MONTH TWO
(ONE SIZE FITS ALL)
Mother Nature wasn't as kind as I gave her credit for. Summer prolonged halfway into autumn delaying my getting use to baggy sweaters and oversized jumpers. I would have rather people thought it was a phase I was going through rather than having them know what I was hiding underneath. However in this case the weather wouldn't have done much to protect me anyway. The rumour mill spread quickly and ferociously at the private (I wonder if 'private' is a deliberate pun on the education systems behalf considering nothing is ever kept private in a private school) school that I attended.
Girls snickered at me behind my back and to my face. Numerous notes were passed regarding me in class. Usually when a teacher catches a student with a note they first read it themselves and then have the student read it aloud to the class as a humiliating punishment. In this case the teachers read the notes and did no more. I suppose in a way that they were trying to protect me, from further humiliation. But there was nothing they could do. Nothing to calm the spreading fire of gossip.
The girls I could handle. The boys...well that's a different story altogether. The hunger in their eyes was sexual, all I could see in their faces was the thought to them that I was just a piece of meat; always have been always will be. And yet that smug grin that hung on their fact said 'she's pregnant, no protection needed'. Some looked at me with disgust. What hypocrites. Once a girl becomes pregnant they don't want her because they know that she's had sex before; they all think she's old and all used up to put in bluntly. And yet for a girl who isn't pregnant and has the reputation of being somewhat easy...well they're all for that! I should know; I've been in both pairs of shoes now and trust me one size does fit all. Before I'd found myself in this situation, I had been that 'easy' going girl. And I'd witnessed more than enough times how the pregnant girls were treated by the boys. Now I'd been on both sides of the line. As the cliché goes, I've seen it all.
It didn't take long for the first one for the term to approach. His eyes screamed hunger. I had an easy reputation; who was I to judge?
Again and again they all came to me, looking for the one guilty pleasure but in different varieties. Sure the number of guys who came to me was down but that was because I was pregnant. Who was I to complain? I was only a pawn (no pun intended).
It wasn't until my eighth week when I realised that these simple school yard shags weren't enough for me anymore. Pressed against the wall of the toilet cubicle while some guy who I shared my English class with tried to make this simple exercise into a porno, I became aware of the fact that I needed to broaden my horizons.