We spent the rest of the lunch hour and then some at the diner, Asher stuffing his face with fries and a burger. He wasn't kidding when he said he was craving it, because he wolfed down his entire meal within the span of ten minutes.
Even then, he still had room for dessert.
But after having lunch at the diner, we went back to Daniel's place, where we relaxed on the couch and watched a couple of episodes of a show on Netflix. Daniel's parents weren't home, so it was just the three of us in a big empty house. I had spent the rest of the school hours hanging at their place, and by the time two-thirty hit, Daniel dropped me back off at Preston's place.
It had been a good distraction, even if it was just for a little while. The entire weekend and all morning, Preston and Carter plagued my mind, and I couldn't get the thoughts to go away. They just stared there. I haven't felt this bad since elementary school. It was like what happened in elementary was happening all over again except Preston wasn't there to help me. He was hurt because of me.
And I hated the thought of that.
"Thanks for helping me out today, I really appreciate it," I said to Daniel and Asher by the time we pulled up into the driveway at Preston's house. Asher turned to look at me and smiled.
"Will you be okay?" Asher asked. I released a slow breath and nodded my head.
"Yeah...I think so."
"Take care of yourself," It was Daniel's turn to speak. He looked at me with slight concern in his tone. I smiled at him.
"I will, thanks, guys."
I stepped out of Daniel's car. I waved my goodbyes at the two of them and walked up the front porch. I unlocked the door just as Daniel pulled out of the driveway and left. I stepped inside the house, kicking off my boots and coat, I could smell my mom's baking from the kitchen.
I dropped my bag onto the bench and wandered down the short hallway into the kitchen. My mom was standing by the stove, a fresh batch of blueberry muffins on the stove while she prepped another batch to go into the oven.
"Hey, mom," I greeted her. Mom turned her head to face me, a smile crossing her face. My cat Ruby wandered into the kitchen, meowing and rubbing on my legs. I picked her up into my arms, kissing her head and rubbed her ears.
"Hey sweetheart, how was school?"
"It was good," I replied, raising a slight brow, "you okay mom?"
Her eyes looked a bit red as if she had been crying earlier and instantly made me worried. Mom nodded her head, waving off my concerns.
"I'm fine, hun. Don't worry about me," She said, a heavy sigh leaving her lips, "though, Jackson and I have to talk to you and Preston about something once they get home. Just letting you know now."
I nodded my head slowly, a wave of questions flooding my head, but I decided not to say them out loud. My questions would be answered later once Jackson got home, so there wasn't a point in asking them now. I watched as my mom slid another tray of muffins into the oven. I put Ruby down onto the floor and walked over to snatch one of the muffins that were cooling off on top of the stove, peeling off the muffin liner as I took a bite out of the muffin.
"Also, though," My mom spoke up suddenly, making me look back up at her with a raised brow. She brushed off her apron, and grabbed all of the dirty dishes off the counter as she started rinsing them off, "there's something else I wanted to ask you about."
"What is it?"
"I was cleaning up the house today. And as I was cleaning, I found an empty pregnancy box in yours and Preston's bedroom," She said.
My eyes widened at her. My cheeks reddened with embarrassment, and I quickly looked away, curling into myself.
Fuck. I didn't think she would find it.
She softened her voice, "Why didn't you tell me you took a test? Did you think I would get mad? Scold you?"
"Because it's embarrassing, and because I just didn't want to tell you, okay?" I said, shaking my head before I forced myself to look up at her, ignoring the shame I felt for even having to take one in the first place, "Can we please drop this?"
Mom sighed. She dropped the bowl she was rinsing off into the sink before she looked at me with a serious look, "are you pregnant, Adrien?"
"What?? No, I'm not pregnant!" I unintentionally raised my voice, making my mom look at me with a skeptical look on her face. I closed my eyes briefly, willing my heart to calm down as I took a deep breath, and lowered my voice back down.
"No, I'm not," I repeated in a calmer tone, despite my racing heart, "can we please drop this?"
"Would you tell me if you were pregnant?"
"Of course I would! But the test was negative, so I didn't feel like had to say anything..." I murmured, "if I was pregnant, I would have told you by now."
Mom took a moment to take in what I said. She then nodded her head, "alright. But you can't just keep things like this from me, okay, Adrien? I'm your mother, I need to know these things so that I can help you. So, next time, tell me."
