The Boy Who Thinks I'm Pregnant

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

   “It’s not a date,” I told Pip for what felt like the hundred millionth time. She had been pestering me about it all day and unfortunately for me, knowing Pip, she was not going to stop. Not until I admit that she’s right – which she isn’t!

   Physical Education just ended and we were currently getting changed out of our sport uniform into our unflattering, plaided school dresses. I was extremely glad that there was only one period of P.E. a week. To be completely honest, sport wasn’t my forte and to make things worse, today’s lesson was absolutely gruelling. Our teacher, Mr. Simmons, insisted that the fifty minute lesson would a constant stream of pain with no fun involved, unless you considered running as if your life depended on it and doing more push-ups than imaginable as ‘fun’. There was no doubt that I would be sore tomorrow.

   Pip, on the other hand, seemed perfectly content with running ten laps around the school oval. It felt like she had to literally drag me the entire time since I was trailing so far behind. At one point during the run, she even offered to piggy-back me but I couldn’t let her despite the fact I really wanted her to. Unfortunately, my weight would crush her and her unborn baby. Thankfully it was all over... for now. Next week’s lesson was something that I wasn’t looking forward to. I would have died out there if Mr. Simmons made us run other lap. My weak and puny arms didn’t help me either when we had to do push-ups. I even struggled doing the ‘girl’ push-up which was embarrassing enough as it is. Perhaps this was a wakeup call that I needed to work out more.

   “I believe you,” Pip grinned smugly. I rolled my eyes at her. From the tone of her voice, it was evident that she didn’t believe me at all. There was nothing that I could say that would make her think otherwise.

   As I looked around the change room I noticed that we were the only ones left inside which wasn’t much of a surprise. We always got sidetracked from talking too much. It was a bad habit of ours.

   “I’m serious, Pip. He just asked me to sit with him at lunch. Sit. With. Him,” I repeated for extra emphasis. “That’s all. Besides, you’re going to be there and so are his friends. Not a date at all,” I explained.

   Pip’s eyes widened and she murmured, “Crap…” I looked at her curiously as she bit her lip. “I don’t know if I should tell you this or not.”

   “Just say it. Either way I’ll find out and you know it.”

   “Okay, fine. Just don’t bash me up when I tell you.” I snorted. There was no way in Hell I’d be able to hurt her, let alone bash her up. She was too strong. “I’m sorry about this but I just remembered that I’m leaving school early today,” Pip mumbled quietly.

   “How early are you talking about?” I asked, annoyed at her news.

   “What’s the time now?” Checking for the time on my phone, I told her that it was ten minutes to one o’clock.

   When I had stormed out of the house yesterday, I was in too much of a rush and wasn’t thinking clearly. Unfortunately for me, I forgot to bring my phone with me and left it on the kitchen table. This morning, Pip’s mum kindly went over to my house before breakfast and was able to retrieve a few of my belongings. She bought back for me my phone, laptop, chargers, some clothes and toiletries for me. I was grateful for this since I wouldn’t have been able to do this myself. Something that I wasn’t expecting was that Margret also gave me a letter than my mum had wrote to me. I had yet to read it and honestly I didn’t know if I even wanted to. There was nothing that Mum could say that would make me forgive her. Margret also told me that I was welcome to stay with Pip for as long as I liked. She was always like a second mother to me.