The Weight of the World Read Online Free Page B

“Oh, hey, Adam, this
is Dr. Livingstone. He’s the school nurse. Doc, this is Adam.”
    “ School
nurse?” Adam asked as he shook Jason’s hand.
    “ A
long story,” Jason explained.
    “ Uh,
so... Adam. How about you go find what you want to eat or something.
I need to talk to Livingstone about...” she cocked her head and
nodded, as if trying to gesture to her own stomach. Adam nodded. The
tall stranger vanished into the crowd.
    “ Cousin?”
    “ Dead
neighbor's grandkid.”
    “ Huh,”
Jason said.
    “ He’s
been my savior the last week.” Devon sat down next to Jason’s
daughter. She realized that she didn’t know anything about his
family. She was going to be a mother. She knew she had to get over
her dislike of kids fast. “What’s your name?” she asked.
    “ Haley,”
the little girl said. “That’s James and that’s Scotty.” Haley
put her food down and focused her attention on Devon. “I like your
earrings,” she said.
    “ Thank
you,” Devon smiled.
    “ She’s
pretty,” said James, though his R was unpronounced.
    “ So
Dr. Davis told you?” Devon asked.
    Jason
nodded. “She’s worried about you.”
    “ Not
like Frank and I haven’t done this before... granted I can’t
remember it.”
    “ You’re
a teenager first and a goddess second. I think it’s best for The
Pantheon as a whole if you avoid seeing an obstetrician,” Jason
said. “My speciality was pediatrics but I can still help you. It’s
not safe to see someone outside of the circle of trust in case
there’s something abnormal about your pregnancy.”
    “ Abornmal,
as in?”
    “ As
in Pantheon.”
    Devon
took a deep breath. “Well, shit.”
    “ She
said a bad word!” Haley shouted.
    “ Sorry,”
Devon winced.
    “ You
have my email,” Jason said. “We can set up an appointment and
figure out your cover. If you have any questions, email them. Don’t
rely on Google. The internet will scare the life out of you if you
just start Googling symptoms. Okay?”
    Devon
stood up. “Got it. Okay, so I’m going to go before we draw
attention. Bye.”

    Devon
started looking for Adam. She thought that because he was tall and
kind of dreamy that he would be easy to see. There were just so many
people here. Her neck was stretched high to look over the crowd; she
didn’t even notice Evan until she had collided with him. He was the
same height as Devon-- therefore smaller when she wore heals-- and he
nearly fell over when she walked into his back.
    Evan
Fuller was anything but steady on his feet. He was an awkward
teenager who walked with a limp. Devon yelped when she crashed into
him and grabbed his arms to steady herself as she wobbled on her
stilettos.
    “ Devon,”
Evan breathed as he turned around to see who had tried to bowl him
over. This
was why summers in Florida were dangerous for teenage boys. Too many
hot girls with sun-kissed skin, walking around in barely anything. He
recognized her figure, dressed in cut-off short shorts, before he saw
her face. Evan could see a bright red bikini top through her thin white t-shirt
and it took all of his willpower to force his eyes to meet hers. “You
okay?”
    “ Yeah,
yeah I’m fine. Just looking for someone.”
    “ Frank?”
Evan asked, guessing the obvious.
    “ Actually,
no. Haven’t seen him in a week. I’m looking for this guy Adam. My
parents have me carting him around to entertain him.”
    Evan
started to ask about Frank, but he closed his mouth before any poorly
chosen words had a chance to topple out. “How’s your summer?”
he asked.
    “ Suck.
I won't be going to any of Teddy Wexler's parties this summer. I’m
grounded for pretty much ever.”
    “ What
did you do?”
    Devon
snorted, “Got knocked-up.”
    “ Excuse
me?”
    “ You
heard me,” Devon said, looking Evan square in the eyes. He had
nice, kind eyes. She could see real sympathy there. “I’m
pregnant.”
    “ Oh.”
    “ How’s
your summer?”
    “ Well,”
Evan said. “I’m not