I just stood there.
For a full minute, I couldn't move. Couldn't even breathe right.
"Ian Han?" I repeated, just to make sure my ears weren't playing tricks on me.
Crystal sniffled, wiping her face with a tissue.
"Yeah. Ian Han. From the hockey team."
My mouth went dry. "Wait…like, Ian Han, as in…Blackwell's son? My…"
I stopped before I could say boyfriend.
She frowned, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you sound so weird about it?"
"I..I just… need to be sure," I stammered. "You're sure it's him?"
She nodded, like it was obvious. "Of course I'm sure. We dated last year. He's that guy who acts all sweet and romantic, makes you feel special, and then disappears after he has sex with you."
My stomach twisted so hard I thought I was gonna be sick.
No. No, this can't be true.
"Sorry," my voice came out thin. "How many weeks, or months, are you?"
"Two weeks," she said quietly.
Two weeks.
Two Freaking Weeks.
Something inside me snapped.
