Pregnant With the Player's Baby

Chapter 9

"I thought it wasn't supposed to rain today." I wondered out loud, umbrella in hand.

Didn't we all. That annoying voice said.

It's to friggin' early for your bullshit! The fact that it is raining makes your bullshit stink even more! I exclaim, mentally of course. I'm not that crazy... Am I?

Either you are on your period or you are just an angry human being. The voice replied.

Whatever! We'll continue this pointless altercation, another time. I spat back as I reached the doors, approaching my locker.

"Shit!" I scream-whisper and hide, covering my mouth.

There he is, him and all his glory. Standing there like he owns this school.

Is he waiting for someone? Omigos! Is he waiting for me?

What did I d- Ohhh! That's what- Ok...

To my absolutely-astonishingly-awesome luck, he gave a defeated sigh and walked to class!

My face drops.

I don't like that class anymore. The voice spoke.

Neither do I. I slurred, walking over to my locker.

Well look on the bright side! Today is a half-day!

I snatch my books.

Once again. Whatever.

Just drag your miserable ass to class and DEAL WITH IT! The voice scolded me.

Believe me when I say I actually dragged my sorry ass to my "favorite" class. Art.

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"Michael, would you like to read to us what art really is?" Mr. Zenith "asks."

"No thank you." He coldly states.

What's wrong with him?

"Very well. Ms. Wilson would you?"

"Uh. Sure." I feel like he's implying something that is very absurd.

At first, I read smoothly but after feeling a certain pair of ocean-blue eyes threatning to burn a hole through my head, I began stuttering. Like a complete and utter idiot.

"Uh. M-Mr. Zenith? M-May I go to the uh. To the um.. Bathroom?"

"Sure."

I scurried to the bathroom into a stall.

Damn! I knew he was angry but not this angry! I complain.

Girl, you're lucky he didn't snatch your little ass right there and then. Pfff! He's probably on his way right now!

The bathroom door opened, swiftly.

*gasp* Oh my gooosh! He's gonna kill me! What should I do?

Oh would you look at the time. Sorry, I gots to go. Good luck! The voice rushed.

Why you little-

"Lea! I know you're in here! Get your sorry ass out here... NOW!" He barked louder than a giant surround sound speaker.

I flinch violently, and curl into a ball, crying my eyes out.

Before I start sobbing, I cover my mouth.

Ok. Maybe if I keep quiet he'll go away.

Then heavy boots hit the floor slow and steady.

The stalls are thrown open, one by one. My heart beats faster after each one opens.

I can literally feel him smirking as he approaches my stall.

Click!

I shot up fast ready to sock the bitch, in his face. But, then I... lose that urge and it quickly switches to fear.

I back up slowly and helplessly, he closes the space with his slow steps.

My back hits the wall, silver-gray eyes widen in fear.

His ocean-blue eyes darken and flash evily. He grins.

I shut my eyes tight and lean my head forward, clenching my teeth.

"Man, will I enjoy this." He says darkly.

Oh. My. Shit.

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(Lol. Once again I had to re-do chapter 9. Hope you still like it!)