My last period class was Physics Lab. Jack didn't attend this class with me, and my class was a whopping total of 10 kids. The teacher's name was Mrs. Simms, and she had the bitchiest attitude. God, some kid corrected his name for her, and she snapped at him like someone pissed in her Cheerios that morning. I just stayed quiet the entire time I was in the room. I didn't need her snapping on me because with my hormones, if she did, her head would be stuck on the pole that held up the skeleton of the human body. ... Too gory?

Thankfully, her class zoomed by, and the final bell shrieked throughout the hallways. Kids flew from the classrooms to leave school for the day. I walked my way to my locker -- somehow I remembered where it was -- to put my new text books in there. As I stuffed the clunky books onto the top shelf of my locker, I felt someone grab and tickle my sides. The gesture scared the day lights out of me, and my Calculus book went crashing to the ground. "Bloody Christ!" I screeched, my body bending into positions that were terribly uncomfortable with a baby in my gut. I looked behind me to see a laughing Jack Barakat. Bastard.

"Damn," Jack chuckled, "I didn't know I could scare you that bad over tickling your side."

"Tickling my sides is a peeve of mine, sir. So, I suggest you don't do it again." I spat playfully. Jack leaned against the set of lockers with his arms crossed.

"So, you excited to have me over for working on the project? I know we just met, so I am hoping I am not intruding." Jack spoke as I picked up my dropped text book and put it into the locker. I shut the door and turned my attention to Jack.

"I don't mind that much at all, Jack. It's due in three days, so we need to work on it soon. You won't mind that my parents won't be home? They have to work until about 6."

"Dude, I don't need parental supervision. I'm 19, and technically, an adult. That won't bother me a bit. Now, come on, let's get to your place."

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The drive to my place, with Jack, was completely silent at the beginning. I didn't want to say a word to him, so instead, I petted my tummy gently. I could feel the small flutters of my baby, and it was cheering me up a bit. This day was rough, and I needed my baby to make me feel better. Jack must have noticed me admiring my bump, for he asked, "Whatcha rubbing your stomach for?" I looked over at him with reddened cheeks. My throat lost all its moisture, and my eyes widened slightly.

"U-Um," I choked out, "stomach ache."

"Dude," Jack scoffed, "you can tell me." What the hell? Did Jack already know I was pregnant? But, how? Did I make it that noticeable with me rubbing my stomach and my slightly tight attire? I gulped, looking down at my, now, shaking hands.

"Three months." I blurted out. I said nothing but those two words. Jack nodded as he turned a corner that would lead us down my street.

"Ah, three months along? That's pretty cool. Is that why you guys came down here? That was the fresh start?"

"Yeah. My mum and dad wanted me to have all the help and support I needed, and the states seemed to have the best medical care around. I wouldn't have gotten much of anything back home, and it kinda sucks because I wanted my baby to be raised back home. I think, though, the baby will love it here in America. It's a world of opportunities, I hear."

"Yeah, it's sweet here in Baltimore. Best places to eat, awesome parks, and we have some amazing hospitals that take great care of the patients. You're in good hands, bro. And, if you need any help with this pregnancy, don't be afraid to ask."

"No," I shook my head, "I don't need you helping me out. That isn't your place; I mean, come on! We just met, Jack. It isn't your place to help me. I got my family and my old friends for that. Do not feel obligated to help me." Jack just nodded and pulled into my driveway.

"We're here, mama." Jack chuckled. I laughed a bit, exiting the car and walking up to my front door.

"Now, Jack, be good inside my house. If you don't, I'll have to tell my parents the worst things about you." I joked a little. Jack straightened himself up and gave me a salute.

"Sir, yes, sir!"

Notes

this chapter is awful. i am really depressed tonight, and i, once again, didn't know what to write.

here you go.

xoxo krys