she said and handed me a bag. "Here I bought this for you". It was a shirt that said 'Sweet Summer', OH MY GOD. It's a limited edition A. Swift shirt. She's my favorite artist. I love Tanya; She just made my day, this is why people love Tanya she makes everybody's day.

"I saw it on sale, and bought it as a gift for your birthday but it looks like you could use some help today. So have this and cheer up!"

Three days went by with me growing more depressed and anxious.

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