Crazy but sweet

 LOLA'S POV

 I woke up happy, knowing Jolie wasn’t going to work today. Luke said he was coming over, but he also made it clear he’d only help me if I was truly innocent. Huh... I wish I could fast-forward through this painful moment. Jolie is hurting me, for peace's sake!

 I was still in the bedroom when I heard the sound of a car pulling in. It must be Luke. I stepped into the hallway and hid near the stair railing, watching Jolie open the door for him.

 "What the fuck are you doing here?" Jolie snapped before walking back to the couch.

 "I came to say hi to Lola. I can’t stop thinking about her," Luke replied, licking his lips.

 What? What the hell is he doing? He’s adding more fuel to the fire! Jolie didn't say anything. He just threw his legs up on the table, grabbed his laptop, and placed it on his lap. Luke sat beside him.

 "What’s up?" Luke asked casually. Jolie sighed, and then they started whispering.

 I leaned closer, straining my ears, but I couldn’t make out a thing—just deep, manly voices murmuring. My lower lip trembled. What are they talking about? Jolie is usually loud and lousy. Why is he whispering now?

 "I said NO!" Jolie suddenly yelled, making me flinch.

 Good Lord. My weak heart nearly gave out.

 "Stop being such a dick! We all make mistakes, asshole! Stop playing the victim card!" Luke shot back. Jolie exhaled sharply, seeming to calm down.

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 "I’ll think about it," he mumbled, like he was being forced to say the words.

 "You better... And that dork Sam shouldn’t be a problem, should he?" Luke asked.

 Jolie scoffed. "No."

 Luke walked over to the bar counter and grabbed a bottle. "Okay, bye, dickhead," he muttered before walking out.

 I slumped onto my bed, feeling completely drained. Jolie doesn’t want to forgive me. I sniffed as my phone began ringing. Luke.

 Hew. "Lola…" he called.

 I took a deep breath. "Luke, what did he say?" I asked, fiddling with the hem of my shirt.

 He sighed. "I know that guy. He’s still mad. So I suggest you give him time to come to you. Like his ex-girlfriend back in high school…"

 I twitched at the mention of an "ex-girlfriend."

 "He went back to his ex-girlfriend?" I asked sharply.

 "Nope, he dumped her."

 I rolled my eyes. "Oh... Thanks for your help."

 "No problem. And here’s a tip—Jolie is a rider freak, so I suggest you seduce him. He’ll definitely forgive you after tasting some of you," he jibed.

 I scrunched up my face. "Ew, Luke!" I winced and hung up.

 I sat on the bed, exhausted. Jolie doesn’t want to forgive me. It’s obvious. He thinks I did something ungodly with Sam. It’s best if I just let him be and continue living like strangers. Yeah... that’s what I’ll do.

 As for the pregnancy... I’m not telling that rude jerk!

 I’ll hide it forever.

 I’ll go to the mall later and buy huge clothes to cover my baby bump when it arrives. He’ll never know. And when it's time to give birth, I'll go to Grandpa’s house, and he’ll take me to the hospital.

 I yawned. All these thoughts were making me sleepy. I closed my eyes and drifted into dreamland immediately.

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 JOLIE'S POV

 I know Lola called Luke over. Well, she’s getting her hopes up for nothing. Not even my best friend can change my mind.

 I got up from the couch and headed upstairs. I was starving. Lola had been upstairs all morning.

 How do I get her to come down and cook something? I’m tired of drinking tea.

 I reached her room and peeped inside. She was sleeping soundly.

 I rolled my eyes. Heavy sleeper.

 She still has the guts to sleep when I’m mad at her? She should be awake, worrying about how to gain my forgiveness.

 I tiptoed to the couch where her handbag was. I searched it, looking for her phone. She must be getting midnight love texts from Sam, that son of a bitch. I’ll deal with him for sure... the hard way.

 I pulled out an envelope. What’s this?

 Curious, I opened it and pulled out a white sheet of paper. I unfolded it in a jiffy and read the stupid words.

 I froze.

 Positive.

 I glanced at the date.

 My baby.

 Lola is pregnant with my baby.

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 JOLIE'S POV

 I scoffed.

 Lola is pregnant.

 First, she went to Sam’s house without my permission. Second, she hid her pregnancy from me.

 I clenched my fists. Who does she think she is?

 What was she planning? Did she think I wasn’t worthy of knowing she was pregnant with my child?

 I crushed the paper in my hand before stuffing it back into her bag.

 I left the room, raking my hands through my hair in frustration.

 I was just fucking hungry!

 I glanced at her door.

 I’m so not calling her to cook for me. Not when she’s already pregnant.

 I grabbed my phone and called a nearby restaurant.

 “I’ll have spicy noodles with mushrooms and steamed veggies.”

 I’ll just have to manage.

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 LOLA'S POV

 I woke up feeling empty.

 My stomach was grumbling loudly. I dragged myself downstairs and headed to the kitchen. I made noodles, but my mind was not focused on my cooking.

 I ended up dumping in too many ingredients.

 The noodles turned out so hot and spicy that my tongue started burning.

 I grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down, but it didn’t work.

 What do I do?

 I ran into the living room, desperate. Jolie was walking past me, his hands in his pockets. As he brushed by, my stomach tightened, craving his touch.

 But I held myself back.

 I waited for him to leave before rushing to the bar counter.

 I grabbed a bottle of alcohol. I had no idea if it was whiskey or vodka, but I needed to stop the fire on my tongue.

 I looked around before taking a sip.

 Mmm… So bitter and strong! But at least it was working.

 I took another gulp.

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 JOLIE'S POV

 I hid behind a wall, watching Lola drink alcohol.

 Good Lord.

 She’s pregnant, for Christ’s sake!

 Why the hell is she drinking?

 I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to run over and snatch the bottle from her hands.

 But… I was still mad at her.

 What do I do?

 I didn’t want her to think I cared.

 I took a deep breath and dramatically fell onto the stairs.

 "Aargh!" I yelled.

 I waited.

 Nothing.

 Didn’t she hear me fall?!

 I got up and stormed into the living room—only to see her chugging the rest of the bottle.

 God!

 I rushed to her and snatched it from her hands.

 Yeish… she was already drunk.

 I know that face.

 "What are you doing? Give me back my toy!" she whined, reaching for the bottle.

 I held it up high, out of her reach.

 "You sucker,"

she pouted, smacking my arm.

 Ouch. That actually hurt.

 I sighed, then scooped her up in my arms.

 She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, grinning.

 "A-S-S-S-U-C-K-E-R is Jolie," she sang drunkenly.

 Crazy woman.

 I carried her upstairs.

 Little did I know, I was in for it.