Author's Note:
This was requested by kingcalifornia and will be my last request for a while. They are now closed.
QOTD: Recommend a movie.
You had been broken up with Scott for two days when you slept with someone else, but it certainly felt like cheating.
"Are you okay in there?" Scott knocked on the bathroom door.
You kneeled in front of the toilet, vomiting out everything you'd eaten in the past 24 hours. You two had gotten back together the day after your encounter with another guy. You tried to open your mouth to tell Scott that you were fine, but as soon as you did, you puked again.
"Are you-" he stopped suddenly. "Who else is in there with you?"
There was no one.
"I hear another heartbeat. Who is that?"
Your retching stopped, and you stood up to unlock the door, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. "There's no one else here, Scott," your voice came out croaky.
His mouth parted slightly as he looked you in the eye, as if trying to read you. "You're not..."
"I don't..." You tried to speak, and burst out sobbing.
He put his arm out to comfort you, and you stepped away, knowing what he was thinking. He wasn't right.
"Scott, I don't think... I don't think it's..."
"What? Just tell me. It's okay."
"It might not be yours."
He paused. "What?"
"We were broken up, and I... I did a bad thing, Scotty. I'm sorry. I don't think it's yours. I don't think there's... I don't think there's even a chance it's yours."
He was suddenly colder, making no motion to comfort you, which you deserved. You deserved everything he was going to say to you.
"Whose is it then?"
"Scott," you pleaded.
"Whose is it?"
"We were broken up."
"Tell me."
"It's Theo's."
He chuckled, shaking his head. Tears formed in his eyes as he looked anywhere but at you, devastated. He suddenly whipped around, storming out of the house and walking across the street.
"Scott," you followed him. "Where are you going?"
He ignored you, putting his cold hands in his jacket pocket as he made his way down the sidewalk. You repeated your question even though you recognized this path. He was headed to Theo's house.
"Scott, come on!" You begged, running up to grab him by the wrist. He ignored you, yanking his hand away.
When he reached Theo's house, he didn't hesitate to go to the door, barging in uninvited.
Theo was on his way to kitchen, stopping near the door to look at Scott, who was fuming.
"Can I help you?" Theo asked.
Scott swiftly moved forward and clocked Theo, who responded by punching him in the gut. The two boys went to the floor, breaking out into a full-on brawl.
"Stop it! Stop it!" You screeched.
Theo finally gained the upper hand, pinning Scott to the floor. He raised his claws into the air, ready to strike down. You reached out and put your hand into his before he could move. Scott looked like he would have rather been clawed than see you and Theo holding hands.
"Get off of me," Scott said, and Theo stood up. Scott scrambled to his feet. "You're going to have a great kid. It'll inherit so many honorable qualities from it's parents."
"Scott," you whined, but he barged out the door.
"Wait a second," Theo said. "There's a kid?"
You sighed. "I'm sorry, Theo."
"I don't want a kid," he said.
"I know. I didn't expect you to."
"Scott... Scott should be the father. I don't care if it's mine."
"Theo, he's not going to want to be the father."
"Let him cool off," he smirked. "I can see Scott as a dad. For sure."
"Really?"
"Go get your man."
You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a quick thankful hug, and ran out the door, determined to find Scott and make things right.
