Sean dreaded going to school the next day. After Tracker's speech about
responsibility and the usual shit dealing with pregnancy out of wet lock,
Sean would be thankful to be struck by lightning or to be nowhere near the
province. He sighed as he opened his locker, staring absent mindedly at a
poster of a 1967 Mustang drop top. Slamming his locker shut suddenly, Sean
walked off to the MI lab and took a seat in the back. He watched students
file into the classroom, heart sinking like a stone as Emma walked in.
The only open seat left was by Sean, needless to say Emma would probably kill Mama Onu than sit next to him. She had a disgusted look on her face as she walked to the nearest station; Katarine's computer. "Excuse me. Could you move to a desk in the back, I'd like to sit here." Emma said, rather emotionless.
"I don't know if you notice this," Katarine replied, "But I'm not moving, and I won't be getting out of this seat until the class is over with."
Emma's jaw set for a moment or two, "Maybe all the dye in your hair has effected your brain. I need this seat."
"What you need is," Katarine said still focusing on the computer monitor, "to learn that you can't have everything you want. Move along now."
Facing turning an odd shade of red, Emma storms off to the only open computer. Slamming her books down, she logged into the computer and tried to pretend that Sean was sitting next to her.
With several minutes left until the class began, Sean opened an Instant Message window and tapped the keys on the keyboard before typing "I need to talk to you..." and clicked send. He looked over the computer monitor and willed Katarine to either turn around and look at him or type a message back.
"So you're 'talking' to me through a computer?" Katarine sent back and a few seconds later "I always knew you were too much of a coward to talk to people to their faces."
Sean bit his lip and his fingers slowly found the correct letters, "You don't have to bite my head off." There are no replies after that, but Sean caught Katarine shaking her head.
"All right, class?" Mr. Simpson asked as he walked into the room. He didn't seem to be as angry as usual but, then again, the class barely started. "Today we're going to be working on images. I trust you've all read the sheets I handed out yesterday, so you should know that to do. Each of you are going to find a picture or two on the internet, save it/them to your file, and use Adobe to make them interesting. Feel free to do what you want, but I don't want to see any explicit pictures. Do not plagiarize, I will not be responsible if my students get into legal trouble."
Everyone got to work, Sean finishing up rather quickly and staring at the desktop wallpaper. He began to drift off, swimming in his thoughts and worries, and soon entered another memory of Katarine and him.
++ Flashback ++
Sean leans down and presses his lips against Katarine's, placing his right hand to her neck and rubbing the warm skin softly with his thumb. He closes the gap between him and her, his chest nearly pressing against Katarine's. The next thing Sean knows, he's being pushed away. "Come on." He says softly.
"I really need to talk to you, Sean."
Trying not to frown, Sean looks at the half-scared, half-bothered expression on his girlfriend's face. "What is it?"
"Maybe you should sit down..."
"I'm fine standing. What's wrong, Kat?" Sean's eyebrows furrow with worry, "Is something going on?"
Katarine sits down on her bed, wringing her hands, "I..." She takes a deep breath, "I think that I might be..."
"What? You're not ill, are you?"
Katarine tries to laugh, "I wish that I was."
Sean's expression drops, "You shouldn't talk like that."
Now studying her hands, Katarine tries to put a sentence together. "I think I might be... well, I- I'm late." She says the last part so quickly that it sounds as though she just changed subjects.
"Late?" Sean repeats, not really getting what Katarine is saying.
"I think that I might be pregnant, Sean." Katarine rushes out, still staring at her hands.
Sean stands there, knees wanting to buckle. "You what?" He asks weakly, feeling like he might faint or throw up... both if possible.
Katarine hands her head, "I haven't taken a test yet -I'm too scared to- but..." Her voice trails off again. "What am I going to do? My parents are going to have my head if I am."
"Is it... mine?"
Nodding, Katarine tries to hold back tears. "Of course it's yours."
