Pregnant with the Bad Boy

Chapter 5

The bar was packed—too packed for my taste, so I tried to pull my dress down over my thighs since it was riding up. I was seated next to Grant, yes. His name was Grant. He was ordering us for us, and I gave him a shrug when he asked what I wanted. I was searching for Dylan but did not see him. Where the hell could he be!?

"So... what's the mystery you are chasing, Cherie?" Grant had leaned back from over the counter, giving me a playful smile that I just gave a weak one back at, staring to think that maybe he was going to get mad when I told him that I was here for another guy and that I just wanted help, giving me the tall glass with pink liquid that I stared at wild-eyed, did he just give me this, for free, why?

"Don't worry. It's just milk and drink mix, some coconut, or whatever they have at this dive..." Grant snorted, drinking his own glass of wine. Yes, he was drinking wine in a tall glass, the same as mine, giving me another amused smile on my questioning face. Was he gay? Most men around wouldn't get caught dead drinking wine, not here in Perryville, if it didn't come from the communion.

"A guy..." I might as well just tell him, gay or not; I didn't want to give him more hope than I already did, making me feel so bad; I didn't understand how this had happened, me seated alongside the nice man with good looks and money, giving me a sigh like he already had that figured out, wait what?

"Yes, I think I understood that part when we went inside, and you were staring at every man around us...." He snorted, drinking more, his glass gone, making a nod to the bartender for a refill when I sank down, feeling like a real villain; so it was that obvious, just how f*****g desperate I was for Dylan Hopper?

"I'm sorry...." I wanted to say more, that I knew just how awful I was, using him to get inside, him ordering me a drink, and not even being able to tell until now that I wasn't that interested, no matter how nice he was.

"Don't be Cherie; it's not like I had better plans; I might as well spend it with a beautiful girl, c'est la vie..." he got another glass, making me sip from mine, my eyes dilating how good it was, was there even alcohol in this? I drank some more, seeing Grant chuckle at my smile and sigh again when I stared down the bar; a bachelorette party was at the end, making me smile more, feeling warmer before dropping the fuzzy feeling that was getting to me.

Dylan was on the other end. To my surprise, he wasn't the janitor or busboy I had imagined. No, he was the bartender, serving up drinks to the screaming women in a snug black shirt, and his blond hair was combed back; he looked great, clean-shaved, and his eyes glittering. Laughing like he was having the time of his f*****g life, poring up shoots and umbrella drinks!

My stomach dropped, and I felt sick again, the intense jealousy that was coming over me when he was reaching out to take the dollar bills the drunk women were flashing him, luring him f*****g closer like they had any right to!

"Jennifer?" I stood up, wobbling, not caring if my drink was gone, glaring hatefully at the bachelorette party, still hollering at the best-looking guy this place had, and he was all mine! I snarled, taking one step towards them, wanting to kill the woman who was stroking the big biceps and giggling before kissing Dylan flat out on his mouth! I was going to kill her!

"Jennifer, don't!" I was held back, snarling towards the man behind me; his grip was around my arm, the one that was injured, but Grant didn't know, pulling me back more; my body convulsed, cutting through my clouded mind, taking deep, uneven breaths, starting to cry from the sharp pain; what did he do to me?!

"Ah putain!" I didn't understand Grant letting me go; he looked like he was just as sorry as I was scared, crying softly over how much it was hurting; I took four tablets from my drug receipt before going out after the sling was gone; I was so stupid!

"Hey! Hey, what the f**k, asshole!?" I batted my eyes, heavy from the drops falling down, the music still thumping loudly with me cradling my arm, wishing I still had the sling, crying out some more, not caring if anyone saw me; they didn't know how much I was hurting!

"Leave, now!" I said it fast, I didn't hate him; he helped me, and I didn't want him to get hurt; I knew that if Dylan was making it over here before he was gone, there was going to be blood on the floor, and not just my tears.

I looked up, seeing Dylan, my whole body tense from the hurt and the tall, angry man coming against Grant, giving me another sorry look. He was drunk, the same as me. f**k!

I pushed Grant away with my hand, snarling, making him look even more hurt; I couldn't care about that, not when he was going to be dead if he didn't start walking out of this bar!

