42 Chapter forty-two: What do you mean by P?

"Girls, I'm fresh again."

"Argh! Goodness!" I bite my bottom lip hard when I heard Gavin's voice. 

I scratched my forehead as I gritted my teeth while Belle was really trying to control her laugh.

"I think I need to go, it's getting late." I stand up and get my bag from the chair.

"Huh? But what about me?"

"Gavin, I'm 'P' i need to go home early, you know?"

"Hmm? You're 'P'? Are you sure? You're not even consulting an OB-Gyne, how did you know?"

I was left open-mouthed. I gritted my teeth and turned to Belle.

"Belle, I swear if this ugly gay here, won't stop talking nonsense, I'll forget that his my bestfriend and I will kill him!" I balled my fists.

"Oh my God! You called me ugly?" he asked faking his horrified look which just added to my irritation. He really made it a big deal of me calling him ugly than be threatened that I will forget him as my bestfriend and kill him.