by Paula O'Hara
"Wait a minute..." I looked to find her brows furrowed as she stared down at the picture in her hands after a moment or two.
"What?" I asked, straightening up while she swiftly turned around and made her way onto her bed.
Confused, I watched as she grabbed her Mac and started typing on it with a very concentrated look on her face.
"Is everything okay?" I walked towards her and observed her looking closely at the photo before typing away again.
"Were you having sex with Cindy three months ago?" She asked, finally looking up at me.
I was really fucking confused, "uh..no? We were literally on the brink of breaking up then, and definitely not having sex. Why?"
I sat down next to her on the bed, curiously watching as she had googled some kind of statistics and... I had no idea what she was doing.
"It doesn't make sense..." she mumbled, her brows still very much furrowed. I needed answers right now.
"Will-"
"This can't be your baby, Hunter," she finally looked at me.
"How?" I asked, not thinking of anything smarter.
I watched as Willow grabbed the photo and showed it to me.
"What?" I asked again, getting a little impatient.
She pointed at small white text in the bottom left corner.
I took the picture into my hands and squinted my eyes to be able to read it better. It was yesterday's date?
"That was yesterday, I know," I furrowed my brows at her, not understanding what she was getting at.
Willow huffed with a small laugh, taking the ultrasound image back.
She was so fucking stunning I was having trouble paying attention to anything else.
"If the sex that supposedly got her pregnant with your child happened a little over a week ago, how is the baby the size of a three month old?"
My eyes widened and I immediately grabbed back the photo, my heart beating faster. What the actual fuck.
"Seriously?" My voice came out a little shaken up. Cindy had lied to me.
"I mean, you should probably talk to the doctor about this," she gave me a gentle smile, hand placing itself on my thigh, "I'm just going by Google..."
I sure as hell believed whatever Willow said over anyone at the moment, especially over Cindy.
I wasn't going to be a father.
I didn't even hesitate in grabbing her face in my hands and kissing her after throwing the ultrasound image onto her floor.
I felt her smile into the kiss before she kissed back, hands cupping my jaw gently.
I pushed her laptop away from us on the bed so I was able to lay her down and hover over her.
"I'm not gonna be a father," I murmured into the kiss, feeling so fucking relieved and crazy about her.
"Check with the doctor tomorrow, though, just to be sure."
I pulled back to be able to look down at her. I threw every doubt into the fucking wind and went for it.
"Willow," I cleared my throat, feeling more nervous than I had felt in a long time, "I really don't know where I stand with you, and I don't know how you feel about me-"
I let out an awkward laugh, looking away.
Her hand on my cheek brought me back to look down at her again.
"Do you want to try something? As in you and I, together. More than just random dating and fucking around."
Her smile held the whole universe together.
She pulled my face down for a kiss that gave me the answer I was hoping for.
27
"Yea."
"Seriously?"
"Yes."
"Like officially?"
"If that means boyfriend and girlfriend, then sure."
"I really, really like you."
"I know," she told me before kissing me again.
Willow moved her hips just fucking perfectly as she moved up and down. On my dick.
"I can't-" she breathed, head thrown back and nails digging into my hard chest.
I was gripping her wrists, eyes completely fixated on the sexy creature who had already
orgasmed twice
"You're gonna," I murmured, bringing my thumb down to rub her swollen clit. She let out a small cry when I added pressure.
This was my damn girlfriend and I had a good fucking feeling that this whole relationship would top all my previous ones.
Willow let out the smoothest fucking moan and fell forwards, her thighs shaking a bit while she bit my shoulder to muffle any other sounds that were escaping her lips as her third orgasm hit her.
This then triggered my high and, with a final groan, I came into the condom inside her.
"Jesus fucking Christ," I murmured, letting out a raspy chuckle when I thrusted up into her a few times, her walls squeezing the life out of me.
She was completely limp, her breathing turning steady.
"Wills, you okay?"
She didn't respond and I realised she had most likely fallen asleep.
Once I started growing soft inside of her, I gently lifted her off of me and placed her next to me on her bed.
I pulled the duvet over her and threw the dirty condom away, listening to her deep and calm breathing.
After I had put my boxers back and got comfortable beside her sleeping and naked body, I grabbed my phone and opened messages.
I felt her body turning sideways and cuddling up to mine.
