Page 15 of To Hate You

“Yeah. I love you, too.” He inhaled sharply as he got to his feet. “But I’m about to get a hernia from all this heavy shit.”

I let out a laugh. “No more heavy shit, then. I’m actually on my way out.”

“Oh yeah? Where you off to?”

“Um.” I pushed my hair back. “Andrew is picking me up.”

Silas cocked a brow. “Andrew?”

“Yeah. We’re just going out for something to drink.”

“Sienna, are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Sure. Why not?”

He frowned. “For one, that guy is totally into you.”

“No, he’s not.”

“Um, yes. He is. It was practically plastered all over his face the other night when we were at his party. The dude couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

“Okay, whatever.” I held up my hands. “I just want to get out of the house for an hour and not think about the shit storm headed my way once I tell everyone I’m pregnant.”

“You’re pregnant?”

Chills slithered down my spine when Spencer’s voice came from behind me. Every ounce of air instantly left my body.

“You’re fucking pregnant?” Spencer stomped closer, moving in next to Silas so he could look at me. But I diverted my gaze, looking anywhere else but directly at him.

“Spencer—”

“Please tell me this is a joke?”

My stomach was about to drop out of my ass while I stood there, not ready to have this conversation with Spencer.

“Silas, is she—”

By not admitting or denying it, Silas pretty much gave Spencer his answer.

I braved a glance at Spencer’s face, his cheeks red and eyes dark as he studied with shock and disappointment practically melting off his expression. “Jesus Christ, Sienna. Who’s the father?”

Silas and I looked at each other—him willing me to speak the truth while I practically begged him with my eyes alone to stop this conversation from going any further.

“Jesus. It’s Noah, isn’t it?” Spencer pulled his hands through his hair, tugging roughly at the ends. “You’re pregnant, and it’s Noah’s baby.” This time it wasn’t a question.

“What the fuck, Sienna? Ever heard of a thing called a goddamn condom?”

“Jesus, Spencer,” Silas muttered. “Chill, would you.”

“No. I won’t chill.” Spencer stepped closer, and I could already feel the tears burn the backs of my eyes. “Seriously? A baby?”

Placing my hands on my hips, I hung my head down and stared at the ground. “Yes,” I replied softly. “A baby.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Spencer blurted out as he started pacing. “How the fuck could you let this happen?”

My gaze snapped up to meet his, and I instantly hated the look in his eyes. “I didn’t just let it happen.”

“Well, you sure as fuck didn’t do a lot to stop it from happening.”

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