The Teachers Assistant

chapter 9 part 2

So I have been back to the doctor’s place once now so I am on my second fake stomach. That makes me at about ten weeks pregnant. Of course I'm not actually pregnant but hey I'm getting paid a butt load of money for this. Also with me being a teacher who doesn't get paid that much anyways would appreciate the extra money I could get plus, this was actually kind of fun. I mean sure I have to take mystery pills with all kinds of side effects like itchy boobs, constipation one day and diarrhea the next,   boobs that hurt to the lightest touch and sometimes even a breakout of pimples all over my face and let’s not forget the constant nausea followed sometimes with vomiting. I mean I've only actually thrown up twice in school so far but it’s fine.

It was my lunch break now and I was sweating bullets.  I’m guessing it was another side effect but dang was it hot in here. At first I just took off my jacket but then I needed to take off my shoes followed by putting my hair up then leading up to me just lifting my shirt up and fanning myself in the chair with a paper with no name.

 Seniors had a class assembly to attend for the rest of the day. So that left me with two hours to kill alone. I mean I never talked to Drake anymore and Mark set a very strict limit on the number of times we could talk during school. He made it to where we weren't even aloud to kiss in private, talk in the hallway to each other, or text each other at all during school hours. I felt like I was on lockdown but then again it made it to where no one could find out about us if the only time we talked to each other was in a class filled with twenty other students, even then the only thing we talked about was why great Gatsby wasn’t that great of a guy.

 I was sitting in my amazingly comfy chair and had my feet resting on my desk and hands behind my head with my bare belly hanging out. It was the only Way for me to stay cooled down and comfortable. You see with this belly it  wrapped all around my torso leaving me it to where I couldn’t use my lower back, it was like a restraint, it caused me to be very uncomfortable most of the time and also  cause me to have lower back pains. I needed to bring a fan in here for myself, did I mention it was hot.

I was almost asleep when the door flies open. I try to keep my balance and not fall out of my chair because I’m so scared.

"Everett, I need to confess to you something that’s been on my mi-" I hear Drake say.

I try to pull my loose shirt down but it was too late he already saw the small bump that I now had.

"Hey Drake, you know I taught my students about this amazing invention called knocking maybe I should teach you that too." I say, trying to refocus the center of attention but I can’t even imagine what was going through his head right now.

"Everett are you pregnant?” he asks, I can see his face turn pale.

"Nahhh, I just ate a really big lunch." I say rubbing my stomach. I laugh then lift my shirt back up exposing my bare stomach. "Of course I'm pregnant you blind bat. Also don't you know any better than to ask a woman if she's pregnant?  For all you know I could have gained fifteen pounds from eating too much chocolate from when you broke up with me."  I tell him, pulling my shirt back down. It was starting to get cold in here.