Chapter #15: Constant Feel of Betrayal
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"67 percent isn't too bad, don't sweat it," Veronica shrugs, and looks back at her laptop screen.
I clench my essay in between my fingers, staring hard at it. "Not good enough."
It was odd how little things were starting to anger me again, almost like nothing was good enough.
I hear Veronica sigh from her desk, and I peek over to see what she was scrolling on.
"You're fine, Peyton," she encourages before continuing to browse online.
"What are you Googling?" I ask, standing up and walking over to her, leaning against her desk chair. My nosy-ness was at it's finest today. "Apartments?" I gasp, turning the chair around and staring blandly at her.
She smiles sheepishly. "Yes. Apartments. This dorm room is just... Not for us."
"Us?" I emphasize, stabbing my pointer finger at my own chest. "I knew you were up to something fishy. Veronica what are you looking at apartments for? We're fine here."
Veronica snorts, throwing a leg over her other. She pokes her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "You haven't thought about anything, have you idiot? Ugh, I'm supposed to me the worry-free one here. Anyways, you're pregnant, dumbass. You can't stay here. You need space and I just so happen to need space as well. Look," she points a finger at her screen. "3 minute drive, just at the end of downtown. An entire apartment duplex, 3 bedroom, 1 bathroom. It's perfect."
I stare blankly at the screen. It looked pretty cozy, not so modern but just the perfect touch of vintage, almost like a cottage. The ceilings were very high, so it seemed in the pictures, and the brick walls were very pretty. "How much is the rent?"
"460$ a month. Comes with new furnished home appliances as well. What do you think?" she grins, poking my belly lightly.
I giggle quietly, playfully pushing her hand away. "That's super good... I just need to talk to my Aunt and Uncle though. I have a lot to talk about actually..."
Veronica scoffs exasperatedly. "You sure do. Good luck with that girly."
She plumps up her curly red hair, turning back to the screen whilst picking up her cellphone. She dials the number on the screen. Meanwhile, I quietly dread how I'd be able to tell my guardians about my baby. I hadn't even visited them yet, the guilt I felt was getting overbearing.
"What about our friends here?" I murmur, and she looks at me foolishly.
"It's not like we're moving away silly, we're just getting out of this ass-tight dorm. Still coming to this college."
I nod, slapping my forehead. "Right, right. Sorry, pregnancy brain."
She laughs. "Yeah, you need to stop spending 18$ on Pregnancy Help books. There's already 9 on your bed."
"Are you making fun of me?" I chuckle, narrowing my eyes at her.
She smiles. "Nope."
I shake my head, as Veronica begins speaking into the phone. My mind wanders to Evan, and how hard it'll be for him to wake up with this entire new world in front of him. I couldn't help but suddenly dread telling him about our child; it just felt like too much pressure on him, especially after his coma.
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