Lifesaver (A Zarry fanfic)

27. Almost Broken

27

Jessie's POV

"Jessie!" Brody called from across the room as I walked in. Zayn kissed my shoulder and waved at the teacher, leaving the classroom. I made my way over to Brody when Payton stopped me, pulling me into the corner of the classroom.

"What's going on with you?"

"What do you mean? I've never been better."

"You've just been around Zayn a lot. Is he forcing you into doing anything?"

"No wha-"

"Has he hurt you?"

"Payton!" I shoved her, the whole class looking to us. "He never would, so never ask me that again."

"Well somethings up! I know it is!" I gave her a glare before turning my back to her. Brody greeted me with a smile and a hug, rubbing my back.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"So uh, we saw the news this morning." Cynthia spoke, looking to a large pile of paper. "I brought you this." She slid it towards me. Sure enough, a subheading was 'Wayne sister, impregnanted by abuser'. "Is it true?"

"No. A-At least not the last part." I sighed, rubbing my forehead with my palms in annoyance. "I can't believe she actually did that." I muttered.

"Wait, you're-"

"Shh Brody! I don't want Payton hearing yet."

"So you are a baby holder? But not with that abuser guy?" Brody whispered. I nodded after, looking to my hands. "It's Zayn's, isn't it?"

"Yeah.." I shrugged, hugging my waist.

"No wonder." Cynthia giggled.

"You mean it shows?!" I almost panicked.

"No, no! It's just you two have been really close lately. A little too close." Her and Brody laughed, making me blush.

"Whatever, what are we doing?"

"Geometry." I nodded and took out my notebook. "How long are you?" Cynthia held my hand.

"Only two months." I replied casually, grabbing a textbook from across the table. "We're calling him Pudding until Zayn and I find a name." I giggled, scanning through the pages.

"So it's a boy.." Cynthia smirked.

"Name him Brody." Of course he butt in, laughing to himself.

"You guys think this is all fun and giggles when really, it's lovely and a wonderful gift. Zayn and I love each other, there's no seperating us." I started doing my work.

"Unless there's a bullet involved." Brody muttered, but I overheard it.

"Brody!" Cynthia scolded him. "He didn't mean it."

"Yeah." Was all I could day. I choked on the thought, my insides suddenly churning. "Oh my god.." I rushed towards the bathroom, hurling out my insides. Someone gladly held my hair, rubbing my back. I spit a little before finally standing up.

"Let's wash you up." Missy helped me over to the sink. I looked at her, unsure, but decided, why not? I rinsed my mouth and washed my face, turning to her.

"Thank you Missy."

"I was just in here doing makeup. Least I could do was help." She shrugged. "Was that-"

"No. It was just a disgusting image I cannot over look that made me... do that." I rubbed my belly, looking in the mirror. "Did you know Veronica?" Missy's eyes widened at the name.