Forgotten (AU) (completed but unedited)

[43] Management

I was far from ready for this. My disguised mother soon realizes why I wasn't talking.

"Talk to me." She mouths. I block out everyone's familiar faces. "I was planning on asking if you guys had ever been bullied or are currently being bullied, but I now realize that if i was sitting down I wouldn't raise my hand." 

They smile, and laugh lightly. "I'm not here to tell you my sob story or anything. I'm just here to help you through yours. That's my only goal." I start and Demi smiles.

"If you want to know the truth," I dare to look back at the students. I freeze again. It wasn't a good idea.

Until Shawn walks through the door. I feel a burst of confidence. "I genuinely don't give a  s- don't care" I correct myself and Shawn smiles, laughing quietly. 

"About the sales, or awards. I mean, I'd love a grammy, I'm sure that's every artists goal. But I really just want to help someone through one of those nights where you're up at 2 in the morning thinking even though the next day you have a test."

"I remember, one day at school, I wrote 'One day, I'll amaze you all'  in a bathroom stall. I never actually believed in myself when I wrote that." I admit. 

. . .

"That was amazing." Shawn smiles kissing me cheek. "Thank you, I was so nervous." I admit.

"We have to go to a meeting." He groans taking his hood off. "What if they figured out we're really a couple?" I ask and he laughs.

"They won't, plus there's not much they can do about it."

We get to the tall building. It was intimidating. When walking in, you never knew if you'd walk out with a smile or a frown. That's what I hated about it.

*Demi's POV*

"Wilmer." I whisper. He looks up at me. His beautiful eyes were usually cheerful but now all I could see was stress.

"Are you gonna leave?" I mumble and he stands up. I look down nervously. He grabs my cheeks and makes me look up. He smiles and shakes his head, then kisses me.

"How am I gonna tell the kids." I ask when he pulls me into a hug. He shrugs. "Just tell them the truth. Don't sugar coat it, I guess." 

"Hey kids, you know that Wilmer guy? We fucked, and now I'm pregnant!" I smile. He laughs and we sit down.

"Just tell them you're pregnant. Don't tell them-" He trails off and I laugh. "That you fucked me?" I ask and he laughs.

"Yeah, well let them imply that just don't be like-" He trails off again. "Guess who fucked me a couple weeks ago?" 

He laughs again. "Yeah, and stop cutting me off." 

"Okay, okay. Sorry." I giggle. "I love you." He whispers. "I love you." I say.

. . . 

"Guys, come downstairs." I yell. They all slowly make their way downstairs and sit down. "I have to tell you guys something I say playing with my hands.

I was a nervous wreck. Far from prepared to tell them. "I'm pregnant." I say quickly. All their mouths drop. "My mom did the doo." Paitynn shouts and everyone laughs. "Oh, dear." She mumbles.

"Wilmer's the dad?" Brook asks and I nod. "Tell Wilmer I told him to work on his pull out game." Paitynn says and I blush when everyone laughs.

"Are you-" Dylan pauses then smiles. "Positive?" He says. We all laugh. "You guys are dumb." I laugh.

*Paitynn's POV*