To: Cindy: You're gonna have to explain why you lied about me being the father.
Not even a minute had passed, when I received a reply.
From: Cindy: What?
To: Cindy: My girlfriend found the timeline of it all a little suspicious.. there's no way the baby is mine if it's the size of a three month old which was when we were about to break up, and last had sex a month ago.
From: Cindy: Look, baby, I don't know what your girl of the week has been telling you, but I think my doctor knows better.
Willow stirred beside me and I looked down to see her eyes squinting open.
"Hey," I couldn't stop myself from smiling, my whole body reacting wildly to her.
She sat up a bit and took my phone from me without saying a word.
I intently watched her read over the texts before she sighed and shook her head.
"I'm not letting that bitch mess with you," she grumbled tiredly and opened up Cindy's contact information.
I watched as Willow suddenly began calling her.
I found myself smiling at the girl still laying down beside me, her eyes closing while she brought my phone to her ear and pinched the bridge of her nose.
Finding her incredibly adorable and hot at the same time, I turned onto my side and tugged her against my chest, my arm going over her bare front.
My lips brushing against the side of her face, taking in her perfume which I was seriously becoming addicted to because it was just so her.
"Cindy?" Willow soon spoke up, sounding so bitchy I couldn't stop myself from grinning like an amused idiot.
"Yes, hi, this is Hunter's girl of the week," she continued saltily after Cindy had spoken something on the other end.
I kissed the side of her face, loving the way she was speaking to my ex to put her in her place.
"No, no, let me speak," Willow was standing up for me and even though I could have done this easily myself, I found it extremely nice that she was being so protective.
"Honey, I understand what you're going through must be tough, but—"
And then she calmly listened, letting Cindy rant or cry or whatever.
A minute later Willow spoke again while I kept on cuddling her and kissing her, not getting enough of her or her attitude.
"Hunter isn't the father, we both know that. I don't know if you bribed the doctor to say he was but however you did it, it's completely messed up."
I could just imagine Cindy trying to weasel her way out of this.
Having now seen a whole different side of Cindy, capable of manipulating people to get what she wants, wanted to keep Willow as far away from her
as possible after this phone call.
"Your mum bribed the doctor?"
Jesus. I felt like laughing at the whole messed up situation. The fact that even her mum had been in on it while I had been clueless was hilarious.
"Don't text Hunter again, I know some scary people," Willow ended after another minute of listening to Cindy.
She cut the call and I chuckled, "what scary people do you know?"
She handed me my phone back and, with her eyes still closed, sighed with a small smile.
"I don't really know any really scary people," her voice was hypnotising, "I just thought it might be a powerful and dramatic way to end the call."
I kissed the side of her face again, before a new message popped up.
From: Prez: Emergency. Clubhouse, now.
I fell back down onto my lap and let her cuddle up against me again under the duvet.
"Why do you always look drugged out after sex?" I asked Willow, amused while she smiled with her head resting on my upper arm.
"I just get tired easily. Must be why I hate working out," she shrugged and I chuckled.
"Ah, that answers a lot of questions," I teased, making her gently slap my chest.
"Heyy," she complained gently, "that's mean. You and I will be shorter than any of Kim Kardashian's marriages if you continue down that road."
"I'm joking, chill," I pulled her warm body closer against me, "what do we do now?"
I watched as her eyes closed again before she spoke up, "what do you mean?"
"Now that we're together, what do we do?" I tried clarifying.
"I mean, you could take me out on a real date... that doesn't involve guns or getting wet."
I found myself smirking, "I can't promise you won't get wet-"
"Hunter," she warned, a smile tugging at the sides of her lips, "be serious."
"If you're free tomorrow evening we could go to dinner?" I suggested, her hand sliding up to my chest to draw small and soft figures.
"Dinner sounds good. Where?"
"There's a nice Asian restaurant downtown," I told her, enjoying her innocent touch a little too much, "we could go there?"
She hummed, nodding gently. I decided to continue, "and what do we do about Alex, and people knowing?"
A part of me didn't want anyone knowing because of Chase and Carter, but then there was the part of me that wanted everyone to know.
"Do people have to know right away?" Willow asked, her brows furrowing in the slightest.
I shrugged, "I guess not, but they'll find out at some point, anyway. I think it's better if we tell Alex instead of letting him hear it from someone at school or God fucking forbid from catching us."
