Billie Jean

                                    

                                          
"Wh- What do you mean Corey isn't the father?" I ask, tripping over my words as I try to make sense of things. 
                          
"Well I was doing the math and it doesn't add up. The babies aren't 4 months old, they're almost 6. So I tested the blood and the paternity test was negative. He isn't the father." 
                          
"Well who is?" Corey chimes, his face red. 
                          
"I don't know that." Gianna laughs, "If you bring DNA I can do another paternity test but I have no idea." 
                          
"Well who were you fucking 6 months ago?" Corey spits, looking at me. 
                          
"Corey." I scold, completely stunned by his words. 
                          
"What? Tell me. Do you even remember?" He asks. It takes everything in me not to slap him for that comment. 
                          
"Um, anyways, the babies are very healthy. You're doing a good job." Gianna says. She gathers her papers and awkwardly says goodbye before leaving the room. 
                          
"Who is it, Evelyn?" Corey asks again and I jump, startled by the fact he used my full name. 
                          
"Corey I-I don't know. I can't think right now." I whisper, looking at the floor. 
                          
"How could you do that? Now I know how Brandon feels." He breathes and storms out of the room. Tears fall from my eyes as I change back into my clothes. I stumble out of the room, Hunter looking at me as I pass. 
                          
"Ev," He starts but I continue walking 
                          
"Not now." I reply. I hurry down the stairs to the parking lot, hoping to catch Corey. I get to the car and see him sitting in the driver's seat, staring at his phone. I get in, gently shutting the door. 
                          
"Ready?" He asks, his voice hoarse.
                          
"Yeah." I whisper. I buckle my seat belt and stare out the window, thinking. I don't sleep around often but there have been occasions where I'd hook up with guys. And because of my seizures and the fact that I'm missing a tiny part of my brain, it's going to be hard for me to remember who I was with 6 months ago, especially since Corey is the only guy I've thought about lately. 
                          
The ride home is short, and awkwardly silent. I can tell Corey is mad at me even though he's trying not to be. We get upstairs and he tosses his keys on the table, darting for Brandon's room. I roll my eyes and go and sit on the couch. I go through who it could be. A few guys pop into my head, but I wave it off, knowing it's not them. After a few minutes, I have two guys in my head. I go through my phone, trying to map out a timeline and I'm left with one guy. I know who the father is, and Corey isn't going to like it. 
                          
I jump up and throw some shoes on, grabbing my coat. I hurry out of the apartment and down the stairs. It's a long walk but I finally make it to my destination, my feet guiding me inside. The doorman greets me, clearly remembering who I am. I get in the elevator and push the button for the 8th floor, my hands shaking. I wait and then hear the elevator ding. I get out and turn left, darting for apartment 821. I take a deep breath and knock on the door, my knuckles stinging. I step back, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. I hear heavy steps coming towards the door and my heart skips a beat. I can already tell, it's going to be super awkward telling this guy they're the father of my baby. The door flings open and I'm greeted by his white smile, his baby blue eyes locking with mine. 
                          
"Hey, Ev." He greets, pushing a dirty blonde curl away from his forehead. 
                          
"Hey, Patrick." I sigh. He moves aside and motions me inside, a smile still tugging at his lips. 
                          
"You seem tense?" He states, more of a question. He follows me into the living room where I sit down on the leather couch, making myself at home. 
                          
"Uh, yeah." I answer, laughing nervously. He shifts in his seat, resting his arm on the back of the couch behind me. 
                          
"What's up?" He asks, the tone in his voice sounding concerned. 
                          
"Okay well, I don't know you if you remember honestly. But do you know that we hooked up a month or two before Corey and I started dating?" I ask. He looks at me, narrowing his eyes as he searches my face. I can tell he's trying to remember, "You were pretty drunk, I was the bartender that night." 
                          
"Oh. That was you." He gasps, a small smile on his face, "That was pretty fun."  I roll my eyes at him but he's not wrong. 
                          
"Yeah well it's a problem now." I reply, chewing on my bottom lip. 
                          
"Why? Did Corey find out?" He questions quickly 
                          
"No, not yet. Um, I don't know how to tell you this but, the babies aren't Corey's. I think they might be... yours." His face falls, confusion taking over. He moves his mouth as if he's going to say something but doesn't, "I'm not sure. We need to do a paternity test."
                          
"But, how? H-How did this even come up?" He sighs
                          
"They took our blood at the doctor to test for diseases and stuff. The babies are almost 6 months, not 4 like they're supposed to be so they did a paternity test for Corey and it was negative. I've been thinking and I really think it's you." I explain and he runs his hand through his curls, taking a deep breath. 
                          
"Corey is gonna be pissed."