A/N: Thank you bobbysgirl76 :) I forgot to in the last chapter, so here goes, Stephanie Meyer owns all recognizable characters, I own O/Cs. Enjoy, read and review (gentle, constructive criticism please)
BPOV
As Angela stepped back through the door with tissues, I heard the classes not-so-silent, disgusted voices. They said I'd ruined my life, they couldn't believe that I, as a Christian, could do something like that, they declared that I deserved every dirty look and bad word I got, they called me names, all in the few seconds it took for Angela to open, step through and forcefully close the door.
"Here you are Miss," she said softly.
"Thank you, Angela. Please go get me a pen and paper, and kindly remind the class to be silent?" Mrs Ryder said, glaring at the door, which was doing little to prevent the muffled, raising noise from getting through.
"Will do," Angela said, gliding back to the door, "May I swear, Miss?"
"As long as I don't hear it," Mrs Ryder replied.
"Done," Angela smirked, and stepped into the classroom.
I attempted to stop the flow of tears, and Mrs Ryder handed me the tissue box.
"What classes are Rosalie and Alice in? And what are their last names?" she asked me, figuring that I might take a little time to answer. Taking a deep breath, I wiped the tears away and dried my face.
"Alice Brandon," I attempted to croak out. Clearing my throat and drying my face again, I managed to speak, "Alice Brandon, she should be in Indonesian. Rosalie Hale, I don't know where she is."
At that moment Angela stalked through the door and I realized the class was silent. Angela handed the pen, paper and also a clipboard to Mrs Ryder. "Anything else Miss?" she practically growled.
"Yes, as soon as I have this written down, would you be a dear and take it to Student Services? And on your way through the class, please send Mike and Eric back in here to stack chairs," Mrs Ryder requested.
Having finished writing, she handed the note to Angela who left. This distraction provided enough time for me to get a bit of a grip on myself. I had almost totally stopped sobbing, however, the tears still flowed silently down my cheeks.
Taking my hands, Mrs Ryder looked at me closely. "Bella," she said, "look at me please." I lifted my head and looked through my tears into her kind eyes. Suddenly sobs racked my body again, and she gathered me awkwardly into her arms.
Mike and Eric stalked disgustedly into the room and began silently stacking the chairs. Mike took the chair that I had been on and sneered cruelly at me, before giving Eric a very satisfied, smug grin, all of which Mrs Ryder missed entirely.
Once they'd left, Mrs Ryder loosened her grip on me and turned me to look at her. "Does anyone else know about this?" she asked.
"My fiancé and my mother," I said hoarsely.
"Did you want me to wait until your friends get here before I start asking things?" she questioned.
"Yes, please," I whispered, drying my face again.
At that moment, Alice, Rosalie and Angela burst in, panting heavily, looking like they'd run ten laps of the school. Rosalie and Alice frantically began questioning me, causing me to sob harder and both of them pulled me tightly into a hug.
"Careful please girls, calm down," Mrs Ryder broke in, taking me slightly away from the fierce hold each girl had on me, "Angela, please go back into class, I'm putting you in charge in there." Angela nodded and slipped quietly away.
"Bella, you have to decide, right now, what would you like to do? Do you want to stay in here or are we going to move into my office? And did you want me to send Angela down to get one of the counsellors?" Mrs Ryder asked.
"Excuse me, but why would she need a counsellor?" Rosalie broke in.
"Bella? What in the name of hell is going on?!" Alice asked, really concerned.
"Brandon, Hale, I need you to be quiet while Bella decides-"
"Stay here, and no counsellor," I interrupted, wiping away a stray tear and hugging my unborn child. Both Rosalie and Alice looked at me, confused, but silent.
"Look, Bella, I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to write a report on this so I will need to ask a few questions. I understand that you want Alice and Rosalie here, but that doesn't change what I need to ask you," Mrs Ryder said, picking up the pen, paper and clipboard again, setting them on her lap, now sitting on a chair I had not seen her get for herself. She then gestured to three other chairs that I had been too distracted to notice and Rosalie and Alice offered a hand each to get me off the floor. Taking one hand each, I pulled myself off the floor and sat on the chair.