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Kian

It'd been two months since my gorgeous sunshine girl broke up with me.

Two whole months.

Coping wasn't easy.

Dean tried to make me go to parties and I did. He tried to make me get with other girls, get me to kiss and touch other girls. I couldn't.

All I could think about was as her.

Mallory. My Mallory. My princess.

But she wasn't mine anymore.

She'd made that perfectly clear.

Didn't stop me from looking for her in every room I walked into.

Didn't stop my heart from racing when I saw her across the courtyard at school, laughing with Serena like nothing had changed.

Like she hadn't torn me apart.

I'd spent two months trying to figure out what I did wrong. Two months replaying every conversation, every moment between us, searching for the mistake that made her walk away.

But now? Seeing her run down the hall, pale and clutching her stomach before disappearing into the toilets?

Something wasn't right.

And she wouldn't even look at me.

I didn't leave the hallway right away. Just leaned against the lockers, running a hand through my hair.

She'd sounded different.

Scared.

And not of me.

Something was going on with her.

And whether she liked it or not, I was going to find out what

I wasn't proud of it, but I walked back in there.

Didn't even hesitate before pushing open the girls' toilets, ignoring the few startled looks from first years as I stalked toward the last stall.

I could hear her breathing—shaky, uneven. Could hear her sniffling.

I knocked once. "Mal."

Silence.

I knocked again, a little firmer. "Mallory."

"Go away, Kian." Her voice was thick, like she'd been crying.

That only made my chest tighten.

I could've left. Could've done what she asked. But after two months of pretending like I didn't care, like I wasn't dying to just be near her, I wasn't walking away.

Not when I knew something was wrong.

I leaned against the stall door, lowering my voice. "Princess, please."

I heard her breath hitch.

She didn't say anything for a long moment, but then the lock clicked, and the door cracked open just a little.

Enough for me to see her.

And enough for me to see the fear in her eyes.

"Talk to me," I murmured.

She looked down, shaking her head. "I can't."

Something in my stomach twisted.

"Why not?"

She hesitated, gripping the door so tight her knuckles turned white.

And then, barely above a whisper—

"Because it'll change everything."

Her response concerned me,"What do you mean, baby?"

Mallory swallowed hard, her eyes flickering up to mine before quickly darting away.

I could see her hands shaking, could hear the unsteady breaths she was taking.

"Mal." I reached for her, but she took a small step back.

"Don't," she whispered.

My chest tightened.

"Don't what?"

She let out a shaky breath. "Don't call me that. Don't—" Her voice cracked, and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Just don't."

I didn't understand.

After two months, I finally had her in front of me, and she was acting like being near me physically hurt.

"Princess, you're scaring me."

She let out a humorless laugh, rubbing at her eyes.

"You should be scared, Kian," she muttered, voice barely above a whisper. "I'm pregnant."