Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39971 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
So, I clean up all the remains of my brother's meal, putting the lunch meat and condiments back into the refrigerator and placing the bread in its place on the shelf in the pantry. The smell of the food makes me a little nauseous, so I'm careful to work quickly.
Once I put everything away, I go upstairs to my room to lay down.
I really need to think about this and plan it out.
I'm still determined to go to school but that might be out of the question, at least for a while after the baby comes.
Maybe I can just go for as long as I can before this pregnancy thing gets too difficult for me to handle.
I still can’t believe I actually am pregnant, and to Steve, no less.
I shut my eyes and beg the universe to let me fall asleep, because my brain hurts from thinking so much. But my heart is still sure that I want to have this baby, one way or another.
Chapter 6 – Steve
I'm in the locker room at the stadium, getting ready for practice. It's been over a month since I've gotten here and all I can do is think about Bella.
I know I should be hooking up with all the hot cheerleaders here. They’re practically throwing themselves at me. That's what I'd normally be doing and there have been plenty of opportunities, but no matter what I do, I just can't focus on anyone else other than Bella.
I've always been a player but that seems to have changed now. I can't seem to think about any other woman because Bella is constantly on my mind.
Things were different before because even though I’d lusted after Bella, I’d never thought I actually stood a chance with her. But now that I’ve had her, I’m hooked.
Ever since I found out that was as into me as I’ve always been into her, and we hooked up at our joint party, I can't get her out of my thoughts. She’s ruined me— there’s no other woman for me but her.
I'd spent so many nights thinking about how I could see her again, but I’d always ended up thinking that's not possible. She's probably already started school and I'm busy here.
Plus, Derek would probably stand in the way of that. I don't want to do anything to upset him or get her into trouble with him. He already keeps her on a sort of tight leash anyways.
We’d both said we could only have that one night together, and I’d previously been thinking I had to honor our agreement, which meant not talking to Bella at all, for fear that I’d want to give into my desire for her again.
Now I’m thinking that I have to do something, though. My feelings for her are so intense that I need to be with her again, no matter the risk to her or me. I just hope she feels the same way.
I’ve never been worried about a girl not liking me before. In fact, I’ve always had the opposite problem— they’ve liked me too much and grew too attached. But here I am feeling like a pathetic puppy dog, hoping that Bella has been thinking about me as much as I’ve been thinking about her.
I finish getting dressed in my practice clothes and grab my gear. Then I walk through the arena and join the other players who are already assembled on the field.
The cheerleaders are out here and one in particular is glancing in my direction. I think her name is Trixie or Trina or something like that. I don’t know her name for sure but I also don't really care what it is.
"Hey, Steve," she calls out, while waving at me.
It's been like that ever since I got here. She's been constantly throwing herself at me whenever she can. It's so fucking irritating.
Luckily I'm saved from interacting with her when the coach shows up. We all stand in line as he barks out orders at us. I'm having trouble focusing right now. I just want to get out of here.
After a while, we break up and start passing and punting. I fumble several times.
Shit.
I'm standing by the bench when coach approaches me.
"What are you doing out there, Steve? You've messed up so many times I’ve lost count of your mistakes. Why?" he demands to know.
"I'm sorry, Coach. I'm just having an off day. My head's not in the game right now," I explain, feeling stupid.
"Yeah, I noticed. Look, you're the best player on this team. I was so glad when we successfully scouted you. The Leviathans can’t win any games without you. But so far you’re not living up to your potential and I’m not sure what’s going on with you but I want you to do whatever is necessary to fix it, do you hear me? Take some vacation days, go home and clear your head. Maybe you'll come back normal.”