“Trevor called and said he was going to the party.”
Lynn pinched her brows together. “Hello, I already told you that.”
I grabbed my keys and some cash. “You telling me and Trevor inviting me are two totally different things.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t understand your relationship with him. I truly don’t.”
“Can I just drive over with you? I’m sure I can get Trevor to give me a ride back.”
“Sure! You ready?”
“Yep. Let’s go have one more fling before we all have to grow up.”
Lynn laughed as I locked my door and followed her to her Honda Accord.
“Amen to that!”
Thirty minutes later we were driving down the gravel road that led to the river. I had texted Trevor, but he hadn’t returned my text. The closer we got the river, the more nervous I got. What if I showed up and Trevor was talking to someone? Or worse yet, flirting with them?
“Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I’m starting to feel a bit sick.”
Lynn huffed. “It’s probably the pint of ice cream you sucked down and that Snickers bar you made me stop and get. Jesus, where are you putting all this food, girl?”
“I don’t normally eat like that, but I was craving the Snickers, and the ice cream was just…well, it was good and I wanted it.”
“You’re not actually eating for two, you know. You don’t need to double up what you’re eating.”
“Yes, doctor.”
Lynn hit me on the leg. “I’m just saying, eat healthy.”
“I do. But every now and then I deserve a damn Snickers!”
She laughed. “You do. I can’t even imagine being pregnant. Ugh.”
Before I had a chance to ask why she felt like that, I saw all the cars and trucks. Trevor’s was hard to miss; it was the last one in the row and Lynn pulled up and parked next to it.
“Okay, let’s go have some fun. I’ll drink whatever beers you can’t.”
Getting out of the car, I pointed to her. “Hey, isn’t that the same as the eating double thing?”
“Nope. That rule does not apply to beer. When your friend is pregnant, you’re allowed to drink her allotted quantity of beers.” Lynn grabbed our bags out of her trunk.
“That’s not true.”
Hooking her arm with mine, we made our way down the path. I could hear shouting and music the closer we got. My heart started pounding and I stopped.
Lynn turned to face and me, and her smile vanished.
“What? What’s wrong, Scarlett?”
I shook my head and took a few steps back. “I can’t. What if he’s…what if I see him with someone?”
“Trevor? Scarlett, are you out of your damn mind? Listen, I get that he acted like a complete dick after y’all hooked up, but I’m pretty damn sure he is not here sucking face with some girl when you are carrying his baby.”
My hand came up to my mouth as a wave of nausea hit me. “I’m going to be sick.”
I rushed over to the bushes and threw up. It didn’t take long for everything I had consumed to come rushing back.
“Christ, Scarlett! You’re making yourself sick thinking about this.”
Standing up, I placed my hand over my forehead. “I feel dizzy.”
“Let’s get you some water and get you to a chair or something.”
Fear gripped me as Lynn took my arm and led me closer to the party.
Why couldn’t I just trust Trevor? Why did I let these stupid doubts creep into my brain and wedge themselves in?
When we came around a bend, I got a clear shot of the whole party. I quickly started to scan the crowd. It didn’t take long to spot him.
“I told you! You had nothing to worry about.”
A rush of air came out—I hadn’t even realized I had been holding my breath. Trevor was standing off to the side talking to about four or five guys. Girls were everywhere, walking around in swimsuits and shorts that left little to the imagination.
Trevor was focused only on the guys he was talking to. His back was toward the river. He held a beer in his hand, and when I looked him over, I started to laugh.
“What in the hell is he wearing?” I asked.
“Christ, looks like he just walked out of Mrs. Johnson’s calculus class!”
We both started to laugh, and it was like he knew I was there. His head turned and our eyes locked. He smiled, and then his smile faded when he saw Lynn with her arm around me. Trevor rushed over.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, placing both hands on my arms and giving me a once-over.
“She threw up as we were walking down here,” Lynn said, giving me a wink.
“You threw up?”
His hand went to my forehead, followed by his cheek.
“It’s just something I ate, I think.”
“A king-size Snickers bar on top of a pint of chocolate ice cream.”
“Lynn!” I cried out, giving her a dirty look.