My Teacher got Me Pregnant... Damn!!

Tris POV.

"Tris! Wake up! You'll be late!!" My mom calls up at me.

Damn it!! I was dreaming about Channing Tatum, not cool mom, not cool.

I pick up my phone, looking at the time. It read 7:39. School starts at 8:00. I quickly get out of bed, not bothering to make it. My phone beeps, signaling I have a text. I grab my phone and read it.

' I'll be there in 10 mins. Be ready!! ~Tori ' The text reads. Shit! I have 10 minutes to get ready.

I run over to my closet, pulling out the first things that catch my eye, high waisted light wash denim shorts and a pink one shoulder crop top. I slip on my Victorias Secret pink lace bra and matching thong, then put on my clothes. I put on my gold sandles and 2 gold braclets on each wrist, also 2 pink braclets on each wrist. I put my hair into a quick fishtail braid and do my make up simple, mascara and a thin line of eyeliner.

Once I'm done I walk over to my mirror and stare at my reflection. I'm about 5'6 and weigh about 110 pounds. I don't like anything about myself. I have dark brown hair that goes to my mid back and brown eyes. I just feel plain. My eyes travel down to my wrists, pulling up my braclets. I have scars on both wrists, from when I cut myself. No one knows about it accept for Tori. The last time I cut was last week, when my brother called me ugly, and I believe it…

I'm pulled out of my thoughts by a car horn. Tori must be here. I grab my phone, slipping it into my back pocket, and grab my bag, slinging it over one shoulder. I run down the stairs, kissing my mom on the cheek and flipping my brother off, I'm allowed to, I just turned 18 so no one can tell me I can't.

I head out the front door and to Tori's waiting car. I have one of my own but we like to carpool.

"Hola!!" I say, getting into the passenger seat.

She smiles at me saying, "Hey girl, whats up?" What a stupid question, its a Monday, of course nothing is happening yet. I just reply with a 'nothing' and stare at the road ahead.

When we get to school it's 15 minutes before the classes. No body would be in homeroom right now so I'll go there for some peace and quiet.

As I walk into homeroom, my predictions were right, not even the teacher is here yet. I walk to my usual seat in the back. Right when I sit down, I hear someone walk in.

I look up to find a man no older than 22. He has shaggy brown hair, is over 6 feet, and has good sized muscles. He looks around the room, his eyes meeting mine, me getting lost in them. I don't even realise he has walked over to me and is wearing a smirk on his face, probably catching me staring. I can feel my cheeks heating up and I look down in embarrassment. I feel fingers under my chin, tilting my head up to meet the same eyes I got lost in only seconds ago.

"Hi, I'm Brody, but in class call me Mr. Andrews." He speaks in a low, husky voice, causing me to shiver. "What's your name?"

"T-Tris." I stutter. Damn, I never stutter.

He chuckles, obviously noticing. The bell rings, and students start piling in the classroom. Brody walks to the front of the class, not giving another look in my direction.

"Hello class, I'm your new homeroom and math teacher. My name is Mr. Andrews." He looks at me for a second and then turns away. "I think it would be fair to let you learn more about me so, ask any questions you like, I'll answer them. Also say your name."

Kenzie Hilton, one of my good friends raises her hand. "Hi, I'm Kenzie Hilton. How old are you?"

Brody answers, looking at me. "I'm 22." I was right. People keep asking questions, but one catches my attention.

"I'm Chelsea Matthews," she's the school slut, "are you single?" That catches Brody off guard and he takes a couple seconds to answer.

He looks right into my eyes as he says, "Yes, I am single." Why do I feel relief when he says that?

After class, Brody calls me to his desk, waiting for everyone to leave before he starts talking.

"You wanted to see me Br- Mr. Andrews?" I ask, uncertain what to call him.

"Yes I did, Tris. And please call me Brody outside of class." He says, still not looking at me. "I just wanted to ask if… um… actually maybe I shouldn't."

That's weird. Maybe I shouldn't ask him about it, but I really want to know. "What were you going to say? No question is a dumb one." I say, slightly smiling.

"Yea." He starts, still sounding hesitant. "Would you like to um… go on a date? With me?"

Wow, that escalated quickly…

I stand there, not knowing what to say… My super hot, smart teacher just asked me out. He chuckles lightly. Only then do I realise I said that out loud.

"So now I'm hot and smart? Good combo." Brody says, smirking. He winks at me and I just know I have to say yes.

"I said super hot." Shit, I didn't mean to say that. I can feel the heat creeping up my neck and I bow my head so he can't see. Once again I feel fingers under my chin, and then I'm looking right into Brody's eyes.

"Even better." He says and before I can stop him, his lips are on mine. I stand like a statue for a few seconds before I kiss back. Yes, I'm kissing my teacher, and I like it.

"Yes. I'll go out with you." I say as I pull away from his soft lips.

He smiles and pulls me into a warm hug. I feel so safe in his arms, like nothing can hurt me, not even myself… He kisses the top of my head and says, "I'll write you a slip, saying you were with me."