Preference #18 What do you mean you've lost my baby?

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As we sit down in class, muttering conversations come to a hush as our teacher walks in, silencing all of us. She begins to write onto the white board whilst we all get our notebooks out ready to start the biology lesson. 

"Right!" She yells causing us to jump slightly in our seats, it seems to make her happy, seeing how nervous we can all be. "For the next month we shall be doing an experiment." I could hear some people cheering around me, but I kept quiet knowing there's got to be a catch to it. "But for this experiment you will not be able to chose your partner, they have been predetermined." I could feel my stomach drop to the floor, looking around to see anyone remotely okay to work with for this but with little luck I sigh.

She goes back to her computer and brings a document up, filled with our names as I desperately find mine. Others groan or cheer, having been lucky enough to get to work with their friends or someone they consider half decent, if only I could call myself that fortunate.

'Y/n and Ashton.'

Feeling my entire internal system shut down I wish I could curl up into a ball and not have to bother with this. Ashton, known as not having the best reputation in school, and now he's supposed to do an entire experiment project with which will end up being MY project instead.

He stood up and smirked towards me, walking to my desk before sitting down rather close next to me, making me even more uncomfortable than I initially did. I am going to have to spend an entire month with him through an agonising project, send help.

"Now that you've all found your partners I will explain the task to you. Actually it may just be easier to show you." She opened out one of the draws from her desk and pulled out something that made all of us exchange glances of confusion, a toy baby. "This," She held the toy high for all of us to see, "will be your experiment, all of you will act as parents caring for a new baby. The idea is to educate you in case parenthood comes to you sooner than you may expect." She sent Ashton a particular look at this point and I shrivelled up into my chair. "Your baby will have monitors in it that will check on its level of care, affection, health and general wellbeing, you will treat it as if it were real including stopping it crying, and trust me babies sure can cry." Our teacher laughed to herself as we all sat in silence whilst she started to pass out babies to the new parents.

"So Mrs Irwin," Ashton addressed me and I felt my cheeks heating up and remained silent. "What shall we call it?" He questioned whilst I stayed quiet thinking how agonising this month will be.

The baby in question was placed in front of us and Ashton immediately grabbed a hold of it roughly, not caring for this experiment. "Just, just let me okay?" I spoke up feeling frustrated about it already and it's only just started.

He raised an eyebrow to me and put it back down onto the table, I picked it up and tried to imagine it being real, that in some forbidden paradox me and Ashton would have a child. A nightmare for sure if I ever did have one.

For a while she runs through the rules and requirements for the experiment, how we have to spend a minimum of four hours outside of school together each day to care for the baby then once the designated hours are over we can resume our normal lives; that is until the next day when we have to do it all over again.

"Looks like we're going to spend plenty of time together eh Y/n?" He nudged me and I remained upright, not giving into his jokes or quirks.

"I will only spend as much time with you as I have to, no more than necessary." I turned to face him slightly speaking up, not daring to look him in the eye and then the bell rang.

"Don't forget your children class! They are not active yet so they can live in your bags until you get home." Our teacher dismissed us and I shoved the baby into my bag and walked off to my next lesson, wanting nothing more than to be gone.

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