Page 144 of The Future Play

She shoves her phone in Aaron’s face. “Call him and figure out what’s going on.”

Aaron curses under his breath, and pulls his phone out, hovering by the door as he calls Jamie. I don’t know if I want him to answer or not. But it doesn’t matter.

“Jame, you need to answer your fucking phone and call your girlfriend back,” Aaron growls at Jamie’s voicemail. He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I swear to God, I’m going to kick his ass. Do you want me to drive down there?”

“It doesn’t matter,” I mutter. “It’s done.”

“We’ll keep you updated. Let us know if you hear anything,” Rae says.

Aaron nods and walks out of the room.

“It might not be true,” Hyla says gently.

“It doesn’t matter. He isn’t answering. He isn’t going to be here for me the way I need him to.” I look around at my best friends. “Can someone get me a pregnancy test?”

Mackie immediately stands up. “On it.”

She kisses the side of my head and walks out of the room.

The girls close the circle around me, wrapping me in a cocoon of love and support while I wait to find out my fate.

Jamie

A faint buzzingticklesmy brain.

What is life?

I roll my tongue around my mouth. Did I swallow a bunch of cotton balls last night?

What the fuck happened?

I remember the game. I remember Beau and a few of the guys from the team handing me shots.

The buzzing starts again, and it takes a second to realize it’s not in my head.

I turn and reach for my bedside table, groaning in pain when I move my head.

I’m guessing this is what a monstrosity of a hangover feels like.

I shove the phone to my ear without looking at the screen.

“Hello?”

“He lives!” Aaron’s voice is not playful. He sounds downright murderous. “Tell me you woke up alone this morning.”

I grunt as I push myself up to sitting. “Of course I’m alone. Why the fuck wouldn’t I be?”

He laughs bitterly. “Oh, you have no idea what kind of shit storm you’re in, do you?”

“No. I just woke up.”

“Who is she?”

“Who is who?”

“The girl you had your arm around as you walked into your building last night.”

Confusion drenches me. “What—how?—”

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