Dead Angelica Version 20 *-* You Ripped My Heart Out Of Me, Then You Put It Back
A Baby?! Chapter 1- "Pay Attention, Mr Martin, This Is Important."
Millions of cheering fans... strobe lighting effects illuminating us... me jumping up and down... making music... euphoric wave of happiness... ohh yeah!
"MR MARTIN!" My teacher's voice cuts into my daydream. "Mr Martin, would you kindly answer the QUESTION?!"
Ohh fuck. What was the question? I rack my brains for something good to say.
"Uhh... red?" I attempt.
"WRONG! Pay attention, Mr Martin, this is important. We are discussing WAVES. The correct answer is '36'."
Ahh, damn. I look foolish once again. I don't care. In two years I'll be out of here. In two years I can escape, play guitar in my band, Good Charlotte. My bandmates are all above me, they get to leave school this year. Lucky bastards!
Mr Pirit, our Physics teacher, is an evil sadistic fucker anyhow. He makes us sit in alphabetical order, and he hates me. However, he loves my girlfriend, Jessica. Mainly because she is very smart, And also because she is gorgeous and he is a lechery old fart.
Oh, God. Why is everyone moving to the back? Oh, experiment.
Jessica comes up and puts her hand in mine. I have to admit that she looks particularly stunning today. Her curly blonde hair and blue eyes match her golden V-necked sweater, jeans, and gold boots with denim stitching.
Jess is unlike any girl I've ever admired. I usually go for the loud punkette types. Jessica is smart, quiet and dresses like everyone else; she tries to blend into the crowd too much, I think.
But I love her. We've been together for twelve months; sleeping together for four.
"RIGHT!" bellows Mr Pirit. "I need a volunteer to do an ultrasound on. Ms Abbott! You're first in the register. Come up here and lie down."
Jessica blushes bright red, and I can't say I blame her. She hops awkwardly onto the bench, takes the gel Mr Pirit hands out to her, and smears it on her tummy. Mr Pirit places the prive flat on her stomach.
"Now, when I switch on the monitor, we will see Ms Abbott's insides. When I took my wife to have an ultrasound, we could see my son inside her," booms Mr Pirit. The girls in the class all do their 'aww!' thing. I personally think the idea of Mr Pirit ever having sex is disgusting.
He switches on the monitor. I peer at the screen. It doesn't look like the diagram on the board.
"Oh, my God," breathes Mr Pirit. Hmm, this is unusual. He never says anything quietly. The entire class was silent- the deadly, heavy sort of silence. What? I don't get it. I look to Jessica- but she can't see the screen. She knows there's something wrong, though. She cranes her head round to look at Mr Pirit. "What? What is it?" she asks.
"The class is DISMISSED except for Jessica!" yells Mr Pirit, and everybody scatters almost instantly, piling out the door. I stand still, frozen in shock. Jessica grabs my hand and shoots me a puzzled look.
"I want Billy to stay," she says. She looks so vulnerable, lying there. I give her hand a quick squeeze.
Mr Pirit swivels the monitor round so she can see it. "Jessica... did you know that you're pregnant?" he asks.
Ohmyfuckinggod. He did NOT just say that.
"What?" Jess whispers.
"About three months, by the look of it," says Mr Pirit.
"Uhh... no," breathes Jess. Oh my God. Oh my God. I take another peek at the screen, and now I know what I'm looking for, it's so obvious. A baby. Inside my girlfriend.
"I need some air," gasps Jessica.
"Mr Martin, you take her," suggests Mr Pirit, handing Jess a tissue to wipe the goo off her stomach. She does so, before sliding off the bench and walking out, dragging me with her.
We sit down under a tree. I'm in total shock. My mind is reeling.
"Oh God!" Jessica blurts out, breaking the silence.
"Jess... how could you not know? What about your... you know... period?" I whisper the last word. I still get embarrassed about this stuff.
"I just thought... well... they were never regular and..." Jess buries her head in her hands.
"Jessica... is it mine?"
Her head shoots up. "Of course it's yours, Billy! You're the only guy I've ever been with. How could you say that?"
Great. Our kid isn't even born yet and it's already causing us friction. Shit! Our kid! I can't take this.
"I have to go, I'm sorry," I gabble. I get up and start running towards the boys locker room. She can't follow me in there. I can hear her call me-
"Billy! Billy! Come back!"
-but I keep going. As I dash into the locker room I crash into a group of four guys. Shit. Not jocks, please not jocks...
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