“Yeah. What do you need, Bristol?”
“Why’d you do it?” she blurted, ignoring the concern niggling at her brain. “Why’d you tell people? You promised me you wouldn’t.”
“What are you talkin’ about?”
“The baby? Half the town knows now.”
Okay, so that was not something she knew for a fact, but it did help to drive home her point.
“I didn’t tell anyone,” he said firmly. “You asked us not to. No. Amend that. Youtoldus not to. So we haven’t.”
“Keegan did then,” she insisted.
“We haven’t told anyone. Not even our fucking parents, Bristol. What’s goin’ on?”
Tears sprang to her eyes.
How could this be happening? No one was supposed to know. Not until she figured out how to deal with it herself. Not until she was certain she could handle the curious stares and all the questions that would no doubt arise when people found out she was pregnant, and she didn’t know who the father was because she’d slept with them both. At the same freaking time.
“I can’t believe y’all did this to me,” she whispered, her chest aching. “You promised.”
“We didn’t do this,” he snapped, his anger apparent. “Maybe it was someone else you told.”
“I didn’t tell anyone else!” Bristol took a deep breath. “I’ve gotta go.”
She hung up the phone, not wanting to hear him deny it anymore. No one else knew that she was pregnant. No one—
Except…
“Oh, God.” Bristol fumbled for the chair and took a seat. “Rex knows.”
Bianca was still standing in her kitchen, staring at her like she’d lost her mind. It was a good possibility she had.
“You told Rex but not me?” Bianca looked … apoplectic at that realization.
“No. I mean, yes. I told him. I needed his perspective.”
“Right. Perspective.” Bianca turned toward the door. “Now I know exactly where I fit in around here.”
“Wait,” Bristol called out.
“No. I’ve said my piece. I’m done.”
“You can’t be mad at me!” Bristol insisted, shooting to her feet and stomping into the living room, where Bianca was reaching for the doorknob.
“Can’t I?” Bianca spun around. “I’ve spent the past month trying to figure out what’s goin’ on with you. We all have. We’ve been there for you, damn it. And you were keeping this secret from us. I thought we were best friends, Bristol.”
“This isn’t about you.”
Bianca gave a curt nod. “Clearly. It’s all about you. Just like it’s been for a really long time.” She sighed. “Like I said, I’m done.”
With that, her friend walked out of the house, leaving Bristol to stare after her.
An hour later, Bristol was lying in her darkened bedroom, eyes swollen and scratchy but wide open. Try as she might, she couldn’t sleep, her thoughts continuing to drift to Kaden and Keegan. To being seen with them in public. The stares the looks.
No doubt about it, she would be slated as the town slut.
For the first time, she was grateful her father wasn’t around to see it. Heaven forbid he find out his daughter was a trampy whore who spread her legs for more than one man at a time.
