Unexpected

Chapter 26

It's been a few weeks since Jason pushed himself onto me. Thankfully, the next day I was having pains when I went to the bathroom, so I went to the ER only to find out I had a UTI. I also found out it's common in pregnant women, since the baby does somersaults on the bladder. I was so afraid after Jason attacked me, that I thought the worst and freaked out thinking something was wrong with the baby due to the blood in the toilet. But that too, was part of the UTI.

Needless to say, since then, Xavier, once again, has not left my side. This is time, it doesn't only pertain to school, but also at home, and in the night. Yes, I have been sleeping in his bed every night. Surprisingly, with the compromising position we sleep in, I feel safe and calm in his arms. He doesn't try anything on me or make me feel this is anything sexual. I think he understands what I've been through, which is why he makes sure I am comfortable.

I am now at a point where I am showing more, so I have been trying to wear baggier clothes. My predominately round belly could also be the reason why Xavier hasn't touched me in any other way but platonic. I've been reading a lot of those expecting books, and they all say I'm supposed to be at a point where I'm most beautiful and 'glowing'. Looking in the mirror in the girls' bathroom, I am not seeing anything glowing about me. With my baggy clothes, it just looks like I have gained weight, but am not actually pregnant looking. It suits me though, since I have always been sickly thin due to the lack of food all these years.

I hear the bathroom door open, and I quickly pull my sweatshirt down, just before Francesca and Jessica walk around the corner. They both stop mid laugh and glare dirty looks at me. "Well well. If it isn't X's new favorite whore." Jessica comes up behind me, narrowing her eyes at me through the mirror. "What does he even see in you. Your hair always looks dirty, you have hideous clothes, and you're even starting to get fat." She said that last part flicking my sweatshirt up a bit. I noticed my bump in the mirror, but I am pretty sure her eyes were fixated on my face the whole time she was talking.

After adjusting my sweatshirt, I tried pushing past Francesca, who was blocking the bathroom door, but she stopped me by putting both hands on either sides of my shoulders and shoving me backwards where Jessica caught me. She wrapped her arms around my upper body, hindering me from getting out of her grip. Francesca laughs at me and marches right up to me, slapping me so hard, I saw blood fly off me from somewhere landing on the floor. Jessica then tossed me to the floor and knocking my feet to get me to look at her.

"I don't know what you're doing to keep him up your ass all the time, but it better stop real fast. You are nothing Freak! You will always be nothing! So do all of us a favor and die already." Both girls jerked their heads back bellowing out a hard laughter as they walked arm in arm out of the bathroom, leaving me crumpled up on the floor. The tears kept falling now that I was alone again. I will always be along in these types of situations. I can't tell May of what happened, because for some reason, my bestie has decided to be Xavier's reporter on me and tells him everything that goes on with me. I definitely can't tell Xavier, or else he will cause a scene, again.

I pulled myself up off the ground and proceeded to clean my face up from the blood I now saw was smeared from the cut on my lip up the side of my cheek. Once I was cleaned up, I grabbed a cold wet paper towel to hold onto my lip in hopes of taking down the swelling before I have to see Xavier after school. We are supposed to be going to another check up appointment for the baby and the last thing I want is to play 20 questions on what happened to my face. I made it back to my classroom with about 10 minutes left before the end of school.

I walked with Xavier through the hallways with my head down, using my hair as a curtain, hoping he wouldn't pay me any attention, until we made it outside to his car. Pulling out of the parking lot, I was thankful he decided to plug in his phone to one of his play lists, which meant he wasn't in a talkative mood. Me neither. We pulled up to the OB's office, but Xavier made no move to get out of the car. He was glued to his phone, with a frustrated look etched into his face. He told me he would be in a minute, so I started in without him.