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He shrugged at her apology. "I'd let you do it again," he muttered. He'd let her kill him in all honestly. His stomach churned at her words. He wanted her there. It would be a dick move to turn her down now. If it wsn't fpr the baby it wouldn't be as hard to stay but... He didn't want a kid tying him down. He couldn't leave Jessi, though.

"Then I'm not going anywhere," he said, gulping. He couldn't make it a promise as there was always the chance he couldn't keep it. He ran a hand through his hair, chewing on his inner cheek. "Should we tell Chiron?" he asked, brow furrowed. He knew there was a full possibility that they'd get in a lot of trouble, possibly even kicked out of camp. I mean, he kinda had knocked a girl up in camp... Oops.

He watched her walk away from him, not even bothering to stare at her ass like he usually would. His teary eyes met hers as she turned back to face him. He nodded slowly. He loved her. He was terrified by his feelings. He didn't want them to exist, but gods did he love her.

"Why not? You should." he muttered sadly. "I've been nothing but bad news for you from the start. I don't know how you can't hate me. I mean, I hate me." And he did. He hated how he acted and he hated hating it. He just wanted his emotions to disappear again. Jessi had made him feel again, breaking down the barricades to release a flood.

He nodded, tears overflowing and rolling down his cheeks, mixing with the blood as they met his lips. He stayed silent though, doing nothing as she spat and hissed like an attacking snake. He had been beat up before. He had been shoved to the ground and kicked. This was different though, because as much as he denied it he cared. In any other situation he would've fought back and taunted her. But he'd rather be slowly murdered than hurt her, let alone the baby inside of her.

Her fist made contact with his stomach hard, knocking the air out of him. He stumbled back slightly, clutching at his stomach. He took a moment, bending over and gagging like he might puke. He looked up at her from the vulnerable position, spitting out some blood before speaking. "Just fucking kill me, won't you?" he choked, gasping. "They don't deserve such a shit dad. You don't deserve such a shit baby-daddy. Make me suffer." He smiled weakly, wincing since his nose seemed to be broken.

The boy was never particularly good at being gentle in his words though. His arms dropped to his sides as he stepped away from her and began to pace. He needed to move. "Jessi, I can't be a dad. Hell, I don't wanna be." he stated as he paused in front of her, brow furrowed. "And how do I know you're not lying about sleeping with other people? Or even being pregnant? For all I know you've been on tons of dick." There was a strong possibility in his mind that she was screwing him over. Maybe she just wanted his loyalty. Like hell if he was going to be tied down. He had heard stories like it before, crazy chicks saying they're pregnant for love. He wasn't gonna be some idiot raising another guy's kid.

"I'm not gonna marry you or some shit just cus you fucked up your birth control. It's not my fault you're an alcoholic." His voice was raised, hitting a dangerous tone. He was getting pissed at this point, fists clenched. It's not like he planned for this to happen. Sure, he probably should've worn a rubber, but it was her job to keep her pills in check. He very rarely took responsibility for his actions, always playing the blame game. 

He wanted to comfort her at first. It hurt his chest to see her so distraught. He just wanted to wrap his arms around her and make it all better. But then her words hit him like a train. Mickey stared at her, blinking, trying to process what she had said. Pregnant. There was a lump in his throat. Pregnant. He swallowed. You're the father. Nothing but a dry mouth and a blank face. His skin was pale. He looked like he could pass out.

"That's ridiculous," he managed to get out. But it wasn't. He hadn't bothered with protection... Fuck. "Did you take a test? I mean, how do you even know that I'm...?" he trailed off. Pregnant. Her words wouldn't stop echoing, bouncing around his skull like a sick joke. He wasn't ready to be a father. Hell, he could barely care for himself. How could he take care of a tiny helpless baby? The boy didn't even know a damn thing about pregnancy.

Mickey had 'sexiled' his cabin mates yet again. Dakota wasn't there to yell at him and besides it was midday. It's not like his siblings needed to be in the cabin. The girl he was with though was extremely loud... Not that he was complaining. The Aphrodite kid took a bit of smugness in making his lovers moan and scream. The surrounding cabins weren't as pleased with his work, but they had certainly become used to it over the past few years. Everyone sort of had the 'Well, Mickey is at it again,' attitude. If they told him to quiet down he'd just join in on the loudness. The pink Barbie house was certainly making quite a bit of noise today.

He almost didn't hear the knock on the door, thinking about it twice before deciding to answer it. He stopped mid-thrust to his companion's annoyance. She squeaked out some plea to keep going which he graciously ignored. The boy pulled up the boxers that had traveled down to his ankles and sauntered over to the door in his usual cocky fashion. It was all he was wearing and yet the thin fabric did little to hide his erection. He opened the door slightly, losing his goofy grin as soon as he laid eyes on Jessi. 

His first instinct was to hug her. Second thought was to slam the door. The third was to cry. Fortunately, he managed to keep his instincts under control. Unfortunately, his response wasn't that great. "Hey," he said awkwardly. Fucking hey? Really, Mickey? He hadn't seen her in six weeks. Well, he had seen her of course, but only for fleeting moments around camp. And, while he'd never admit it, he missed her like hell. Not just her body, but every bit of her. Her smile, her laugh, her smell... Gods. "What are you doing here?"

He flinched at her touch, not expecting it in the least. He and Dakota were never particularly close. He annoyed her and pissed her off while she yelled at him and threw him out of the cabin. And yet here she was, comforting him. Besides, he wasn't used to being comforted beyond a bottle of liquor or maybe some head. Patting and hugging and all that crap weren't really something he knew.

He scoffed at her words. "I don't have... feelings for her. That's dumb. Why would I..?" he grumbled, shaking his head. "I don't get feelings for people, Kota. She's just... really hot, okay?" Beautiful, breathtaking even. So blindingly gorgeous that it hurts... And fiery, gods she's full of passion... Fuck. He wanted to punch himself in the face. "It doesn't matter. I screwed it all up. I got drunk I guess and said some stuff... I don't really remember but she does."