Never Be the Same
Chapter 4
"Hey Ken." Dana said, as she walked into the
coffeeshop.
I raised an eyebrow at her. Dana hated coffee more than anything,
why was she here?
Besides, it was Saturday, she told me on Wednesday that she had a
date set up then.
"What's up?" I asked as I cleared one of the tables
free of the mess that was left.
Dana shrugged, taking a seat at one of the high-set tables near
me.
"Nothing, I'm waiting for my date." she grinned,
and I looked at her confused.
"Why here? You hate coffee." I stated.
Dana nodded and pointed at me like I was right on the money.
"I do! But I need to to approve of him, make sure that
he's right for me, you know?" she asked, flipping her
long brown curls over her shoulder.
I nodded, and placed the bucket of dirty utensils and dishes on
the counter.
"I gotcha, Dane." I smiled, suddenly feeling
uneasy.
I felt my knees wobble, and my stomach lurched as I went to sit
down.
"Oh s//t." I mumbled, as I purged into the nearest
garbage can.
I heard Dana freak out, as I tried to re-gain my cool
composure.
"What the hell?!" Dana shouted as I suddenly felt a
wave of nervousness fall over me.
"I need to go make a call." I said, pulling my cell
phone out of my pocket.
I walked away, scrolling through my contacts for a specific name
and number.
I waited as the line rang a few times, before somebody picked up
on the other line.
"Hello?" I heard Sam's husky voice speak, and I bit
my bottom lip.
I thought about hanging up at that moment, because I was afraid
of what may happen.
"Hey, Sam? Can you come to the coffeeshop, I need to talk
with you." I replied, reluctantly.
Really thinking about it, mine and Sam's "actions"
a few weeks ago were kind of a spur of the moment, you get what I
mean?
"Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a few" he said, and
we hung up.
"So, what's wrong?" Dana asked as I walked back to
her.
I took in a deep breath, and blinked back a few tears. This
couldn't actually be happenning.
"I slept with Sam, and I think I may be pregnant." I
said quietly, hanging my head.
I could feel Dana's eyes on me, and I knew her mouth had
dropped in shock.
"What makes you think that?" she replied calmly, like
it wasn't anything serious.
"Well, I was suppose to get my period on Monday, and
it's never late." I began, "And I just threw
up."
"And you haven't gotten it still?" I shook my head,
"Oh my God." she finished.
Dana walked around the table to me, and gave me a tight
squeeze.
Just seconds later, the bell on the front door sang, meaning
somebody was here.
"So, what's up, Ken?" Sam asked, as relaxed as
anybody could be.
I looked over to Dana, who nodded, and excused herself to go to
the bathroom.
Sam accepted her seat once she was gone, and looked at me
confused.
"Sam, when we, you know, did you use, you know?" I
managed to partially sputter out.
Sam's blue eyes widened, turning from a bright, ocean blue,
to a deep indigo.
"Oh s//t. Oh s//t. Oh s//t. You're not," he trailed
off, and I shrugged.
"I don't know yet," I said, as he stood up, pacing
back and forth.
He opened his mouth to say something, then paused, before he left
the shop.
I watched in awe as he left, the sound of Dana's voice
gripping me back to reality.
Sam had just walked away me and what could possibly be our
child.
"That son of a b-I'm going to kill him." Dana
growled, and I grabbed her arm.
"Leave him, he's not worth it." I said, my eyelids
starting to brim with tears.
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