It Imagines/smut

Project Baby

Let's be honest, there's always going to be they type of boys at your school. The type that are so painfully attractive they are probably hotter than the sun, yet they are complete dícks.  I had accepted this fact way back in middle school, back when the whole concept of boys and popularity was new to me.  It didn't bother me anymore.  What did bother me - however - was the fact I was stuck sitting directly in front of them.  All by myself...  At the back of the classroom...  I mean, what did I ever do to upset you god?  "Y/n/n!" Eddie whispered, leaning forward and tapping my shoulder. I ignored him and tapped my pen against my desk, my eyes flickering to the clock hanging above the blackboard.  Only five more minutes of class.  Could I hold on?  Doubtful.  "Time for homework!" My teacher - Mr Blackwell - sang, lifting a large box out from under his desk.  The whole class - including me - groaned, infuriated by the sole idea of homework.  It had only been five minutes until the bell. Five minutes until I could have left this building and forgotten it even existed for two days.  And I know I didn't exactly have any 'wild plans' for the weekend like 98% of the class did, but I still had plans.  (And by plans I mean Netflix)  "Don't groan!" Mr Blackwell exclaimed, placing the box down and lifting off the lid "This is fun!"  "Yeah right." Mike muttered, flicking a paper clip at my back.  I flinched as it hit me but I didn't say anything, slouching further down my chair.  If I had the confidence - which I don't - I would have turned around and told that scruffy haired, high pitched, idiotically happy hormonal teenage boy exactly what I thought of him.  But I wasn't the type of girl to talk to a guy like him, so I kept my mouth sealed shut.  I just had to remind myself there was only five more minutes left.  Five more minutes of him and his stupid little gang.  "I'm sure you have all seen one of these." Mr Blackwell continues, lifting a plastic baby out by its foot. It immediately began to cry, its shrieks echoing around the small classroom.  Of course the boys behind me took this as an opportunity to cause even more noise, beginning to scream along.  Mr Blackwell soon silenced them with a stern glance, but that didn't stop them from giggling together about it afterwards.  They were like a bunch of girls, but worse.  "Why the hell are you holding a baby sir?" Stan questioned, his nasally voice filling the room. Mr Blackwell just grinned and turned it the right way up, hugging it tightly to his chest.  Eddie muttered something and the three boys erupted into laughter, causing the whole class to turn around and glare at them, which also meant they were glaring at me too.  I bowed my head and focused on the graffiti drawn on my desk, trying to ignore their stares.  It wasn't aimed at me it wasn't aimed at me it wasn't aimed at me.  They all turned as the baby's cries abruptly stopped, leaving the classroom in an eerie silence. Mr Blackwell was smiling smugly, the baby now placed down onto his desk.  "This is what I like to call Project Baby." He chuckled, picking up a sheet of paper "You will be put into partners and given the task to care for your very own baby! Isn't this exciting?"  "Yeah, just excuse me while I go step out in front of a bus." Eddie sighed, slamming his head down onto his desk.  Most of the girls in the class giggled, taking glances behind their shoulders at the boys. I watched them with disgust, digesting the fact that my brother had dated most of them.  According to Richie: Popularity is a bítch, and it always finds a way to fück you over. For him it's all the girls that pretend to like him, just to ride his díck for a few minutes then boast to all their friends.  It made me sick just thinking about it, so I decided to just not think.  Three minutes left, how much worse could this get?  "I'll tell you the partners then I'll hand out babies." Mr Blackwell continued, focusing his attention on the piece of paper.  He began to call out random names, placing random people with other random people. I literally knew nobody in this class, so no matter who my partner was; it would all be the same.  "Eddie is with Stan."  The two boys behind me yelled out in happiness, giving each other a high five. Mike remained quiet in the middle, his eyebrows knitted together in frustration.  He wasn't with his friends, so who was he with?  "Mike, you're with Penny."  He immediately moaned in annoyance and gently hit his head against his desk, letting out a large exhale.  Penny frowned and raised her arm, confusion written across her face.  "Sir? I'm with Daniel."  Mr Blackwell frowned before checking his list again, his expression softening as he realised his mistake.  "Sorry about that! Mike, you're with Y/n..."

Part 2 soon