What's Done is Done

Chapter 11

January 5. Winter break is over. The second semester has begun. I march bravely into the Olds Groves Academy building, preparing myself for the stares and whispers shot at me by my "dear" and "fellow" schoolmates.

I forgot to mention that all the teachers and students and even the principal are very aware that I'm pregnant. It is hard to hide the expanding, emerging belly...

I lost quite a bit of friends. I only have Delilah. I used to be friends with Anna, Abby, Maddie, and Nettie, but they ditched me when they found out that I got pregnant. They didn't want anything to do with a pregnant friend...which is kind of understandable, I suppose.

What's not understandable is that they talked crap about behind my back and even right in front of my face. They called me a whore, a slut, a prostitute (what the fuck?!), hoe, skank among other several hurtful, untrue names. 

At least Delilah's got my back. She is the truest, greatest friend to me. The best friend I could ever ask for.

I head to the office to receive my new schedule (we get four new classes each semester). I look over it. Algebra II, Psychology, Veterinary Science, and Physics. 

I stagger through the crowded hallways and make way to my first period class, which is psych. 

I sit down and wait for the bell to ring.

Something catches my eye - or rather someone. A cute guy is seated in a desk next to me on the right. He has luscious, wavy, dark brown hair, sparkly golden brown eyes, a natural tan skin tone, a dimple on his lower left cheek, and has a perfect body build; he seems to be average height and average weight along with big muscles and maybe a 6-pack.

He makes my hormones go out of control.

He is so, so, so cute!

He must be new because I never recognized him before, and this school is tiny and I can name everyone from ninth to twelfth grade.

I notice that he's staring at me. Well, more like my belly. I know what's going through his mind. A  possible thought he has is What a whore, she got herself pregnant in her junior year, just wow...

I sigh and look down at my belly. I whisper to the twins, "You're such an embarrassment." But I know it's not their fault. After all, I created them, it's not like they just appeared magically out of nowhere.

My train of thoughts are interrupted by the 8:15 bell, and school has officially begun.

The teacher introduces herself, she goes over the course syllabus, and she gives us a project which is simply to create something that teaches you about the human mind. It could be a test or experiment or presentation, whatever. It is due in two weeks.

The teacher decides to pair up the entire class two by two.

Guess who's my partner? The cute guy.

"What's your name?" I ask as we sit down at the table at the back of the classroom.

"Brandon Waterson," He replies, shooting me the greatest smile ever. "What's your name?"

"Allison Barry," I say, smiling. "So are you new here?"

"Yeah. I moved here from Nashville, Tennessee the day after Christmas."

"Oh. Wow. Nashville is a bit far away. Why did you move here?"

"My dad changed jobs. He got transferred to a new law firm."

"Ohh. That's understandable. Well, it's nice to meet you!"

"It's nice to meet you, too. Um, can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah, sure, anything." I figure I already know what question he's going to ask.

"Are you, um, pregnant?" He looks uncomfortable.

I nod my head and smile softly as I pat my belly. "Yes. Nineteen weeks. I'm having twins, one boy and one girl."

To my surprise, Brandon lights up like a Christmas tree; his eyes gleaming, his face glowing, and his lips curled into a gigantic smile. "Wow. You're a young expectant mother, huh?"

"Yep," I say, happy that he's so friendly about it. "I screwed up almost five months ago and here I am, expecting twins."

"I'm sorry. That sucks. You'll have to become an adult a couple years earlier. But I can tell you'd be a great mom."

I smile. "Thanks, Brandon. That's so sweet of you to say that."

"No problem," He smiles.

The teacher frowns at us and he admonishes, "Stop your chitchatting and brainstorm for your project!"

We quietly apologize and then get started on brainstorming our project. We come up with a good idea. 

When the bell rings at 9:15, we stand up and grab our belongings.

"Hey, do you want me to show you around town after school?" I offer.

"Sure, I'd love that!" He agrees, grinning.

"Okay, meet me outside the school building at 3:20, 'kay?"

"Sounds great to me."

"Okay, bye, Brandon."

"Bye, Allison."

We part away from each other and walk off to our next classes. I sigh dreamily, quickly falling in love with him...