Chapter Sixty-Seven

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�You gonna stick by me?�

�Maybe�.�

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�Fine,� Mr. Garcia barked into the phone before hanging it up and turning back to the class. �Leticia! Come here and bring your things. Apparently there are more important things for you to do than discuss Hamlet. Or at least the office thinks so. You�ll have to get today�s notes from someone later. I certainly can�t take the time to go make you a copy now. Come on, hurry up. You�re wasting my time.�

�Oh, shit�� I muttered to myself as I shoved my binder into my backpack, wondering what the hell I�d done to get called to the office this time.

�What�s going on?� Jamie mouthed at me as I walked past her desk.

I shrugged, whispering back, �No clue��

�We don�t have time for your dilly-dallying, Leticia,� Mr. Garcia said, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently. �Go on, go. Get out.�

Luckily, I made it out into the hall before I bust out laughing. �Dilly-dallying?� I thought to myself, �That man is just too much.�

Slowly, I headed towards the office, still trying to figure out what I�d done. For once, I had absolutely no clue.

�Oh, Leticia,� Mrs. Shepherd said as I walked into the office. �Good. We don�t want you to miss your appointment, do we?�

�Appointment?� I echoed, not sure what the hell she was talking about.

�That�s right,� she nodded, her voice dropping. �For your female problems��

�What the fuck?� I thought to myself. �If Mia made me another gynecology appointment without telling me��

�Oh, don�t worry, dear,� Mrs. Shepherd cooed. �I�m sure you�ll be fine�nothing to worry about. Is this your first time going?�

I nodded, mutely, trying to look like I wasn�t dying inside.

�Oh, you precious thing� Now, just remember to relax, and you�ll be fine. Maybe you�ll even have a cute doctor, hmm? Wouldn�t that be nice? Now, here�s your pass, and I think your ride should be waiting outside� And just remember, if you are�well�expecting�there are people here who care about you and want to help you.�

I took the pass from her and slowly walked out to the front of the school, anger building inside me. Dom�s car pulled up a few minutes later, and I climbed in.

�I�m going to kill your sister,� I started, before I�d even gotten the door shut behind me. �Who the fuck does she think she is, making me an appointment with a gynecologist? And then not even telling me about it! And then telling Mrs. Shepherd what the appointment is for! I swear, the old bat�s hoping I�ll get molested by the doctor or something� Not to mention that now she thinks I�m pregnant! I can just see it, there�ll be a note on the whiteboard in the faculty room within an hour, if there isn�t one already� �Leticia Gonzalez is pregnant, so please be considerate of her special needs in this difficult time.� or some shit like that� And where is Mia? She does this to me and then doesn�t even have the decency to show up so I can yell at her?�

Dom just let me go - he knows better than to try and stop me when I get worked up about something.

�Where are we going?� I asked a few minutes later, when we got on the freeway. �The clinic�s in the other direction�unless you�re not gonna make me go to the appointment��

Dom just started laughing. �Letty,� he said, looking over at me, �there�s no appointment. You�re not going to the doctor. I just used that as an excuse to get you out of school��

�Well�� he replied, ducking his head and looking at me from the corner of his eye, like a little boy who knows he�s in trouble. �Mrs. Shepherd asked, and it was the first thing I could come up with��

I had to laugh at that. �The first type of doctor you could come up with was a gynecologist? Guess we know what you were thinking about� So you pulled me out of school just so we could go somewhere and fuck? Couldn�t wait till I got home? Where are we going, anyways?�

�No, that�s not the reason I pulled you out of school,� Dom said, rolling his eyes at me.

�Oh,� I sighed, actually a little disappointed. �So what�s up?�

�We�re going to celebrate,� Dom said, reaching over to wrap his hand in mine.