A month later, Angela was closer to me than ever. She didn't seem so sad anymore now that I knew what was really going on with her. During history, I felt her grasp my hand while Mrs. Philips talked about the Civil War. I glanced over at her and gave her a small smile. I felt the baby kick me, hard. I gave a small gasp as I held my hand over my stomach. Mrs. Philips gave me a concerned look, and stopped for a moment. "Miss Hartman, are you alright?" she asked. I felt my cheeks grow hot as I nodded my head.
"Yeah. Just a swift kick," I replied. She nodded her head and continued on with her lecture. I took notes as I watched her talking, moving her hands about. When the bell rang, Angela helped me get up and we walked to our next class. Sebastian approached us, and I saw Angela tense up out of the corner of my eye.
"Lindsay..." he trailed off and glanced at Angela. I looked over at her, and she looked infuriated. He cleared his throat and his eyes met mine again. "I really need to talk to you." Angela stood in front of me.
"She doesn't want to talk to you," she said, harshly. She grabbed my hand and dragged me away from him, not giving either of us a chance to say anything more. When we were in Mr. Burkwell's room, I jerked my arm away from her.
"What was that all about, Angela?" I asked in a whisper. She shook her head.
"I don't trust him, Lindsay. He is the reason you are in this mess in the first place." I groaned in frustration.
"Angela, you don't understand. Maybe he was coming to talk to me to say that he was sorry. Did you even consider that?" She rolled her eyes and sat down in her assigned seat and I sat down beside her.
"Lindsay, he took you to that party and then after all that crap happened, he didn't even bother to give you a ride home. He doesn't deserve your forgiveness." I furrowed my brow at her.
"Angela, where is this all coming from?" She rested her elbows on the table and put her face in her hands. She looked up at me, ready to burst into tears.
"I'm just worried about you, Lindsay. You're pregnant now...and going to be ready to pop in two months." I nodded my head, knowing she was right. Sebastian's mom had even given me my estimated due date. I was going to give birth in the early weeks of March, and it was only January. I shook my head at her.
"It's okay, Angie. My water isn't going to break, because I talk to Sebastian. That isn't how things work." Angela turned her head slowly to look at me, her eyes wide.
"Oh, NOW you know how being pregnant works! Just seven months ago, you didn't even know what to do. You were scared to go to the doctor, Lindsay!" I had to remain calm, and then...the baby pushed on my bladder. Without saying a word to anyone, I ran for the door and hurried to the bathroom. I had gotten there in the nick of time, otherwise I would've probably wet myself. I came back out of the stall and quickly washed my hands. I dried my hands with some paper towels and threw them away on my way out. I walked by Mrs. Philips' room and she called me inside.
I stepped inside her room and she motioned for me to close the door, which I did. "How are you feeling, Lindsay?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders.
"As good as any other pregnant teenager," I replied. She chuckled.
"I remember my pregnancies pretty well and they weren't fun." I nodded my head slowly. "Anyways I really don't want to keep you, but I am really concerned about your grade in my class. You're barely passing." I clasped my hands in front of me nervously. "Your tests are below average. I mean I'm honestly surprised that you aren't just failing this course all together." I sighed heavily and ran my fingers through my hair. "Lindsay, I can't just give you a passing grade because you're pregnant. That's against the rules. However, if you are willing to put in the time and effort, I think I can help you prepare before our next test." I looked up at her, meeting her hazel eyes, and I nodded my head.
