"Cut the shit," he warned, giving me a sharp look. “We are out of the parking lot so fucking spill.”
"Okay," I said cautiously, "congratulations, you are going to be a daddy." His eyes widened in confusion and he cut the steering wheel swiftly to the right. I held onto the console while we swerved across the road.
"I'm sorry but what the fuck did you just say?" He screamed. "It sounded like you just told me you were pregnant when we haven't even had sex. I'm not sure if you know this or not, but you can't get pregnant from me eating your *."
Oh hell. He thought I was telling him I was pregnant.
I groaned, slapping my forehead with the palm of my hand. "I know that, idiot. I'm not saying I'm pregnant."
His glare focused on me. "I'm confused," he said, blinking. "If you're not pregnant, then what the hell are you talking about?"
"Piper is," I answered him automatically.
"Okay," he drawled out, furrowing his brows together. "And that pisses you off why?"
I snapped. "Because she is one hundred percent positive that you are the father," I screamed out, throwing my hands up and sounding like a bad Maury episode. "Oh,” I added, trying my best to sound disinterested, "she is positive that the baby is yours because you just had sex with her at Lane's Christmas party." My voice went hard. "You lied to me and made me fall for your bullshit lies."
"I never lied to you. I didn't touch her or any other fucking girl at that party." He ran his hands through his damp hair and snatched his phone beside him hitting buttons. "Meet me at my house in ten minutes," he seethed through the speaker before throwing it against the dashboard of his car.
Without saying another word, he cranked the wheel and turned back onto the street. I could see the outline of his knuckles starting to turn white. The rain started to subside except for a few random sprinkles that hit the windshield. We sped through the heavy traffic and he turned the wheel, pulling into the parking lot in front of a drug store.
"What are we doing here?" I asked when he shut the car off.
"I'll be right back," is the only answer I got.
He sat back down in his seat holding a large, dark colored plastic bag and threw in the backseat. The car was silent when he pulled back into traffic and stayed that way until we reached his driveway.
A cherry red convertible was parked in front of his house and the driver's side door immediately opened as soon as Keegan put the car in park. A high-heeled boot popped out of the car before I saw the rest of the driver's body. Her slender body emerged and I rolled my eyes. Piper was clearly dressed to impress because it was raining outside and she was wearing a cocktail dress. She definitely didn't look the part of a teenage girl who just found out she was knocked up.
My eyes moved to him as Piper got closer. "Call me later," I told him, leaning for my bag. I wasn't going to be a witness to their upcoming conversation.
"Daisy," he breathed out, reaching for me. My eyes hit his. His hair was rustled from his hands being run through them and tiny droplets of water were still around his hairline. "Please stay," he asked, with sad eyes. "You need to stay. I don't want her to lie about whatever is about to happen in there. She will and then you will get mad at me again for something I didn't even fucking do. You need to stay," he finished with sadness in his voice.
"Okay," I nodded, leaning forward to wipe away any rain left on his face. "I'll stay."
He gave me a forced smile when Piper's overly-made up face popped up in front of his and her bony fingers knocked on the window softly to get his attention. The window squeaked as Keegan rolled it down and looked at her. "I'm not having his conversation in front of her," she insisted, with a dismissive wave of her hand towards me.
I watched his face turn to granite and his deep green eyes turned dark. "A little too late for that. You already brought her into this bullshit by feeding her lies so shut it."
"I haven't lied about anything!" Piper agued back, sounding sure of herself.
"Right Piper," he snarled in a voice to chill the bone marrow. "Let's just get this over with. Move," he demanded and Piper scurried back away from the door. Keegan swore under his breath, throwing open his door and grabbing the bag he threw in the backseat from the store. I followed his lead, opening my door and walking to the front door with Piper hot on my trail. He didn't stop his rapid step until all three of us reached his kitchen.
He tossed the bag on the counter and pulled out a small rectangular box. It made a small thump when he tossed it onto the counter where Piper was standing. Her face went blank as her eyes took in the pregnancy test lying in front of her.
"You know where the bathroom is," he informed her, pointing down the hallway. "Go.”