Threesome Baby
A few days later, I still didn’t feel like I had entirely recovered from how much I’d had to drink at that stupid Tri Delta party. It really didn’t feel like that much at the time, but I supposed the punch was a lot stronger than it had tasted. Everyone else in our little group seemed to feel the same way, and even by Tuesday evening we were all still acting groggy and grumpy.
The fact that I had never gotten a straight answer from Zac about where he was while I was being ushered back from the party by Taylor still bothered me, but I quit asking him about it after the third time he seemed to dodge the question. I couldn’t stop being frustrated by it, though. Maybe he was just hanging out with his guy friends, but considering the fact that he practically thought of me as one of those guy friends, that wasn’t a very satisfying answer. Even as I sat next to him at dinner on Tuesday, chatting about our game night plans for the next night, I couldn’t totally relax and just be happy.
While we worked on those plans, I barely even noticed Bella approaching the table. She gave an annoying little wave and directed her greeting right to Zac, which made me bristle even more.
“So, hey, Georgina,” she said, as thought she had just noticed I was there. “I was just going to see if we could get together tonight and watch that movie again. I finally finished reading the book, by the way. Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
“I have a literary magazine meeting,” I said. “But you’re free to watch it on your own. It’s still in the living room, next to the DVD player.”
“Oh, okay,” she replied. “Well, I guess that’s fine. But we do need to get together and start outlining our papers soon…”
I nodded, wishing she would just go away. “I know, I know. I just have this meeting tonight, but we’ll work on it later in the week? It isn’t due until the end of the next week, so I think we’re good.”
If I was trying to delay working with her, I don’t think anyone could blame me. The idea that I had to spend the majority of the semester working on this huge project with her was just a sick joke being played on me by the universe and was really more than I could bear.
At least Bella seemed to grasp that I wasn’t really up for chatting with her and she hurried off not long after that, back to the table designated for pledges like her. Ignoring the weird looks everyone, especially Zac, was giving me, I reminded them that I had that literary mag meeting soon and rushed off myself.
The meetings were always long but unproductive. That was what happened when you got a room full of English majors together. The group inevitably argued and went off on so many tangents that very little was accomplished until later in the semester when we felt the deadline looming. That particular meeting was no different, and by the time it finally ended, I was exhausted.
During the walk back to Zink, I sent Zac a text to see if he wanted to hang out for a while, but he was once again busy. That was fine by me, I decided, since I was really too tired to stay awake very late, and I told Zac that. Not that I was really worried that Zac might even consider that I felt like he was blowing me off. He didn’t seem to notice that at all lately, even though we had spent less time together this semester than we ever had before in our lives.
When I walked back into the suite, Bella was in the living room watching Harry Potter. Well, the television was on, but her head was down, giggling at something on her cell phone’s screen. The screen made her face glow blue and it made her look even more evil than usual.
“Oh, Georgina,” she said. “Thank you so much for letting me borrow the movie, too.”
“No problem,” I replied, stopping in my tracks and waiting for whatever underhanded comment was no doubt going to come next, but nothing came. That was a strange change and it made me feel uneasy yet relieved.
Once I was certain Bella wasn’t going to say anything else, I went on to my room and tossed my bag down on my desk chair. I grabbed my robe and headed off to the bathroom I unfortunately had to share with Bella to take a shower. She took forever in the bathroom, especially in the mornings, so I always looked for chances to use it when I knew she wasn’t around or likely to need the bathroom. While she was busy watching the movie was a good opportunity, and I took the chance to take my time with a nice, long, relaxing shower.
It didn’t soothe all of my worries, but by the time I was done and had changed into my pajamas and dried my hair, I felt a little better. I was still exhausted, though, especially with all my stupid thoughts about Bella and Zac and Taylor…
There wasn’t anything to my thoughts about Taylor, though. He had walked me back from the party and been a gentleman about it, at least as much as he was capable of. If it wasn’t for that stupid sex dream, which I had nearly forgotten about, I wouldn’t even be thinking about Taylor at all. He had noting to do with the confusion and frustration I was feeling, although my psyche seemed to think otherwise, since it decided to insert Taylor into that dream.
As I settled into bed, I realized that thinking about that dream probably sealed the deal on me having another dream just like it. That sounded like my luck.
I was sitting in my bathroom on the edge of the tub. In my hand I held a little plastic stick. Even though I’d never held anything like that before, I knew exactly what it was. I didn’t remember peeing on it, but I was waiting. Waiting for an answer. Before I could even begin to consider how the hell I got myself into this situation, I had an answer.
Two pink lines. I was pregnant.
Immediately, there was a knock on the bathroom door.
“George?” Zac said. “Is the test done yet?”
“Y-yeah,” I stuttered out, suddenly not wanting to tell him what the test said. Why was I nervous? Wouldn’t he be happy to know that I was pregnant with his child?
There was another knock at the door.
“Yeah, do you know if we’re having a baby?” Taylor asked.
We? As in… Taylor and I?
Then I remembered. I had had sex with both of them, hadn’t I? Either one of them could be the father. I had no clue what to say to Taylor’s question. Zac knocked on the door again and called out my name. I didn’t answer. Both fists pounded on the door, both boys calling out my name. I crawled into the shower and pulled the curtain, as though that could hide me from them as they continued to pound on the door and rattle the doorknob. The entire bathroom seemed to shake as they tried to get in, to confront me. I began to cry.
I woke up with a start, giving a pathetic little yelp. I felt my cheeks and was relieved to see that I hadn’t actually started to cry, even though I could feel it in my chest, threatening to come bubbling up out of me. This was the sequel to the sex dream, I supposed.
What the actual fuck was wrong with my brain, I wondered? Only I could dream up something so strange as a Hogwarts sex dream where Zac, the guy I actually wanted to be with, was transformed into his brother while we were fucking. Sex dreams about Zac were nothing new for me, sadly. Sex dreams about Taylor, though… that had never happened before. A dream that was technically about both and resulted in some weird threesome baby? That was, even for my strange brain, completely unprecedented.
With a groan, I pulled myself out of bed. After that dream, I doubted I would be able to go back to sleep and I needed to use the bathroom. Even though I didn’t want to see the suite’s bathroom right then, not after that dream, I knew there was no way I could go back to sleep if I didn’t use the bathroom. At least I had gotten a few hours of decent sleep, I decided, as I glanced at my alarm clock on the way out of my room and saw that it was already two in the morning.
I pulled my door open and stepped out into the little hallway, if you could even call it that, between my room and Bella’s. The bathroom lay between the two with her room directly opposite mine. I was surprised to see a soft light coming from her room so late and even more surprised when her door swung open. It was just my luck that after a dream like that I would run into my least favorite roommate ever. I knew there were worse things that could happen to me, but every little interaction with her just put me in a bad mood.
It wasn’t Bella who stepped out of her room, though. It was Zac, wearing nothing but a pair of blue plaid boxers.