I walked through the grocery store pushing the empty cart. I had to pick up some things before I went home. As I looked through the variety of canned foods and meat, I bumped into someone making there grocery fall.
"I'm so sorry," I said kneeling down and picking up everything as quick as I could. The person's hand touched mine. I looked to see who it was. Nate. Of course.
I slipped my hand out.
"If you would just let me explain."
"You've said enough."
I started to walk away, but he grabbed my hand.
"Nate, let go of my hand. Now."
He pulled me toward him.
"Do you forgive me?"
"No. I don't. You got my best friend pregnant. You told me that. And now, my only friend is Noah."
"I'm sorry. But it was Macy who got herself pregnant."
He raised his eyebrows.
"No. No. No. And why should I believe a jerk like you?"
"How am I jerk? Wait, don't answer that. But..."
"I am known as the 'girlfriend-of-the-guy-who-got-her-best-friend-pregnant'. That's it. Everyone feels sorry for you and Macy. Not me. Sure, they give me that look and_"
He pulled me toward him and kissed me.
"I'm sorry, again."
I wiped my lip and walked away.
"Bree," he called, "I think I'm in love with you."
I looked at him.