The Baby Project

Chapter 4

Sorry its been so long, i wanted to make sure it was good :L this chapters pretty long

Alicia x

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The air was cold on my shoulders as I walked through the halls, girls and boys laughing behind my back. I had opted to remove the jumper, and it was now stuffed unforgivingly into my bag, waiting to be returned home so I could rip it into a million pieces. Or burn it. Or tear it thread by thread until it was just a pile of cotton on the floor.

I walked slowly into my history class, and immediately felt Mr Price’s eyes on me. Visions of my last few encounters with him filled my mind and I shuddered, pulling my hands tighter across my chest.

Sitting in my usual seat, I realised there were only a few students in the class. Slowly but surely, it began filling with my peers, filling all the desks in the room, except for the seats surrounding me.

Mr Price began the lesson, and a couple of minutes later, the door opened. Ignoring whoever came into the class, I returned my attention to the board, where the teacher was in the middle of talking about Julius Caesar.

It was then that a shadow passed over my desk, and instinctively, I looked up. Liam’s bright eyes stared into my own, and I swallowed hard.

“You gonna move so I can get past?” His voice was harsh and strong, and I quickly pushed my chair back to give him room. Unfortunately, my chair didn’t like the idea of being moved, and had somehow attached itself to my bag. I bent down and fumbled with the strap, trying to unjam it from my chair. “Oh for god’s sake.” Liam cursed and roughly pulled my chair back, making me fall off and land with a thump on the ground.

I expected him to be glaring at me, mumbling curses about how much of a klutz I was. But he wasn’t. His eyes, no longer bright and bold, were dark. In followed his stare, until I realised what he was staring at. My chest. My singlet, which had been pulled to the side, was now exposing half of my dark red bra.

I quickly pulled my top back up; once again wishing I had something to cover myself up, before moving into a sitting position and standing up. It was then that I realised that all the people in the room were staring at me, including Mr Price.

I flushed angrily, ignoring the girls eyeing me distastefully from the other side of the class. One of the bimbo’s, a cheerleader called Sophie, spoke up. “Her clothes are so boring.”

“Last time I checked, one thin strip of fabric that barely covers your ass doesn’t count as skirt, and the tank top that doesn’t told down anything it supposed to, doesn’t count as clothing.” She simply glared. I turned back to Liam, who had seated himself down a couple of seats away from me, watching our conversation with amusement.

“Least I’m not a lesbian.” Ouch.

“Least I’m not a slut.” It was then that I realised that I probably should have denied her previous comment about me being a lesbian.

“Least I can get any guy I want.”

“Least I can get an SAT score higher than 300.” I heard Liam chuckle next to me, earning a glare from the teacher.