"I mean it," she told me seriously, "I don't care what it is. Don't keep things like this to yourself. You don't have to tell me every detail of your life, but if it's serious and relates to your well-being, I want to know about it. Your well-being is my business. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mom. I understand."
"Good," She reached over and patted my cheek, before going back to rinse the dishes.
When the final bell rang, I packed up my books and exited my fourth-period class. I had been dreading physics because I knew Adrien and I shared that class, but for some reason, he didn't show up.
A part of me was worried, but I brushed those feelings aside and shrugged my bag over my shoulder. I headed down the hall to my locker. When I got there and unlocked my locker, I stuffed my homework into my bag, and as I was pulling on my winter coat, I heard a feminine voice calling out my name.
"Preston!" I lifted my head and to my surprise, Marci stopped by my locker, a smile on her face in greeting.
"Hey, Marci," I said, raising a brow at her as I shrugged on my coat, "did you need something?"
"Oh, not really," she shook her head, leaning against Adrien's locker with crossed arms, "I was just stopping by to see how you're doing; I saw the video. I can't believe Adrien would do that to you! Are you okay?"
"As fine as I'll ever be," I forced a smile, zipping up my bag and closing my locker.
"Well...if you ever want to talk, I'm here," She said with a smile, her hand touching my arm in reassurance. I looked down at her hand, then back up at her face.
"Thanks, Marci. I appreciate it."
"Of course!" She said, "I'll see you later."
With that, her hand dropped from my arm, and I watched as she wandered down the hall with furrowed brows. I was confused as to why she suddenly approached me when we haven't talked in a while, but I decided to brush off the confusion as I shook my head, and headed down the opposite hallway, to the stairwell.
When I stepped outside, I pulled out my phone to text Joseph and ask him where he was, since I would be riding with him to his place. A sudden honking gained my attention before I fully typed out the text, and when I looked up, my brows furrowed when I saw my dad's car pulled up.
Shoving my phone into my coat pocket, I walked over to my dad's car, pulling open the passenger's side door, "What are you doing here?"
"Picking you up, what else would I be doing?" Dad looked at me with a lifted brow, "get in the car."
"I already told you ahead of time that I was going to Joseph's."
"You've been there all weekend kiddo, and plus, I have something important to talk to you about, so I need you home," He said.
I sighed heavily. As I stood there, my dad looked at me with that look on his face, which basically meant he wouldn't take no for an answer. I relented and slipped into the passenger seat, shutting the car door.
"What is so important that you have to talk to me about?" I asked as he started driving.
"You'll know once we get home," Was all he said. I groaned.
"Though, there is something else I'd like to talk to you about," He changed the subject, briefly glancing my way before looking back at the road. When I didn't say anything and looked at him expectantly, he spoke again.
"I was talking to Meghan earlier while I was at work. She said she found a pregnancy test in the trash while cleaning the house," Dad turned to look at me again from the corner of his eye, "It was Adrien's."
I remained silent, looking down at my lap as I fiddled with the strap on my bag. I could tell he was upset with me, I could feel his lecturing gaze burning into the side of my head, and the energy around him changed. Yeah, he was definitely going to give me trouble.
"What did I say about using protection, Preston?" Dad said, shaking his head with a heavy sigh, disappointment in his tone, "what were you thinking?"
"It was an accident," I groaned, slumping forwards with my face in my hands. I rubbed at my face before turning to look at him, "it was one time, alright? I always use protection, I just forgot that one time."
"Still, forgetting one time has big consequences. You have to be more careful next time, double-check before you get ahead of yourself."
"God, he's not even pregnant, dad! The test was negative," I cut him off before he could lecture me even more. My face burned with embarrassment and shame, and I just wanted the conversation to end already, "I know it has big consequences, you do not have to remind. I am responsible, I just slipped up once, okay? I'm sorry. It's not going to happen again, so you don't need to keep lecturing me on it."
Dad nodded his head slowly. He stopped lecturing me, to which I was grateful, but once silence took over the car, it was awkward and filled with tension. It was even more awkward because the radio wasn't even on. It was never fun being lectured about your sex life, especially from your parents. It was embarrassing as fuck.
"So..." Dad dragged, pulling me back out of my thoughts, "If the test was negative, then what's going on between you two?"
I frowned, "nothing is going on between us."
"You've been avoiding coming home for three days now, and when Adrien asked me where you were the morning after that party you guys went to, he looked pretty upset. So, clearly, something happened that you're not telling me, and if it's not because he's pregnant, then what is it?"
