Ok, I thought to myself, This isn’t as bad as it can be. I just need to keep quiet about me being the father. As long as that never gets out, I’m all good.

Like anything ever good happens with me.

I waited at my locker for my other soccer buddies to walk to the locker room to change for practice. They soon came up to me and the first thing they said was, “Did you hear about Lorraine getting knocked up?”
“Hell yes,” I tried sounding interested, “Do you guys know who the father is? I don’t know yet and I was wondering.” Lies, I know. But it wasn’t like Lorraine wasn’t lying on a bed of lies.
My two friends looked at each other then looked back at me with questioning expressions, “What the hell are you smoking Andy?”
“What?!”
“Uhm, we both did the math…which wasn’t hard, considering you’ve been her only sort of relationship…and you are the only father possibility.” I stared at them, slackjawed, at their betrayel. “Don’t worry, we won’t tell Coach.”
“Tell Coach what?”

...Damn.