I Don't Know

“I was hoping you wouldn’t ask that.”

“Why not Kayla?”?

“Do you promise you’ll still help me raise the money?”

“Uhmm, I guess, I mean whatever you’re talking about can’t be worse then being pregnant…. right?”

“Well, I think it actually comes pretty close..”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m not sure if I should be telling Luke about this.”

“What, why wouldn’t you??”

“Because Luke might not be the father.”

“WHAT?! Who else could the father fucking be?”

“Wow, way to flip out on me now Beeks.”

“I’m sorry. You know what. No. Actually I’m not. You call me, after blowing up at me, and then not talking to me for a week and expect me to help you find three hundred dollars to get an abortion of a kid WHEN YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO THE FATHER IS?!”

“I have no one else to turn to.”

“You’re lucky I’m a fucking nice person.”

“Yeah. I am.”

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