Last Breathe - chapter 20.
My alarm signalled the start of the day. I switched it off, sighing at the thought of school today. I nudged Taylor and he snorted sleepily while falling off the bed, his arms and legs flying everywhere. I laughed, quite loudly too.
"Not funny." He squealed while standing up and brushing himself off.
"Sorry, didn't mean to push you off the bed." I giggled.
He just sighed, heading downstairs. I sighed happily, getting up of the bed and rubbing my massive stomach. I looked out of the window to see the summer sun beating down brightly. I pulled out some denim shorts and a yellow tank top, it was a little baggy, but as long as I didn't over heat today I wasn't too fussed. I jumped into a quick shower. After washing my body and hair, I hoped out, plugging in my straighteners, leaving them to heat up while I threw on my clothes and towel dried my hair. I pulled the straighteners through my slightly damp hair, and unplugged them, heading for the kitchen. I found Taylor setting down two plates at the table, both had two slices of bacon, two eggs, some beans, and two sausages on. I smiled. He placed down two mugs filled with coffee, and then pulled out a chair for me.
"Why thank you fiancé." I winked, I heard him chuckle, before he took a seat himself. After scoffing our breakfasts down we headed back up stairs. Taylor went to get dressed and I went to do my make-up. I applied my usual every day make-up, one layer of foundation, two layers of blush, a layer of eye-liner and a lick of mascara. I walked into the bathroom, to find a butt naked Taylor.
"Get a move on nudist." I winked.
"Oh haha, very funny." he rolled his eyes, a smirk playing at his lips. He pulled on some baggy three quarter jeans, which were elasticated around the legs and waist. He then slipped on a light blue v-neck t-shirt and his white plimsolls. I smiled.
"Come on then sexy." I winked, he just chuckled. I bid my father goodbye and grabbed my bag slinging it over my shoulder and slipping my feet into my white gladiator sandals. Taylor pulled his keys out of his pocket as I swung the front door shut.
"It's a nice day today, lets walk." I smiled.
"Okay." He agreed, pushing his keys back into his pocket. I tangled my fingers through his and we set off to school.
"Six months." Taylor smiled, I giggled and nodded as he rubbed my stomach. I was excited at the fact in just three months I'd be meeting my son or daughter. Once we arrived at school, I was bombarded with hugs from my friends. There was still the odd few people, who would give me rude looks or whisper to there friends, once they saw my massive stomach. But it didn't bother me. I loved the fact I was pregnant, and I loved my unborn child. Me and Taylor headed inside the school when the shrill ringing of the bell reminded us that we had to get to our form room. I zoned out, thinking about what our child would be like. Would I have a daughter? Or a son? I smiled as I felt the strange fluttery feeling, while the baby kicked around a little inside of me, probably waking up.
"Annie?" Miss Aldwych's voice spoke, snapping me away from my thoughts. I looked up to see the register displayed on the board, my name highlighted.
"Yes miss." I replied when I noticed she was taking the register. A blonde, who I recognised as Ashley, began staring at me, her eyes boring into my face. She tossed her head to the side, lifting her pin-straight, extensions out of her eyes. Her real hair was cut into a short bob, up to the tops of her ears, but of course it was 'too short' and of course blonde wasn't her natural colour, in fact her natural hair was ginger. Her skin was glowing an alarming orange, covered in blotchy fake tan. Not to mention her make-up. It wasn't orange. It was brown. Horribly brown. Her cheeks were a bright pink, clogged with blush. And her eyes were shaded with about 7 pairs of fake eyelashes, clumped with mascara. She was one of the class slags, with her bright pink mini-skirt, her pink 5 inch stilettos and her white blouse, buttoned just below her bra so you could see roughly half of her bright pink lacy lingerie. I returned her glare, she scrunched her nose up and snorted, her eyes trailing to my bump. I just laughed and looked away from her.
