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I walk into school and almost everyone stares at me, some gazes of pity, some curious, and some simply menacing. Jeez, can't they just chill? What's got them acting so...weird?

Adriana and I go in different directions for our classes and as I walk, one of the teachers places a hand on my shoulder and says, "We've got you, Alessa. You're not alone." What the heck is going on? It's as if someone told them that I almost died yesterday or something. 

As I continue walking, I hear so many whispers that it doesn't make sense that the entire population has turned into news reporters. 

I enter the class and sit down in my usual seat in the first column on the second-last seat. Even as I do that, I feel people's eyes on me. Suddenly, an oldfashioned, over-religious girl named Christie walks up to me with a sneer on her face, "Thee need to go confess, for thou have commited unforgivable sins." Then she gives me a neon pink sports bottle that is filled to the brim and continues, "Drink this holy water, sister." Then she walks off, her long skirt sweeping the floor. What the hell is going on now? Did someone tell the entire school I murdered someone or that I...? I did what? Drugged his mouth? It's frowned upon if it isn't for medicational purposes, but it doesn't count as a sin. 

Mrs.Claythorne looks at me over her granny glasses with sympathy. Then she motions for me to walk to her. This is about the homework I did but can't seem to find. "Mrs.Claythorne, I did the work but forgot it at my house, may I submit it tomorrow?" She smiles and her eyes glaze over, as if remembering a sad memory, "Of course, dear." I turn around to walk to my desk, ut she grabs my arm, halting me. 

"I just want you to know, dear, that you're not alone. If you're having any troubles with... you know what, feel free to contact me at any time." I'm starting to freak out. What is the "you know what" she was talking about?

Why can't we use math, for once? You have the k and the y, now find the x.

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"Adriana!" I call out to my best friend and she turns around, smiling when she sees me. "Hey, Alessa. Is everything okay?" She seems genuinely concerned.

"Umm, yes." 

"I want to tell you about this guy I met in biology class. His name is Carl, and he was my lab partner. But, dang, he's hot." She can be so shallow, sometimes. I don't do the "hot" thing. I don't even "do" guys, anymore. I'm not saying that I'm a lesbian, but I just want to wait for everything to smooth out. Since she's my dearest friend, I'll play her game. Plus, it's entertaining to see her gushing about this random dude.

"So, tell me about this Carl guy. Is he the shy type? Ladies' man?" I raise my eyebrows at her and she blushes a bit. 

"He's... outgoing-ish." 

"Outgoing-ish. Wow, now i totally know everything about him. And is that even a word?" 

"Where do you get the sarcasm?" She mumbles, then continues talking, "He's a bit outgoing." She corrects, "But he was aloof, at first." 

"Anything else?"

"Well, don't kill me, but he's the stereotypical... gangster dude." She whispers the last part, so I'm not sure I was supposed to even hear it. Wait a minute, is she stupid? Yes, she is.

"Adriana! Don't you remember... him? D-d-di. No, I won't even say his name. Don't you remember what happened with him?" I am very close to yelling. Doesn't she remember what happened when I decided to be stupid like that? 

Deep breath, Alessandra.

Inhale.

Exhale.

I-i-inhale.

I will not cry. I will not cry. You are stronger than this, Alessandra, than him.

I would love to yell at Adriana and explain my sudden frustration at the situation, but I know that she's as stubborn as the will of a king. Maybe not as stubborn as me, but still quite stubborn. I know that no matter what I do, she will still go to that Carl fellow and get her heart broken. Which would be better than what happened to me... 

No, Alessandra. Don't go back there. That was over years ago. He's gone, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Inhale.

Exhale.

"Fine. Have it your way." She smiles a bit and opens her mouth to say something, but not before I interrupt. 

"But if-or rather, when- he breaks your heart, don't tell me I didn't warn you." 

She scowls at me as we enter the congested cafeteria. I grab her arm, making her turn.

"But that's what friends are for." She smiles and turns again, making me shake my head at her mercurial mood swings. 

Adriana's dangerous behaviour made me forget the sins girl that gave me the holy water was talking about, and Mrs.Claythorne's words. Speaking of which, I need to tell her about the holy water incident.

"Hey, Ria. Did you know what happened to me in class?" I start telling her about the girl's old Shakespearean English and the pink-of all colours-sports bottle. After I finish, we both giggle and I find some others joining. That makes me turn and I find a girl with short black hair and blue highlights waving at me and pointing at her hair, then mine. Oh, right. I forgot about the whole Smurfette incident with Spencer. She walks over to me and introduces herself, "Hey, I'm Bastielle, but you can call me Cat." 

"I'm Alessandra, but you can call me Alessa." I point at Adriana, who waves, and introduce her. "If I may ask, how did you get your nickname?"

"It's because in ancient Egyptian mythology, Bast is the goddess of cats." She shrugs and laughs like she's used to being asked that question.

"Not the first time you've explained that, I bet."

"Not my first time, no. It's weird. You never speak in class, and you seem to be a very... private person."

"Not the first time I've heard that."

"I'll bet. How are you managing things?"

"What things?"

"So the rumours are correct, you seem like you forgot, or are you acting?"

"I'm really confused. Since morning, everyone has been staring at me and talking to me like they think one of two things. Either that I'm the big bad wolf, or that I'm really fragile. So, what the hell is going on?" 

"Okay, what I'm thinking is that you either have no clue whatsoever, or you're one heck of an actress. You don't seem like the actress type. Let me break it to you, Alessa. You're pregnant."

Huh? Me?

Pregnant?

What she just said seems so absurd, that I start laughing until I'm clutching my stomach and people are staring even more. Dude, I haven't even done... the nasty. 

"Or at least, that's what everybody thinks. Everyone has been talking about it all the time." Bastielle- or Cat- says.

Oh, hell no.

That arsehole. How could he?

"Spencer La Bloody Fey."

Oh, well. Let's play this game, eh? YOLO, they say.

It's on Spencer. I'm going to pretend that I'm pregnant. 

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I had so much fun writing the end of this chapter, lol.

Anyways, I'm really sorry I didn't update for almost three weeks.

*sobs* I'm the worst Wattpad author in the history of Wattpad authors.

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I really do want to know how you felt throughout the whole thing.

Love,

moi