Expecting The Unexpected

Explanation

Chapter 27

After two lessons of being hugged by almost everyone in the school, the bell signalling the end of school finally rung out; packing up my things, I headed out as quickly as possible. I think if I heard one more squeal from somebody telling me that I’m carrying our schools version of Jesus, I might breakdown and blame in all on Thomas Gooding’s, if he hadn’t had that party, none of this would be happening.

But I don’t regret it though, I have to admit that I won’t ever look down at my baby and say that I regret her/him; because that will never be true. Yeah, sure, I didn’t plan to get pregnant in the first place, but it’s probably one of the greatest mistakes that I have ever made in my whole life. I had to go to my locker to pick out my things when I felt two strong arms snake their way around my waist to hold me from behind.

“Guess who…” I heard from behind me as the stranger lifted their hands up to my eyes so I was practically blind.

“The cookie monster?” I replied.

“Nope,”

“Ken from Barbie?” I gasped and smiled. I lifted his hands from off my eyes to turn to face him, my smile grew even bigger.

“Really? I look nothing like that plastic doll!” Max exclaimed.

“Tough,”

“How so?” he asked me back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well it goes first the worst, second the best… I chose my best answer as my second guess I gave,” I confirmed.

“So if I’m Ken, that makes you Barbie,” he concluded.

“No,”

“But what about those films that you always rattled on about? You know, when you told me that when you were younger that you watched all the Barbie DVD’s and that you owned them all?” he replied.

“Oh my god, you remembered!” I embraced him in a big hug; I had told him that a long time ago when he came over because of my bruised ankle.

“Of course I remembered, I remember what you said at the hospital as well when you were all hyped up on that funny gas,” he smiled as he pulled back.

“I really don’t want to know, I can watch it at home… Humpfrey printed me off a copy just before we left the hospital,”

“Don’t you mean Derek?” he frowned.

“Nope,”

“I’m pretty sure his name was Derek,”

“Hush! His name in Humpfrey Horace Henderson,” I tried to convince him.

“Whatever you say,” he pulled me in for a kiss, “Barbie…” he finished off his sentence when he pulled away.