"I know... I know... you're sorry, I know..." The pain was getting duller, making it easier to speak again; giving the handsome man before me a sad smile, making him sigh and nod like he got it, took some cash out and putting on the bar's counter, making me smile just the slightest more, he sure was a gentleman.

I kissed him fast and made a smile, showing him that I was grateful and he was a great guy for not using me when he could have, making him grin when we stopped. His mouth tasted like wine, looking like he didn't want to walk away, but he had to, or he would be dead.

"You take care, Cherie, and if you ever see me again..." he stopped, giving me a charming smile that made me blush, hurting and all; yeah, I got that part, too, that he thought I was beautiful.

"Jennifer!" Dylan's sharp voice was behind me, turning me around when I didn't speak. I looked at the ground, too ashamed to be here and causing trouble. I felt his hand on my face, tilting my chin up slowly. He gave me a stern glare that I whimpered back at, missing him even if he was just on the other side of the bar, already forgetting about the handsome gentleman leaving.

"Are you okay?" Dylan had lost some of the anger in his eyes, checking me over when I nodded; yeah, I was okay, just so tired, drunk, I guess from nowhere, and my arm was still hurting in the back of my head.

"You sure?" He gave me another look, making me feel worse, when his eyes snapped to the bar, where people were screaming for their orders. Yes, I was fine.

I gave him a smile, holding my arm tighter against my chest, seeing Dylan's eyes dilate from the deep cleavage and my thighs bare, smiling more, enjoying every second of being ogled by the hot guy before me.

"Ah... yeah, so... I need to get back. Can you just... sit at my side at least?" Dylan nodded for me to follow him when I did, walking closely behind him, parting the sea of people, not even bothered with the people around him, unlike me, who wasn't as cocky, being scared to death that someone was going to grab my arm again!

"Okay, so... I know you're drunk; it's going to be water from now on.." I snorted, giving Dylan another smile, so what? Yeah, I was drunk, giving him a slight wink that made him snort right back, but he was smiling, putting the ice water before me.

"Hopper!" Dylan's eyes shifted from mine; he was still smiling, but it became a grin seeing the guy on the other side, hanging over the bar and grinning right back when I just stared at them, not really knowing if I should say hi or just.... keep quiet... I chose the second one when Dylan talked loudly at the guy dressed in a flannel and jeans.

I made a secret smile; he looked just like Dylan, only he wore it better.

"You're coming tomorrow, right? I know you're not working; your girl ratted you out.." My smile dropped, and every part of my body froze, hearing the playful conversation between the two guys when Dylan's eyes came back to mine, just for a second, like he wished I had never heard that to my whimper, putting down the ice water, him and me both.

"Yeah, no, I can't... got other plans..." Dylan's voice was in the back of my head when I got up, not caring to cover up that I was hurt, trying to pass the people, not caring about my heart breaking right here on the dancefloor, like the stupid girl I was!

This was probably her dress, and I was f*****g wearing it; no wonder he wanted me! He could think about his stupid girl when he was looking at me! I cried more, getting outside. The air was colder now, but I didn't care, my breath coming out in short bursts from crying; people were staring, and I hated them all!

My feet were already moving, hissing back at some guy hollering at me from behind; screw him and everyone else in this f*****g town! I would take a bus back to campus, tell my mom I was sorry for bailing on her, and study harder than ever!

"Jen, stop!" I didn't, hearing the familiar voice making me cry more, f*****g cheater, I hated that, cheating! My tears spilled over my face, feeling sorry for myself, stumbling down a backstreet that I had never seen, not this drunk anyway!

"... and, you're done..." Dylan grabbed my arm, the right one, and turned me around from walking down the empty street, my breath still heavy from trying to outrun him, wild eyes gawking against the annoyed ones that were staring right back; what the f**k did he want me anyway?? he had a f*****g girl!

"I told you to stay f*****g put back at my place, didn't I!?" I gulped, starting to cry, seeing his frown that wasn't getting any better, so he just wanted me to stay in that shitty apartment to wait for him. Was that it!?

