Trials (Rock Bottom) Read Free

else could involve shocking news between Jeremy and a woman?
    Unless she’s pregnant.
    UGH! Happy birthday…row, row, row your boat…
    I squeeze my arms around my stomach. Why do I do this to myself?
    I hear my door squeak open and Scott pokes his head in. He sighs, aggravated. “Dylan, we’re going to be late. Get up. This is an important day.”
    I look over at him, and see him trying to give me an annoyed look. After only a few seconds, however, his eyes soften and he smiles at me. He shakes his head and shuts the door, walking down the hallway.
    I sigh. I know it’s an important day so I have to get up. But, I’m not sure how much longer I can go on hearing about him. I definitely don’t know how I’ll react if either one of my fears are proven true- that he’s marrying someone or she’s pregnant. The only thing holding me together is the fact that as of right now, it is just a theory I’ve dreamed up.
    I f it was any other school day (and I mean any other day) I would stay in bed and roll up in my covers, especially since this is a Thursday and I somehow managed to not have any classes on Friday. It would have given me a nice, long weekend and kept me away from the news.
    But today is an extremely important day for me to be in school. Today is the day that I discover the destiny of my third and final year at Harvard. Today I would find out if I got one of the coveted internships at the Suffolk County District Attorney’s office.
    I inhale and exhale slowly as I throw the covers off of me, letting the cold air hit my skin , instantly making me feel more awake. I am a nervous wreck about this internship, on top of everything else I have to deal with. This is my dream; what I’ve always wanted to do. This is what I broke up with Jeremy for in the first place, to ensure I could concentrate in school enough to be worthy of this internship.
    I finally stand up from the bed and begin to take off my pajamas. I pick out a reasonably professional outfit from my closet. I don’t spend too much time getting dressed, which I think Scott appreciates, as he gives me a relieved glance when I walk into the kitchen. He hands me a big cup of coffee with a lid on it. I sip it excitedly. He’s made it just the way I like.
    Without saying anything to each other, we collect our things and head out of the door. With shaky hands, I turn to lock the door to our house. I to take a few breaths before I can actually get the key in the lock.
    Scott puts his hand on the small of my back as we head down the stairs to his car. “You’ll be fine, baby. You know you’re number one in the class. They have to take you.”
    I look at him as I climb into the passenger seat, giving him a nervous smile before he shuts the door. He’s right of course. I am number one in the class and I should get the pick of any internship I want. But, for some reason I feel uneasy about it. My stomach has been in knots every time I’ve thought about the internship for at least the past week. I decide I’m going to chalk it up to the other stressors that have occurred the past few days. Considering everything that’s been going on, having to endure hearing his name over and over every day, it’s no wonder I’m a mess. Right?
    Scott pulls away fro m the curb outside of our house and drives recklessly down Massachusetts Avenue towards Harvard.

Chapter 2- The Internship
     
    Tap, tap, tap, tap…
    I feel a strong hand clamp down on my fist, stopping the constant tapping of my pencil. I looked over at Scott apologetically while the professor continues to drone on. I feel like we’ve been here for ten hours.
    “ Relax,” Scott mouths.
    I take a deep breath, thankful when I finally hear the professor ending class and allowing us to go. “Ms. Ackhart,” he says, making me snap my head up towards the well-dressed teacher. “A word, please.”
    Scott squeezes my hand one more time in support. I smile nervously and watch him walk down the stairs and out of