I pulled the sweater tighter around my body as I got off the bus. There was technically no need for the sweater anymore, since I was almost five months. My blonde curls flew around in the wind. Sadly, fall gets here faster, making it feel chilly. Aiden tried to talk me into him driving me to school, but I refused all of his requests. We weren't dating, that's first of all, and second, I can deal with the stares on the bus. No biggie.

"Hey Brooke!" I turned around at the sound of my name being called. My eyes landed on Avery. A pretty cool girl to talk to when you need to rant about something. I smiled, as I greeted her.

"Hey Ave! How are you?"

"I'm fine, can't believe that we'll have to apply for college soon." She said.

"Me neither." I agreed, though I still wasn't sure if I'd be going or not.

"Why did you leave Evelina's house so early two days ago?" She asked. I slowly remember that labor day Monday.

I shrugged, not wanting to talk about it. "I just felt the need to go. How was it though?"

"It was fun! You should have stayed!" She went on and on about what happened, and who said what, but I only half paid attention. We walked into the school, everyone chattered noisily.

"Excited for P.E. today?" Avery grinned, as we tried to push our way through the crowd.

"No." I rolled my eyes. She knows I hate P.E. It's not my favorite class. I'm failing it anyway.

"Anyway, I gotta meet up with someone, you are welcome to come, but we will most likely talk about the project we have to turn it in tomorrow in Mrs. Gregory's class." She said, already heading towards the library.

"Nah, I'll stay here, see you in P.E."

She waved her hand, "What ever you say, and yeah, definitely see you there." Her burnette hair disappeared into the crowd.

I waited patiently for the bell to ring, when a familiar voice greeted me. "Good-Morning Brooke!"

I turned around, and saw Aiden beaming down at me. "Good-Morning to you too." I faked a smile.

"What class do you have for first?" He asked.

"History."

"Cool! What room?"

"214." I answered.

"Oh, mine is 313."

"That's okay," I looked at him, "That's not too far from my classroom."

He smiled, "I know."

Another boy walked up to him, who I assumed was his friend. If I recall correctly, his name is Josh Anderson, the schools star quarterback, too bad he doesn't act like the star quarterback, "Hey man!" They did a quick handshake. "Why are you dating a prostitute?"

I looked down at my shoes, this happened almost everyday. I felt new anger flowing through my veins.

"Hey man, knock it off, would you?" Aiden stood up for me.

"I'm just saying." Josh shrugged.

"Well I hope you know that that's rude and uncalled for. I don't care who she is, nor her past, but Jesus loves everyone alike."

His friend shrugged again, as if he really didn't care. "If everyone finds out about this, you won't hear the end of it." He turned and left.

Aiden turned back to me, his face full of sympathy, "Sorry about that, I just can't believe the nerve of these people."

I looked into his blue eyes, "Why would an imaginary Jesus love me?" Yes, that was completely off topic, but I wondered what he would say. But just like that, the bell rang.

"I'll answer that question next time I'll see you," before he left, he asked, "aren't you in my gym class?"

I shrugged, "I don't know, maybe."

Aiden smiled again, "If you are, I'll answer your question then." And with that he left, leaving me to turn around, and head towards my classroom as well.

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The first two periods went by so slowly. Not that cared too much. I didn't want to encounter anyone else that I might know in the hallways. Lunch time passed the same way. I quickly got my food and went outside to my usual spot. No one cared about that one corner behind the platform and that gave me some time to myself, away from everyone's eyes. By now, the whole school probably knew about me being pregnant. Just the thought made me angery all over again. Maybe I was stupid enough to want money more than my future. But the guy was basically a celebrity and I needed the money to pay some school fees and such.

I left the lunch room as soon as  the bell rang. P.E. oh joy. I rolled my eyes, despite of myself.

"Okay, ladies and gent's! Go to the changing rooms and change before class, unless you have a burning desire not to." Coach Dittimore told everyone once I came in. Some girls laughed at that statement.