"f**k you!" I tried yanking my arm again, hating that I couldn't budge. He wasn't even trying, that asshole, pulling me right back from the step I had taken to get away from him, my body pushing back at his when I stared angrily up into his gray eyes; if he thought that I wanted him around me, dead wrong!

"You are going to get back right f*****g now; wait till my shift is done since I can't keep going after you all night, or I'm out of a job!" I gasped, seeing that he was serious, coming closer and not caring that I was too stunned to speak; I wasn't going anywhere with him!

"what about your girl, huh?! what the f**k is she going to say about me staying at your place!?" Dylan's eyes shifted like he was hoping I didn't hear that part of his stupid conversation, sighing like this was the last thing he needed right now, and I didn't care!

"Jen, stop this... you're drunk, probably for the first time since you can't even handle two drinks and..." I started to laugh, mocking him with all my might; I wasn't drunk, not anymore! My eyes narrowed at his; that gave me all seriousness back, God!

"I had more; how about that!?" I was mocking him more, crossing my arms, whimpering from the pain, looking down at my arm, starting to feel sick to his last anger seeming to fade away; what did it matter to him if I was drunk? He just wanted me out of sight and didn't even introduce me to his friend at the bar!

"Jen, babe, stop this..." I leaned back against the wall, trying to look like I wasn't swaying, and my eyes trying to stay focused on the hot guy in a black shirt; he was so not calling me babe again, was he? Not after I just found out that I was this trashy side w***e he wanted to keep a secret! I knew his being nice to me was too good to be true!

"Stop calling me that!" I had enough, screaming it back to his cold face; he was a bad guy, wasn't he? Taking me home and not even f*****g me, what was his problem? I wasn't his and not his f*****g babe either!

"Stop what?! I can call you whatever I like... you crazy bitch..." Dylan was mumbling the last part when my jaw dropped. Did he just call me crazy?

I stopped everything. Staring at him helplessly, my back against the cold stone and dress rode up, closing my eyes hard, new tears falling down, letting his words seep inside my heart; he really had hurt me.

"I'm not crazy." He bit his cheeks like he was sorry for calling me that, but I didn't care. So he thought I was just as insane as everyone else. Big deal? I wasn't the one who had written a note asking me to stay; he did!

He was staring at me, and I knew it. I opened my eyes again, trying to get some sense of where I was, hating that I was so drunk, and I didn't even know when it had happened!

"I don't have a girl, alright... it's just something the guys keep calling Lorraine..." Dylan wasn't looking at me anymore like he was ashamed; good. I was still sniffling, he was the worst guy I had ever met, and still the f*****g sweetest, and he was giving me more heartache than anyone else in the world.

"I know you dated her.... and were going to marry her..." I wanted to hurt him back, looking up like he thought I did know that part about him and her, the big prom king and queen, getting married and living happily f*****g after; it was making me sick!

"You know nothing, Jennifer Thompson!" Dylan said my last name mockingly when I smirked back at him; yes, that was right! I was a Thompson and so much better than him and that trailer trash he was going to f*****g marry!

"I know she left you; it was all over town. What? She found someone better, more handsome, richer?" I couldn't stop myself, jealousy eating up whatever brain was left inside my head. I wanted him to hurt the same way he had hurt me. Didn't he get just how much I had been suffering because of him!?

My smirk died the second he turned, deciding that I was too much of a b***h, taking off and leaving me against the wall where I was leaning, still not sure, before seeing the v-shaped back disappearing around the corner to my stomach dropping to my butt, wait, he was really leaving me!?

"Dylan!?" I started to follow, regretting every word from my stupid mouth; I was so stupid and crazy! Yes, he was right about that part, I was f*****g crazy, and I was jealous, so much more than was healthy after spending one night with a guy, but I couldn't help it!

My voice was all over the street, seeing the backdoor being opened, my heart stopping with him coming out, having a jacket on. He was already having a smoke, trying to light it when I stopped, pleading with him with all my might not to just tell me to f**k off; I needed him!

"Alright, Thompson, let's get you back..." I whimpered, shaking from the cold, nodding, feeling sick when his face was illuminated by the cigarette; he was so handsome, like a model, and here I was riding him like he couldn't have any girl he wanted that wasn't me.