Ayden gulped guiltily as his eyes drifted to Freya who was heading towards them, walking as fast as she could.
"Ingrid, time is almost up. You need signatures." She told her as she took her signing sheet and looked at it with worry.
"Freya I'm just tired… I'll tell Miss. Esther that, that's all I could afford."
"Ingrid, are you being serious?" Freya squeaked.
"Hey, stop bothering my girlfriend." Ayden rose up from the bench, with a sharp cold snarl at Freya.
"Your girlfriend?" Freya asked mockingly as she rolled her eyes. "If she's your girlfriend then help her get signatures instead of seating there and telling her nonsense."
"Watch your tongue you little bitch!" Ayden growled at her, taking a step closer. Ingrid looked at the two fueling up unnecessary drama from nowhere.
"I'm not your little bitch, bitch!" Freya snapped back at him. "She's on probation, she needs these signatures!" She said as she hoisted her sign sheet in the air.
"Well if you really do care about her too much why don't you get them yourself!" Ayden growled, anger sipping through the pores of his skin to his handsome face.
"I already did so!" She told him, raising her brows at him. She took a long look at Ingrid before she stepped away from Ayden and got closer to her. She took Ingrid's sheet and gave her hers. Ingrid looked at the sheet, which was filled with names and signatures. Sixty names in full, all written and corresponding signatures on their sides. On top of the sheet, Freya had written Ingrid's full names instead of hers. It was as if the sheet belonged to Ingrid Purcell. Freya took her pen and wrote her name— Freya Clare on the sheet filled with only but twelve names.
"Freya…" Ingrid stammered.
"That's what you do for people you actually care about Ayden. Without permission or a green light. You just do it." Freya snarled affording some daring gazes at him. Ayden felt frustrated by her actions and how she made him look in front of Ingrid.
"Freya… you didn't have to do this." Ingrid took Freya's hands into hers as she stepped ever closer to her. Their eyes studied each other for a while, as Ayden watched on from a distance.
"I had to," Freya told her. "I don't care what you think… Ingrid, you're pregnant and I know it's difficult for you to try and keep up. So I had to."
"But what about you?" Ingrid asked her softly.
"We have about twenty minutes or so remaining …" Freya answered her. "I'll try to get as much as I can."
"Thank you," Ingrid told her as she hugged her. "Thank you very much."
As soon as she left her arms, Freya's eyes drifted to Ayden who was looking back with a dark scowl on his face. She winked at him mockingly.
"Just go..." Ayden told her as he flopped himself back on the bench with exhaustion and embarrassment. Ingrid looked on as Freya crept back to the door, to catch a passing man. Before she had even sat, Freya had managed to round up some two folks and was already talking to them.
"Did she fill your mind with those stupid ideas?" Ayden asked as soon as she had sat down.
"What ideas?" Ingrid asked.
"About the baby."
She sighed. "No… I mean I just want you to be honest with me. Are you really up for this? And don't lie to me." Ayden rested his temple on one of his hands, as a finger tapped his crinkly hair repeatedly. "Ayden, answer me…" She sat down again.
The young lad turned to her later on. "Ingrid, the truth is… I want this." He told her with a soft voice. "I don't care what Freya told you. We might not be prepared for anything or we might be too young for this, but I want it." He brushed off her hair to the back of her ear. "Call your mom, and dad, and let's tell them together, and when we're done we'll tell my mom.
"I know she told you something to think of me otherwise because she's jealous that you're with me and not her but fuck it… don't let her words get to you. We are going to do this… together."
"Really?" Ingrid asked as her face glowed up. She skimmed at his face longingly, her eyes drifting to his pink lips.
"Yes. You will not do this all alone. And I'm here for you." Slowly, Ingrid's lips parted for his approaching ones in a lovely cringe to add a kiss to this beautiful moment. His words were welling and truth be told, Ingrid fell in love with him even further when he told her.
"Ingrid, Ingrid!" Freya whispered to her when they were about to kiss. Ingrid looked away instantly and locked eyes with Freya. Freya pointed at the inside of the restaurant to signal that Miss. Esther was coming out. Everything happened so fast. Ingrid and Ayden got on their feet and he took the signing sheet away from her and pretend to be signing. Freya rolled her eyes at the two as soon as the teacher walked out.