I slumped back in my seat, arms crossed over my chest. I turned to look out the window, not meeting his gaze.
"I don't want to talk about it," Was all I said. Dad nodded his head at that, before glancing back at the road.
"Well, when you do want to talk about it, I'm here."
Not long after, we arrived home. Immediately dread fell into the pit of my stomach. I really didn't want to face Adrien, but I knew I would have to since my dad apparently has something important to talk to me about. Though, I was hoping the conversation would be over quick, just so that I could go hang out at Joseph's place was the rest of the day.
I hated that Adrien made it uncomfortable for me to be in my own damn home.
I grabbed my bag and got out of the car. Dad did the same, and I followed him up the porch steps and walked inside the house after he unlocked the front door. I kicked off my shoes and coat and tossed my bag onto the ground. I noticed Adrien's bag sitting on the bench, letting me know that he was in fact, home. And because I could hear him talking with his mom in the kitchen, I had to fight every muscle in my body to prevent myself from just walking back out the front door again.
I forced myself to follow my dad to the kitchen. When we got there, Adrien was standing by the sink, eating away at a blueberry muffin. There was a tray of them on the counter, and I saw Meghan pulling a second batch out of the oven and setting them on top of the stove. She pulled off her oven mitts and turned off the oven, before turning to face my dad and me with a smile.
"Oh, good, you're home!" Meghan said cheerfully, "how was school, Preston?"
"It was good," I replied with a nod. I briefly glanced at Adrien, but he wasn't looking at me. Instead, he was looking down at his feet as he ripped a piece off his muffin, not once saying a single word. I sighed and shook my head.
"Good, I'm glad," Meghan smiled.
"So..." I trailed, glancing between Meghan and my dad, "what's so important that you need to talk to us about?"
There was silence. I raised a brow as Dad and Meghan shared looks, before he came over to stand beside her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. Meghan released a heavy breath.
"Meghan and I...we're breaking up," Dad finally said, my eyes widening in shock, "we've been talking about it the last few days...and we think it's best for us to end our relationship and for her and Adrien to move back out."
"What?" Adrien blurted out, lips pressed into a deep frown, "you're breaking up? But why?"
"Some things just don't work out, sweetie," Meghan explained with a sigh, "I love Jackson, I really do, but we work better as friends than we do as partners. We will always be each other's best friends, that will never change. I just think living together showed that we shouldn't be together. We want different things."
"Didn't you sell the house, mom? Where would we even go?"
Meghan shook her head, "I didn't sell the house, hun. I didn't sell it in case something like this happened, because you never know. I wanted to make sure we still had a place even if living here didn't work out."
Adrien looked like he wanted to say more, but he decided against it and nodded his head slowly. He lowered his gaze back to his feet.
"Well, I can say I'll miss eating your delicious food every day, Meghan," I joked lightly, "especially those pancakes for breakfast. And your chocolate chip cookies."
Meghan laughed, "oh, Preston. You know you can have my cooking anytime you want, you just have to come visit like you always have."
My smile faded slightly but remained, and I nodded my head. I doubt I would be visiting, which was a sad thought in itself. I really did like Meghan. Whenever I used to visit Adrien's house to hang out or have sleepovers, she always treated me with extra kindness. She was like the mother I never had. My biological mom left me and my dad when I was very young, so I didn't remember her much, but it was nice to have Meghan there while I grew up.
The four of us had just been a family. Adrien and I had been best friends, and our parents were best friends, so we would always be there for each other, hang out, and laugh together. I was fond of those memories, and now I couldn't help but look back at it all with sadness in my heart. It hurt that we probably wouldn't hang out like that again.
Just thinking about it brought pain to my chest, and I had to hold back the sudden tears that threatened to fill my eyes. I pushed the feeling down.
"Adrien and I won't be moving out until the end of the week, so I can make you some chocolate chip cookies for you to have just before we go," Meghan suggested to me with a smile, "how does that sound?"
"That sounds great, thanks, Meghan."
"Of course!" She laughed. She stepped towards me, opening her arms up, "now give me a hug!"
I chuckled and relented, stepping forwards to wrap my arms around her. Meghan hugged me back tightly, her hands rubbing over my back. She was much shorter than me, but it didn't make her hugs any less soothing. No, her hugs were always soothing.
And as I hugged her, realizing that it may be one of the last times, I hugged her tighter, fighting back the tears that threatened once more.