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BETA: As always, my wonderful friend LynetteCullen.

I really hated going to school now. Then again, I hated everything lately. I hated seeing the people that I once called friends and not being able to talk to them. I hated that stupid ass smirk on Emmett's face everyday, and that look of what I could only name as sympathy from Edward. I hated the way everyone looked at me now that they knew what had happened at state, and that I had been the dumb virgin that got knocked up her first time. To put it simple, I was just pissed off in general.

I walked downstairs to the kitchen, and sat down at the table before mumbling a hello to Charlie, who was pouring himself a cup of coffee at the counter.

"Morning Bells, how are you feeling?" he asked. He asked me the same question every morning since I told him that I was pregnant. I knew that Charlie was both upset and uncomfortable with my pregnancy, and he often tried to make any conversations about it short and sweet.

"My feet are killing me, I'm nauseated and I'm tired," I named off my ailments in a tone that came out whinier than I had intended it. When I had first found out that I was pregnant, I said that I wouldn't be the captious teen girl that didn't do anything for herself because she was pregnant. "But I'll make it," I added, standing from the chair.

"You need to eat Isabella," Charlie scolded. He only called me Isabella when he was serious and wanted me to do something.

"I'm not hungry Dad," I whined, which I hated to do, but damn it just seemed to come to me. 'Maybe all women get whiny when they're pregnant, and it'll go away when I have my baby,' I said to myself. "If I eat, I'll just puke," I reminded him. For the past week, whenever I tried to eat anything, I'd throw up. I knew it wasn't good for the baby for me to have an empty stomach, but I just couldn't keep anything down.

"You need to try to eat something," Charlie said, reaching up to grab a Pop-Tart from the box on top of the refrigerator. "Just nibble," he advised as he handed it to me.

"Okay," I agreed, knowing that I really should eat something, despite my depression. I had always thought that depression came after the baby was born, but apparently everyone's different.

I took the Pop-Tart before saying goodbye to Charlie and going outside to wait for the bus. I used to ride with Rose to school, but ever since state, I just can't bring myself to ask her for a ride, because we aren't friends anymore.

I propped on the mailbox before opening the Pop-Tart and taking a small bite, thinking, 'Damn, I hope this doesn't upset my stomach.' Either I was extremely hungry, or this blueberry Pop-Tart was just good, because once I took the first bite, I took another, and another, and another, and then one after that. "This would taste great with the marinara sauce," I mumbled to myself. I used to think that weird cravings were just a myth, but now I see that it's actually true.

By the time the bus came, all that was left was the package, which I threw away on the bus trash can.

I tried not to notice everyone cutting their eyes at me as I walked by, but they were just openly looking at me, which of course bothered me and made me self conscious. I got a seat at the back of the bus, and put my head down, not noticing who I had sat down across from.

"Hey there Bell. What's the matter? Not feeling too well?" that all too familiar sarcastic voice making me groan with exasperation. I really wasn't in the mood for Emmett's shit today, then again, I never was. "Should you be hunched over like that?" he asked. "Isn't that bad for the baby?" he whispered this inquiry, leaning across the seat to knock my hair out of the way so that he could see my face.

"Don't touch me," I grumbled, moving by the window so that he couldn't touch me. I shouldn't have done that because it only gave him room to hop over onto the seat with me. 'Why the hell didn't the bus driver see that,' I said to myself as I felt him rub my arm.

"Come on, you know you want me to touch you Bell," he stated.

"Stop calling me that you jackass," I griped, elbowing him in the chest, which was a bad move, because a sharp pain shot through whole arm as I did so. "Shit," I murmured, rubbing it. "Why won't you just leave me alone?" I asked as that sly grin creeped across his face as he chuckled at my moment of pain.

"Because there would be no fun in leaving you alone," he answered as we approached the turn off for school. "And," he began as we rolled to a stop in front of the school. "That could be my baby in there," he reminded me pointing to my stomach as he stood from the seat. "So the chances of me leaving you alone are very slim," he informed me, shooting me a wink as he joined the line waiting to exit the bus.

I just sat there in shock. Since he had known that I was pregnant, Emmett had not once acknowledged that this could be his baby, nor had he showed the slightest bit of concern for me. Now granted, him fucking with me wasn't really what most people considered concern for another person, but for Emmett, that was a huge jump from the jackass that he normally is.

Realizing that the line had dwindled, I quickly grabbed my bag and exited the bus, and for once, didn't give a damn that a group of kids were standing by the building staring at me.

I walked into the main building, and was on my way to the bathroom, when I dropped my bag, its few contents spilling out onto the floor. "Damn it," I mumbled as I crouched down to pick them up. I wasn't so big as to where I couldn't bend, but it was damn uncomfortable. I was startled when a hand appeared to assist me. I looked up and thought to myself, 'Damn, usually I don't see them both this early in the morning.'

Edward handed me what he had picked up. "How are you Bella?" I heard him ask as I put them back into my bag. In actuality, Edward was shy, and often times didn't say much when Emmett wasn't around.

"I'm fine," I answered, watching him fidget. It was quite obvious that there was something that he wanted to ask me, but was wondering if he should ask it or not. "What is it Edward?" I asked after a moment of awkward silence.

"Well," he started, looking down at his feet. "I uhm… I uhm…I was wondering… if when… if when you go to the doctor the next time… if maybe… I could… go with you," he stammered, looking at me, awaiting my response.

"Uhm… I, I guess," it was my turn to stammer. I hadn't seen THAT coming. I had been expecting him to maybe ask me to get a soda, or maybe a burger, but I surely didn't expect him to want to go to the OB-GYN with me. "May I ask why you want to go?"

"I-," he was cut off by the first bell. "I've gotta go. I'll see you later Bella," he said before disappearing into the sea of kids entering the building.

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