"Is there a problem?" Freya asked when the young mistress was standing close to her by the door.
"Um… just forgot something in my car, that I'm gonna go get."
"Oh," Freya responded.
"Where have you girls reached?" She asked as she took Freya's paper and afforded a smile. "Thirty? Make sure that you are not the last one Freya." She handed the sheet back and walked to the back of the building where the parking lot was.
"That was a close call," Ingrid whispered to Ayden as her eyes drifted to Freya and mouthed her the thank you words once again. Freya afforded a slight nod.
"Come on, let's go in," Ayden told her.
Ingrid turned and faced the restaurant before she spoke. "And do what?"
"Umm… I wanna kiss you. And the teacher seems nosy." Ayden told her. Ingrid took a quick glance at Freya before Ayden brought her face back to him. "Wait, is there something going on between the two of you that I'm not aware of?" He raised a brow.
"No, no, no," Ingrid affirmed him. "Let's go." She bit her lips seductively. The two walked towards Freya who was standing by the door before they got inside the restaurant. Before they got in, Freya held Ingrid's hand in a sudden stop and Ingrid looked at her worriedly. Ayden was ahead.
"He doesn't care about you Ingrid… you're just giving him what he wants."
"Let me go, Freya." Ingrid told her softly as she looked at her daringly.
"I pity you." Freya intently whispered to Ingrid before she let her hand loose.
"You have no right to tell me that, okay?" Ingrid cut her short as she walked in to catch up with Ayden inside the restaurant. They slithered their way to the ladies' washrooms and locked it from inside.
Firmly pressing Ingrid on the wall, Ayden attacked her lips desperately, enjoying her and feeling the love that she was giving back with the way her hands caressed the back of his head, fingers dug into his curly black hair as she let his fetishes wash her away from her mouth to her sex. She gave way for him to invade her daringly, as he grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer to him. His eyes were drained in love and his lips were wet as she could see when they had taken a little pause. He felt hot by the way his skin was starting to tint to the extreme sexual sensation that was ongoing. She got back to him sooner as she inserted her hand in his unbelted jeans, her lips on hers. She had missed this, and more importantly… she had missed him. As she felt his hot breath over her skin, a response to the ecstasy of pleasure, she felt a little bit lightheaded and almost dropped to the floor as if she was fainting.
Ayden caught her midway and looked at her suspiciously. His worried grey eyes toured her exhausted face as he brought her to calm down.
"Hey, hey… what's wrong?" Ayden asked as he panted heavily.
"I need to puke…" She said getting up from his arms. "Quick, go fetch Freya… she has my medicines…"
"Medicines? For what?" He asked as he zipped his jeans.
"Just go get her, would you?" Ingrid spoke as she rushed to one of the toilets to puke. "Hurry up."
"Oh, yeah… yeah," Ayden answered as he unlocked the door and headed out of the washroom. Ingrid continued to empty herself for a while before Freya came rushing in like a bolt of lightning. She immediately raced to Ingrid and found her.
"Is everything okay?" Freya asked as she opened the tin that contained the medicines and gave her two tablets from it. Ingrid took them and swallowed them immediately before she rose and headed for the taps to gulp it all down with water. She heaved heavy breaths when she was done. Heavy lingering breaths.
"Ingrid… are you okay?"
"Yeah. Yeah…" Ingrid answered as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked around the washroom. "Where is he?"
"He's waiting outside," Freya answered without much enjoyment. "He's scared that he did something that might have harmed you or the baby, so he's waiting outside."
Ingrid huffed and puffed as she started to breathe calmer. "Would you go tell him that I'm okay?"
"Ingrid… what's wrong with you. All you ever think of is him. For crying out loud you were just vomiting a few moments ago."
"It was nothing serious, Freya." She drank another whole gulp from the fetch of water that was in her hands.
"It wasn't nothing? What the hell are these medicines even for?" Freya asked as she studied the tin once again. Ingrid had taken the medicines twice since her fresh admission. She had two tins that she always gave to either Freya or Madison to carry for her, just in case she hadn't carried her own. Freya nor Madison had no clue of what they were for.
"It doesn't matter. I just need them." she turned and faced her. "Come on, go and wait outside. I'll be out in a second."