"Zayn, are you sure no one's going to notice?" I called from the bedroom. I was four months pregnant and finally starting to show a little bit. I was worried that people at school were going to notice and that would mean a whole lot of rumors on my end.
"Yes baby! I've told you a million times just to wear my big sweatshirt that you've been wearing to bed. It's baggy enough that no one will even see the bump. Okay?" He told me. I don't remember him ever telling me any of this.
"When did you tell me that?" I asked, a puzzled look on my face.
"Like this morning when you woke up, and the hundreds of other times you've asked. Baby this pregnancy brain is getting to you." He said. I walked into his living room of his beach shack house. It was right near the beach and amazing...except the fucking sand was everywhere.
"Don't forget after 2nd period we have a doctors appointment! Did you get a sub?" I asked him. He looked up from his phone and nodded before mumbling a response that I couldn't hear. I smiled and walked back to the bedroom to brush my hair. I was right in the middle of putting on my makeup when I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my stomach gently.
"Look at that. That's our child in there. Look how big he's gotten!" He commented lifting up the sweatshirt so we could see my protruding stomach.
"He? How do you know it's a boy?" I asked laughing softly.
"I don't. I'm just saying that because that's what I want it to be." He grinned goofily.
"And what if it's a girl? Because that's what I want it to be." He smirked.
"Well I guess we'll have to wait until we find out, now won't we?" He asked before grabbing his car keys. "We better be going if we want to get there on time." He pressed a lingering kiss to my temple before we both shuffled out to the car, grabbing our bags on the way.
We sat in comfortable silence the whole ride there. I was rubbing my stomach, zoned out of the world around me, and Zayn was softly humming to the song on the radio; Hey There Delilah.
When we pulled up to the school he drove around front to drop me off. We said our goodbyes and I love you's before I got out and he went to go park in the teacher's parking lot. I walked in, pulling the sweatshirt away from my stomach and praying to god that no one paid attention to me today.
"Oh my god, I heard that too! Maybe she really is, she's been wearing baggy clothes lately." Sammy's voice rang out from inside the classroom. All the colour drained from my face. They were talking about me. They obviously were. "Oh and speak of the devil." She laughed loudly. I blushed and tried to shove past her and make it to my seat.
"So, skank. Is it alright if I call you that?" She was still angry about me with Zayn. "What's up with the shitty clothes? Huh? It's almost 90 degrees today and you're wearing a fucking sweatshirt." She commented, pulling the excess sleeve up to prove her point.
"I-I'm cold." I stuttered. Lying wasn't one of my best qualities.
"Tell us the truth. You're pregnant aren't you? And who's the baby daddy? Is it Zayn? Are you doing that so you can pass his class? You're a sneaky little bastard aren't you." She smirked. Zayn walked in the classroom slowly and took in the scene of me looking helpless and Sammy towering over me.
"Oh my god you are pregnant aren't you?" She smiled. "Guess I have an anouncement for the class." She smirked. My face paled and I looked over to Zayn for help.
"Sammy! Shove off!" He yelled.
"Hey everybody, I have important news!" She cupped her hands around her mouth to make her louder. I felt my whole world slowly crashing and burning. All the eyes looked over at her as she continued to speak. "Little skank here decided to get knocked up by Zayn so she could get an easy A!" I put my head in my hands, trying to blink away the tears. Everyone stared at me. Some in disgust and others with pity. I stood up and grabbed my bag. I needed to get out of here.
