The Journey of Becoming Olivia's Mother

Chapter 3

It's crazy how you walk past people every day and see some deep in thoughts or some smiling but never really know what exactly is going on in their lives, in their minds. As I walked down the hallway, I saw all the familiar faces laughing amongst themselves as they walked past me.

My only comfort was Amanda and the purple book I held tightly in my arms as I headed towards the library.

For some reason, my heart skipped a beat every time I walked past people in school. I feared for the day the truth would finally be revealed and everyone would know about me.

Let's hope that day never comes.

I finally reach the library and attempt to insert my card in the machine right next to the door when someone from behind me beats me to it. I don't have to turn to know who the person was; the Calvin Klein perfume was enough.

"So, you're not talking to me now?"

"I should be the one asking." I finally turn around to face him with a clenched jaw. Somewhere inside of me, I battled hard to keep a poker face and hide every bit of emotion but as our eyes locked, it suddenly became unbearable.

He sighed, "How are you feeling?"

It's ironic how he chose to ignore me for the past week and half falling into his own weird denial while I was left to face these hard times on my own.

"Are you really asking me that, Connor?" I snap with a wave of sudden anger I didn't realize I had built up.

Mrs. Robinson, the librarian, gave me a stern look followed by a loud "shh!"

Connor's hand was in my arm before I could blink as he pushed me out of the library and into a lonely hallway.

"What the hell are you-"

"Have you thought about what we talked about?"

My eyes narrow pulling my arm away from his grip, "By what we talked about you mean your advice about having an abortion? Cause no, Connor, I haven't and I thought I made it clear that I won't-"

"Listen to me, Isabella." he snapped angrily hitting the wall right next to my head, "I'm losing my patience with this and I am not going to say it again, abort that thing. It will only bring shame to us, to you. Why can't you see that?"

A few students walked past us giving me weird looks but said nothing. What could they possibly say to the most popular and strongest boy in the school? That would be a death sentence to them.

"I get it that you want nothing to do with this," I begin swallowing down the lump building up inside my throat, "but I'd expect you to respect my decision as my boyfriend or at least-"

"Respect what decision exactly, Bella? To destroy my reputation and everything I've managed to build up so far?" he growled angrily. "This will end us, and we've been good for so long, why can't you just let go?"

This wasn't about me or us. It was all about him, that's what he's scared of losing.

I took a minute to let that realization sink in as well as the tears I was strongly battling to keep in. Finally, I raise my head to allow our eyes to meet and the moment I opened my mouth I heard a voice, "Is everything alright there, Connor?"

A breath of relief escaped my lips seeing Luke, Connor's best friend giving him a hard glare. He threw me a glance and I shook my head.

"Yeah, what's up?" Connor replied casually but his heavy breathing and hard glare told otherwise.

"We're late for practice, let's go."

Connor tried to escape Luke's grip as he pulled him away from me. Luke gave me a worried look which I ignored looking away.

We were not close, but somehow he managed to always be there and at the right time.

Holding my backpack tightly, I checked both sides of the hallway before taking a step forward. I looked back at where Connor had me cornered and took in a shaky breath.

Blinking away the moisture from my eyes, I entered the library and I acted like everything was what I hoped for; fine.