I shuffled through the halls with my head held high.
I’m not pregnant
I’m not pregnant
I’m not pregnant.
You know, cuz, well…I just wasn’t.
A hand grasped my arm, strong and relentless, “I called you all weekend.”
I just wanted to be left alone, seriously. After nearly two months of ignoring Bobby and dodging Sarah’s house I was content to reside alone in my small shanty of a room and hum as I horribly failed at my physics homework. But Bobby never gave up, never….ever.
“But you didn’t call last week, or the week before that or—“
His massive hand pressed against my mouth and he sighed as he looked at me with desperation I’d never seen in his eyes, “I love you.”
“You what?”
What as in, “come again?”
And
“when did this happen?”
“Huh?”
You’d think the dumbass would realize that whatever I was saying was muffled by his hand, but no. He had the AUDACITY to be CONFUSED.
“Oh, sorry.” He removed his hand and looked around the hall cautiously. Class had just let out and the halls had begun to fill in with professors, slackers, nerds, freshmans and the occasional people that wanted to blend into the college scene so badly.
“I can’t believe this.” I whispered at the scarred linoleum floor rather than him.
I sketched the black skid marks with my eyes, colored in the once white tiles and drew the squares that were the tiles.
He loves me?
Don’t think for one second I believed any of that mess. I wasn’t filled with realization and epiphanies, I was filled with something like soup boiling over the rim of the silver pot. I didn’t believe him at all.
“I should have told you.”
“No, you should have kept that bullshit to yourself.”
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, the ever persistant Bobby. I wish his friend had been as much. Thankfully he turned out to be a jerk sooner than I thought.
I turned on the balls of my feet and headed in the opposite direction of where I had intended to go, the bookstore.
“Jesus Amirah, I love you.”
God, now there’s this psycho guy following me around!
I kept straight, dodged a couple of students and then
Bam!
“The fuck?”
Ow.
My hand instinctively went for my belly, while my other went for my head as I stared up at the person, “Sarah?”
“God I’m sorry Amy, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Oh joy.
“No, no you’re cool.” I attempted to smile and let my hand fall from my belly as quickly as I could, I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.
I mean…because I wasn’t pregnant you know?
“Where you been Amy? I’ve been going fucking insane without my bestfriend!”
Bobby stepped beside her and took in the conversation with blank eyes and nervous hands. I ignored him as best as I could and spoke in Sarah’s direction, “I took on some more hours at work. I’ve been a little busy you know?”
Yeah…
Busy throwing up.
Faking periods.
Running away from the smell of freshly chopped onions.
I had a job, but extra hours?
Nope, I hadn’t taken extra hours, if I didn’t need the money so bad that job could’ve went straight to hell and I wouldn’t have cared.
“Mama wants you at her birthday dinner next Saturday. Can you come?”
Oh fuck.
No, I hadn’t forgotten about the woman, you know since I had banged her husband three times in one night. Although I had tried…
And failed miserably.
“I don’t know, I might be a little busy you know.”
Sarah stared at me with imploring eyes and quivering lips, “But she loves you, if she shows up she’s going to think something’s wrong,” at that she turned to the side and smiled, “hey Bobby, you can come too.”
No, he can’t come! I’m not even coming.
Fuck she thinking inviting him anywhere!
“Sooooo, yea or nay?”
Oh God…what’s that.
Something bubbling in my stomach..
Climbing my throat like a bitch trying to escape..
Oh no
Oh no
I press my hand against my mouth and swallow hard, it goes back down, acrid and bitter contents scorching my throat.
“I’m o---“
I wish the vomit would have waited until I’d finished saying what I had to say.
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A/N: So is or isn't she pregnant? Hmmmmmmmmm.
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