I said.” Dr. Barns offered me a friendly pat on the back before turning and walking out of the locker room.
Her words ran through my mind all morning. I really needed someone to talk to about all of this. Sucking up my courage, I sent Carrie a text, apologizing for my actions over the last few days and asking to meet for lunch again. I swore I wouldn’t walk out this time, no matter how tense things may become.
“Hey,” I said hesitantly as Carrie sat down beside me at a table in the cafeteria.
“I feel like I’m the one who needs to apologize,” she blurted out. “I was just awful to you the other day. I think I was still pissed that you’d walked out before and then ignored me for over a week. Plus, I was just stressed about other stuff — money has been tight, and I haven’t been spending enough time at home with Gabby — and I took it out on you. So I’m sorry. I know you don’t care how rich he is; I was out of line.”
“I’m sorry too,” I said, giving Carrie a tight hug. “I know I said it over the text, but I needed to say it in person as well. You had every right to be upset with me. I’ve been acting crazy lately.”
“What’s going on?” Carrie asked, still concerned after all I’d put her through.
“I don’t deserve you as a friend,” I said with a smile. I then divulged everything that had happened over the last few weeks. I confessed to having sex with Chase for the first time without a condom and the subsequent pregnancy scare. I admitted to my initial struggle over my feelings for Chase and my reservations about making our relationship public knowledge. I then told her about my fear of always having to be the one to sacrifice and how the relationship had opened myself up to even more gossip, so I’d been forced to end it before it had even really begun.
“What do you mean by that?” Carrie asked. “You keep talking about sacrifice, like you’ve had to do it before.”
And so I told Carrie about Scott.
“I chose a school in Chicago just to be with him,” I said. “I never had time to develop any real friendships. I wasn’t able to get involved at all on campus. Any time I wasn’t in class or studying, I was with Scott. I cooked him meals. I cleaned our apartment. I tried so hard to be a good girlfriend. And it was all for nothing. Do you know what the worst part was?” I asked, blinking back tears.
“What?” Carrie said.
“When he broke up with me, he actually called me fat. Said I wasn’t willing to work to keep him interested. All I’d done was work to keep him interested. I’m not going to do that again.”
“You shouldn’t do that again,” Carrie agreed. “The guy sounds like an abusive prick! But… ”
“But what?” I asked between sobs.
“Has Chase given you any indication that he’s like that?” I shook my head, and she continued. “Does he seem to have a problem with your body?”
“No,” I said with a smile. “He actually seems rather fond of my body.”
“Kaia,” Carrie put her hand on mine, “I think you’re comparing Chase to Scott, when they are two very different people. Has Chase ever expected you to sacrifice your work or your personal time for him.”
I thought about what she was asked for a few moments.
“He did suggest that I take some time off, if I was pregnant,” I answered.
“Don’t you think that’s a little understandable?” she asked.
“I guess,” I replied. “He also doesn’t seem concerned at all about the rumors that our relationship has caused.”
“And you shouldn’t be either. Just think about it, Kaia,” Carrie continued. “I don’t like Donahue, I’ll be the first to admit that. But from what you’re telling me, he’s never been anything but a good boyfriend so far.”
Carrie was right, and I thought about what she’d said long after our lunch ended. Chase wasn’t like Scott. Not really. They were both cocky and always seemed to have smug grins on their faces. But underneath