Helanie:
"I hate to admit it, but maybe he is right," I repeated myself with a much bigger frown this time.
"I am never wrong," Lamar sounded cocky, which made both Lucy and me give him a judgmental glare.
"Except for the time when I—" he looked down, mentioning the night we didn’t want to talk about again. It wasn’t the worst thing that had happened to me, so it didn’t really traumatize me like the other night. I guess it’s because of how much worse my previous trauma was.
"At least you look apologetic. Your girlfriend doesn’t even seem to care," Lucy rolled her eyes when mentioning Sydney. But somehow, Lamar looked so lost at the mention of his girlfriend.
"My girlfriend?" Lamar raised his brow, asking us in a mild tone.
"She’s talking about Sydney," I rubbed my temples, my voice full of exhaustion.
"She’s not my girlfriend," he scoffed at Lucy, who stared at his face before hugging herself. I wondered what she was thinking in that moment. Probably the fact that she slept with someone who sleeps with everyone—literally everyone. Hopefully, Lucy wasn’t keeping many hopes up with this man.
"Okay, take a shower, and then we’ll see what we can do to find something to eat," I told her, pushing her toward the bathroom to freshen up. I was starving too, and my legs were hurting from the hike. I wasn’t like them, who had their selves’ help. Once she went into the bathroom and started the shower, I turned to look at Lamar, who was still roaming around the room, occasionally glancing at me.
"I know about your situation," he muttered, making me fold my arms over my chest and watch his face in silence. I was just waiting for him to say another joke or make another foolish comment.
"Do you know who the father is?" The moment I heard those words from his lips, my posture shattered, and my lips parted to let out a gasp that I quickly tried to cover up.
"Huh? I didn’t know you had gone crazy," the awkward smile on my lips must have given away the truth.
"Helanie, you cannot act like it’s nothing. You will start showing signs soon, and then what? What about the physical changes?" he attempted to come closer, speaking in whispers. I stepped back and held up my palm to silence him.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about. Is this your way of torturing me? Are you trying to start a rumor?" My voice was shaky as I kept trying to deny the truth, but he looked so confident about his statement.
"Okay, if you don’t want to admit it, that’s your choice. I’m just trying to help," he said, using a much more understanding tone before walking away to sit on his bed.
I kept staring at him as he used his phone. "There’s a place I can take you two for lunch since we all missed lunch." He sounded so casual, as if he hadn’t just given me the biggest shock of my life by telling me that he knew my secret.
"How—how can you help?" I stammered, and everything went silent almost instantly. He steadily raised his head, and our eyes met.
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