Author Commentary: The whole thing with Joss and Vladdie still being friends: don't say shit. This is fan fiction, and it doesn't have to go along with the original story line exactly. That's all. Enjoy reading~

Rating: M

Warnings: Mpreg, yaoi/shonen-ai

Disclaimer: I do not own The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod.

January third - we were all back at school, since the holiday break had ended.

All the kids in ninth grade kept looking at my stomach… a ton of them were also staring at my chest, which had became puffier (not that much puffier, but I suppose it was… 'noticeable').

Everyone staring caused me to feel pissed off and self-conscious.

Anyway, the first class of the day (for me) was art, which Henry and I had together. I am not an artistic person, but being with my boyfriend is awesome~

Our art teacher (Miss Zenelli) had her seating for the students (me, Henry, every-freaking-body else) set up with seven tables that were supposed to seat four each, so we had room for twenty-eight people and we had twenty-nine people.

Seating chart-type stuff

Table One: Eddie Poe and Sprat

Table Two: Meredith Brookstone, Mellissa Hart, Bruce Marshall, and Romelle Young

Table Three: Alan Alda, Anne Revere Aldrich, Daria Chayefska, and Don DeLillo

Table Four: Jamie Lynne Battey, Maria Calase, Peter Chincotti, and Sammy Davis

Table Five: Tommy Croose, Georgia Eastman, Milliana Fillmore, and Sean Jones

Table Six: George Abbotte, Anna Wargo, Genna Isabelle Eilon, and Claire Davis

"Finally," Miss Zenelli sighed, her damn Italian accent getting on my nerves. "Tom Gaiber, Bill Jensen, Henry McMillan, Joss McMillan, and Vladimir Tod with sit over here." My annoying Italian teacher pointed at a round table with "roll-y" chairs.

I gaped at Tom and Bill; the asshole duo grinned evilly at me; Henry and Joss high-fived; Joss gave me a mock dirty look; I flipped Joss off jokingly (Miss Zenelli had her back turned); Henry laughed; Tom yanked on my hair; I punched Tom in the stomach; Tom was about to return the favor, when Henry grabbed his fist; and Miss Zenelli turned back around, which prompted the five of us to go to our designated seats.

All the class was going to do today was watch a "movie" called The Importance and History of the Arts: 1400 to 1779.

Miss Zenelli spent the majority of the class on her computer.

Now, for a little segment I would like to call: The Table Adventures of Vladimir Tod, His Awesome Boyfriend, His Awesome Boyfriend's Awesome Cousin, And Two Assholes.

Five Minutes Into the Movie:

I leaned over and whispered into Henry's ear: "Henry, Spawn won't stop moving."

"Um… focus on the drunk, naked, French girls," Henry suggested under his breath.

Joss gave Henry and me a weird look.

"Piss off," I hissed.

Tom kicked me in the shin.

I growled in response, "What in the holy hell?"

Bill and Tom both laughed stupidly.

"Shut up," Joss demanded. I loved how he always stood up for me.

I clenched my teeth as Spawn kicked me once more.

"Did Lily kick you again?" Henry looked at me, concerned.

There were tears in my eyes since Spawn had kicked me so forcefully. I nodded.

Joss wore the same worried look as Henry, it was just much more confused. "Vlad, what's hurting you?" Joss's voice was also a whisper.

I sighed, my breath shaking. "Joss, we'll tell you later."

"Yeah, Vlad." Tom kicked me in the same spot as before. "What's hurtin' you?"

I, of course, received Spawn and Bill's kicks at the same time. I moaned quietly. The tears were flowing.

Henry and Joss kicked Tom at the same time. Perfect vengeance, if I do say so myself.

"Oh, honey." Henry's voice was quiet as he brushed tears from my cheeks and eyes.

I rested my head on Henry's shoulder. Henry moved his hand to my stomach. From what I can deduct, he wanted to feel how hard Spawn was actually kicking me.

The next time Spawn kicked, I was totally able to read Henry's mind: Damn! This kid is strong.

"I know," I muttered.

Henry slowly rubbed the area of my stomach that was most recently kicked.

Tom landed one last kick to my shin before I finally snapped. I jumped from my seat and slammed my open palms on the table. "WATCH THE HELL OUT, DUMBASS!"

Everyone looked over to me.

Tom stood up and said cockily. "And what if I don't?"

I felt my fangs extend. I attempted to shove Tom from across the table, but the much stronger teen caught my arms and jerked me forward, then pushed me back. I slammed my lower back on the tile floor first, then the remainder of my back hit the ground.

I screamed loudly.

"VLAD!" Henry and Joss cried, as they rushed over to me.

I cried out as I attempted to sit up. Henry propped me up in his arms.

Henry brushed my bangs from my eyes.

"He… Henry," I panted.

Henry's eyes were getting watery. "Ye-yeah?"

"I… I th-think I… I'm bl… bleeeding."