The Baby Project

Chapter 2

Here's chapter 2 guys! Hope you enjoy!

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For most teenagers, high school is the highlight of their childhood. As long as you’re not smart, ugly, or socially awkward, then you automatically have a free pass through. Unfortunately for me, I'm all of those things. If Tori and Megan listened to practically everyone else in the school, they would be five times more popular than they are now, and I would be five levels lower on the social ladder.

Like every other American high school, there’s a popular crowd. They’re just the jocks and the cheerleaders; all with IQ’s lower than the turkey sandwich I have packed in my bag for lunch. Bethany was obviously a part of the group, but I wouldn’t be surprised if no one actually liked her. She has the power to turn the most popular jock into an outcast. That’s pretty much what she did to Alex, and even though I refuse to talk to him because of what he did, sometimes I feel sorry for the guy.

“Meg’s, what are ya doing tonight?” Tori stared at her phone, not bothering to glance up.

“I’m helping dad unload the trailer, why?”

“Dad’s going out so he wants me to look after Jacob.”

“Why can’t Bethany do it?” One thing I may have failed to mention, is that Bethany and Tori are sisters. Well, technically step-sisters, but that doesn’t make it any better. Tori’s dad died when she was seven, and a few years later, her mother married Bethany’s dad. Although they live together, they hardly see each other, getting separate rides to school and hanging out in different social groups. Jacob is Tori’s half-brother, and Bethany’s full one, but sometimes it seems like it’s the other way around. I have never seen Bethany babysit him, let alone spend some quality time together.

“I don’t know, why don’t you go ask her?” Meg sighed and pulled out her book. This was supposed to be maths class, but to Meg the only things that mattered were art and english. This morning I made it safely to my locker without being terrorised, which was a relief. I don’t exactly get bullied, but I don’t exactly get treated like the queen either.

In the past, I have been slammed against walls, had my locker filled with various things such as stink bombs, rubbish, and once, someone’s smelly gym bag. I have been slushied more times than the cast of Glee, and have spent a fortune replacing my books that get shredded and/or soaked. I used to stand up for myself, but it never got anywhere. Meg and Tori used to the same, but I told them to stop when they started getting laughed at for sticking up for me. They still help me, washing my hair free of slushy, helping me clean out my locker, and tending to the bruises I occasionally get from the jocks.

I was broken out of my daydreaming when the teacher walked in. Mr Price isn’t exactly your normal teacher. He’s young, 25 at the most. He tells us he’s freshly out of college, but it doesn’t take a genius to work out that he’s been teaching for a while. Teaching math and history, he is by far my favourite teacher. He is also incredibly good looking, with dark hair that sits messily on his perfect head and bright blue eyes that make any girl swoon. Most of the cheerleaders try to seduce him, but he pays no attention, that’s another thing I love about him.

“Can you turn to page 69 in your maths book?” The sniggers rang through the classroom, earning a disapproving look from the teacher. After a good 10 minutes of trying to get the class to calm down, Mr Price finally began the lesson. I completed all my work in half the allocated time, then looked at the teacher expectantly. His grey eyes shone with amusement before handing me a worksheet.

When the lesson was over, I returned my textbook and several completed worksheets to the teacher. Most of the other students had already left the classroom, eager to go meet their friends for lunch. I was making my way out the door when Mr Price stopped me,