Sean feels like he's in the Twilight Zone, not knowing what to do or what's going on. His stomach lurches and then twists into a knot, his heart beating rapidly, and all the blood in him rushing to his feet. Sean, scared to an inch of his life, doesn't know what to say... Eventually, panicking, he says. "I, uh, I... I have to go. I'll talk to you later, I promise." And with that, Sean turns around and leaves.
++ End Flashback ++
The only open seat left was by Sean, needless to say Emma would probably kill Mama Onu than sit next to him. She had a disgusted look on her face as she walked to the nearest station; Katarine's computer. "Excuse me. Could you move to a desk in the back, I'd like to sit here." Emma said, rather emotionless.
"I don't know if you notice this," Katarine replied, "But I'm not moving, and I won't be getting out of this seat until the class is over with."
Emma's jaw set for a moment or two, "Maybe all the dye in your hair has effected your brain. I need this seat."
"What you need is," Katarine said still focusing on the computer monitor, "to learn that you can't have everything you want. Move along now."
Facing turning an odd shade of red, Emma storms off to the only open computer. Slamming her books down, she logged into the computer and tried to pretend that Sean was sitting next to her.
With several minutes left until the class began, Sean opened an Instant Message window and tapped the keys on the keyboard before typing "I need to talk to you..." and clicked send. He looked over the computer monitor and willed Katarine to either turn around and look at him or type a message back.
"So you're 'talking' to me through a computer?" Katarine sent back and a few seconds later "I always knew you were too much of a coward to talk to people to their faces."
Sean bit his lip and his fingers slowly found the correct letters, "You don't have to bite my head off." There are no replies after that, but Sean caught Katarine shaking her head.
"All right, class?" Mr. Simpson asked as he walked into the room. He didn't seem to be as angry as usual but, then again, the class barely started. "Today we're going to be working on images. I trust you've all read the sheets I handed out yesterday, so you should know that to do. Each of you are going to find a picture or two on the internet, save it/them to your file, and use Adobe to make them interesting. Feel free to do what you want, but I don't want to see any explicit pictures. Do not plagiarize, I will not be responsible if my students get into legal trouble."
Everyone got to work, Sean finishing up rather quickly and staring at the desktop wallpaper. He began to drift off, swimming in his thoughts and worries, and soon entered another memory of Katarine and him.
++ Flashback ++
Sean leans down and presses his lips against Katarine's, placing his right hand to her neck and rubbing the warm skin softly with his thumb. He closes the gap between him and her, his chest nearly pressing against Katarine's. The next thing Sean knows, he's being pushed away. "Come on." He says softly.
"I really need to talk to you, Sean."
Trying not to frown, Sean looks at the half-scared, half-bothered expression on his girlfriend's face. "What is it?"
"Maybe you should sit down..."
"I'm fine standing. What's wrong, Kat?" Sean's eyebrows furrow with worry, "Is something going on?"
Katarine sits down on her bed, wringing her hands, "I..." She takes a deep breath, "I think that I might be..."
"What? You're not ill, are you?"
Katarine tries to laugh, "I wish that I was."
Sean's expression drops, "You shouldn't talk like that."
Now studying her hands, Katarine tries to put a sentence together. "I think I might be... well, I- I'm late." She says the last part so quickly that it sounds as though she just changed subjects.
"Late?" Sean repeats, not really getting what Katarine is saying.
"I think that I might be pregnant, Sean." Katarine rushes out, still staring at her hands.
Sean stands there, knees wanting to buckle. "You what?" He asks weakly, feeling like he might faint or throw up... both if possible.
Katarine hands her head, "I haven't taken a test yet -I'm too scared to- but..." Her voice trails off again. "What am I going to do? My parents are going to have my head if I am."
"Is it... mine?"
Nodding, Katarine tries to hold back tears. "Of course it's yours."
Sean feels like he's in the Twilight Zone, not knowing what to do or what's going on. His stomach lurches and then twists into a knot, his heart beating rapidly, and all the blood in him rushing to his feet. Sean, scared to an inch of his life, doesn't know what to say... Eventually, panicking, he says. "I, uh, I... I have to go. I'll talk to you later, I promise." And with that, Sean turns around and leaves.
++ End Flashback ++