Since coach was the first person I told about my condition, I didn't have to dress out. Coach was more like a mother figure to me, therefore, she was the first one I told. Even though she would be the one teaching us about adolescents and teen pregnancy, when she found out, she didn't scold me for my carelessness, but instead gave me some advise and pain pills. Yes, we were both aware that was illegal, but we promised not to tell anyone.

"Good Afternoon, coach D!" I called, walking to her, and sitting in the spare chair.

"Good Afternoon, beautiful!" She gushed, once she saw me approaching. "How are your classes coming along?"

"Not so bad, I'm stuck on trigonometry." I answered her.

"You should ask my daughter that, she's a math genius." Coach D joked. Even though that was true. Her desk littered with pictures of her daughter winning many awards at fairs and in math clubs and to think she was my age.

I rubbed my stomach, as a dull pain progressed.

"Did you tell your mom yet?" Coach D looked concerned.

I nodded, "She found out yesterday."

"Better now than later, I would say." She remarked.

The class was already dressed out and seated on the floor in a heap. Boys on one side, girls on the other. Amongst the guys, I saw that indeed, I did have gym with Aiden, but he was talking with another boy beside him, so I turned my attention back to the coach, who was telling everyone the plan for today, and what she expected the class to accomplish.

Giving out instructions, everyone went to their assigned corners, and started their exercises. Not long after, coach D went to help a few girls. I continued sitting in my chair, looking at everyone's athletic abilities. I was actually happy I didn't have to do this. It looked pretty tiring. The guys shot a few baskets with their basketball's, trying to show off to the girls, while most of the ladies were playing soccer, paying no attention to them whatsoever. If only I had that confidence. Avery was a pro at soccer. Considering she was on a girls soccer team. I went to many games of hers that I could afford, while she gave me free tickets to others.

I stood up, and decided to take a quick trip to the bathroom, Caoch wouldn't mind, as long as it was on the 500 hall, closer to the gym. I wrapped the sweater around my body, and walked towards the exit. Passing girls with the soccer balls, one of the girls looked up in my direction, and scowled, while whispering in another girls ear.

"Hey Brooke! Why aren't you playing with the rest of us? Are you the teachers pet?"

I opened my mouth to say something, when the girl with scowl interuppted. "Nah, she's just too good for us. Afraid that she's going to mess up her career if she goes into labor, oh wait, she already has messed up her career."

I clenched my fists, but said nothing.

"Why don't you play one game with us?" The girl with blonde highlights boasted.

"I...can't." I stammered.

"What, afraid your pregnancy will get in the way." She made that sound as if she was disgusted. Moms words rang in my head, about how I was stupid to get this way. I put on an expressionless face to prevent me from becoming angry.

"Hey, I have an idea," the dark brown haired girl said, holding a soccer ball as she smirked, "Brooke!? Think fast!" The ball went sailing towards me, at first I didn't know what was happening until the ball hit my face. I fell on the ground. Since it was a pretty noisy gym, nobody noticed me fall. The two girls laughed hysterically. I painfully got up. Tears and anger threatended to spill. Avery, of course, dropped everything, and ran up to me.

"You frozen yogurt!" Avery had a bad habit of 'cursing' in ice cream flavors. She quickly pulled me up to my feet. I felt pretty dizzy after the fall. As the girls and Avery argued, I took that time to turn and run for the rest rooms. On the way there, tears kept coming. I really am stupid. This stupid pregnancy ruined my whole life. I splashed water on my face, trying to clear the thoughts and the events from my head, but nothing seemed to work. The mirrors seemed to be shifting from their place on the walls. I griped the sink to steady myself. Avery walked in, and ran to me, as she made sure I didn't fall again. Without saying another word, she called her mom to come get them early. Lucky for her, her mom stayed home and took care of the twins, so it was pretty easy reaching her. Avery hugged me, as I let the tears fall. Out of all female friends, she stayed with me even after she found out I was expecting a baby, despite everyone else's reaction. Its not like I had an illness that's incurable. Once she got a text message that her moms here, she walked me to the front office, and checked herself and me out. I slowly got in the backseat, while Avery got in the front, explaining the whole situation to her mom.

They silently dropped me off at my house without a word, and I glumly went inside and straight to my room. When my head hit the pillow, I dozed off.