She giggled, "you'd be dead if he ever caught us."
I grinned, "I'm glad that that amuses you, babe."
Willow just shook her head with a soft smile.
"I loved how you just got all protective over me with Cindy," I had to tell her, "it was really hot."
She laughed gently, "I'm not someone you want to piss off, or mess with the people I care about."
"Can I ask you something?"
Her tits were pressed against my side and it was really fucking distracting. She nodded once for me to continue.
"I think it's needless to say that we won't be fucking other people anymore, right?"
"Sure. Isn't that kind of why people get together?" Willow shrugged, "I'll text the other guys tomorrow to let them know."
She then yawned.
My phone started ringing so I quickly grabbed it and turned it on silent. Prez was calling.
I sighed to myself and answered it before bringing it up to my ear.
"Hunter?" His voice sounded slightly urgent. Maybe something was really going on?
"What's up?" My voice came out deeper than I had expected.
"Oliver's been shot."
Willow had heard this, due to the quietness of our surroundings, and immediately sat up with a horrified and extremely concerned expression.
28
At a little past midnight, Hunter and I had started driving towards the clubhouse where I'd never been to before. I was extremely worried because I hadn't heard anything else besides the fact that Oliver had been shot, and since Hunter hadn't told me anything else, I forced myself to wake up and gather energy so I could leave with him.
He hadn't asked me to come with him and it was rather obvious that he wasn't too happy about me deciding for myself, but Oliver was my friend above all other things, and I needed to know he was okay.
Whatever this stupid clubhouse business of theirs was, it had definitely gone way too far if a guy in high school had just got shot.
I was wearing black leggings and a hoodie as we drove through the darkness of the night.
"You seriously can just stay in the car and sleep," he offered for the millionth time as we drove up to a parking lot.
I shook my head, quickly unbuckling my seatbelt when his car came to a smooth and slow stop.
"Willow, wait-" I heard him say after I had opened the passenger's seat door and was about to get out.
I turned to look at him and saw him sigh.
"Look, it's probably gonna be really ugly in there. You know, blood wise," he told me with a hesitant expression.
I nodded, understanding, "it's fine. As long as an ambulance is on its way."
I turned to get out of the car but this time, Hunter grabbed my wrist, "Willow".
"What?" I turned to him impatiently, needing to make sure my friend was okay.
"Calm down," he told me.
We were both tired and worried, taking into account it was way past midnight.
"An ambulance isn't coming."
"What?" I almost yelled at him, confused and scared. "He isn't dead, is he?"
I felt tears start to gather up in my eyes. He couldn't be dead.
Hunter frowned and shook his head, "will you let me finish?"
I sighed dramatically and nodded, slouching back in my seat before he continued.
"The club doctor is already here or at least on his way. He'll fix Oli up."
What the hell? "If he's been shot, he needs to be brought to a hospital!" I argued, giving him a small look.
I was pretty damn sure this 'club doctor' was no match for an actual doctor, and therefore could not give half the treatment that a proper hospital could.
If Oliver didn't die of the shot, he might very well die of an infection caused by whatever dirty tools this unlegit doctor had or something else, like bad facilities.
"That would just result in the police getting involved and Prez getting charged. I would probably get charged as well," Hunter explained.
This whole club business of theirs was not thought out properly.
I pulled my hand away from his and got out of the car.
I heard him mutter something under his breath before I shut the door loudly and crossed my arms over my chest as I waited for him to get out as well.
Taking his time, Hunter got out of his car and locked it.
Then, he finally looked up at me and raised his brows a bit, "don't be pissed at me, babe. Wasn't me who shot the kid."
I wasn't mad at him. I was frustrated with the whole situation and the fact that Oliver wasn't getting legitimate help.
I gave Hunter another look when he rounded the car over to me.
I diverted my eyes from his and started looking around to find the 'clubhouse'.
All I could see though, were a few abandoned looking warehouses and a huge kind of bar or club type of place with a few bouncers and a long line out front.
"Willow," Hunter spoke calmly, hand touching my upper arm. Why was he acting like somebody getting shot was an everyday thing?
"Where is Oliver?" I asked, eyes meeting his again.
His brows furrowed a little while he tugged me closer to his front, "do you like him?"
I was confused for a moment before I let out an unamused laugh.