INSTA-Daddy

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I can't really focus well in class. My mind's still super fuzzy. The image of that stupid Pregnancy Test result keeps on popping up in my mind. I can barely hear what Miss Kelly was saying. Although I am quite certain she's teaching something about the French Revolution.

The class burst out of laughter.  I had no idea why they were laughing though. I glimpsed over to Liz and she had just moved on from chuckling with whatever it was that was funny.

"Alright class.. It seems we are done for today but before I go. I want you to submit a written report regarding the French Revolt that we had discussed. What are your thoughts etc etc." Miss Kelly told us.

"Uhh Miss Kelly," Betty, someone from my class asked, "Are we gonna like do a summary of that?"

Miss Kelly shrugged. "It's up to you. Do more research as well.. What I mainly want from your written report are your opinions. Your own ideas on the whole French Revolt thingy."

Everyone, including me, moaned... Miss Kelly giggled. "You can do that guys. No need to worry. Well. Let's call it a day. Bye bye for now."

Before Miss Kelly got a hold of the door knob, I called her out. She looked back at me with a question mark expression. I tried to stand up, didn't expect to lose balance and almost stumbled. Which I did, by the way. Good thing I got the hold of Charlie's chair beside me.

I'm feeling a bit nauseous. I want to vomit. 

"Cortez!!" Miss Kelly yelled and rushed towards me. "Are you alright??" She asked. I nodded.

"Yes. I, ugh, just got dizzy."

"Would you want me to accompany you to the clinic?" She asked again.

Shit. No.

"No Miss Kelly. I.. I'm fine. Just got dizzy." I tried to draw a smile. A doubtful one, that is.

"Okay then. Well what is it?"

Ugh. "I forgot." It was the truth. I really did forgot. Stupid dizziness.

Liz was behind me. She helped me back to my seat. Miss Kelly raised an eyebrow and smiled wryly. She glared at me for a while. I don't know if it was just me or I definitely saw her eyeballs roll downward. Was she looking at my stomach? Gosh. I hope not!!

She proceeded with a nod and went back walking towards the door and left the classroom.

"Are you sure you're okay Gabby?" Henz, the guy behind me leaned forward. I answered with a nod followed with a cheerful thumbs-up.

I looked at Liz and she was shaking her head. I puffed my cheeks while slowly bowing my head.

Basically, I spent the entire afternoon sitted on my chair. I was afraid I might get dizzy and fall down. If that happens, they might take me to the clinic. When they do, they might find out my secret. Oh no.

When class was finally over, Liz and I walked to the spot where we parked our bikes. Our house wasn't that far from Brentwood High so we just use our bikes.

All Liz did was nag and nag about me getting pregnant. I didn't argue back though. She did have a point.

"I'm just saying.. If anybody finds out about this, it'll be riot! I'm telling you. Especially if..." she stopped pedaling, leered forward, looked from side to side, and then back to me. "Jennifer finds out about this," she whispered.

I shivered at the mention of Jennifer's name. Jennifer Morrison. The school's number one bitch. Yeah, well for me that is.

Brunnete, doe-eyed girl who thinks she can get away with anything. The Miss Popular who likes to put other people down just to make herself feel good. If she ever finds out about my pregnancy, it's a 100% sure she'll tell this to everyone. Plus the mere fact that she hates me so much might add up to that 100 % probability. Well, I hate her too. After all, she did stole my boyfriend. Let me correct myself. She did stole my ex-boyfriend.