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BPOV

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

I looked at Edward.

"I can't do this!" I whined.

"Bella," he laughed. "Its not like we're asking you to donate a lung. Its just school. No one knows."

"But they're going to," I snapped. "Everyone will know and make fun of me."

Edward frowned. "Sense when do you care what people think?" he asked.

I sighed, glancing at the school. "I don't. Its just...Edward, I'm sure its out by now." My arms, which had been crossed, dropped as I placed my hands flat against my stomach. Could I ever do this?

There were only two people I was scared of: Lauren and Jessica. They'd made it their job to make my life hell and then some, and I knew my being pregnant would only fuel their fire. I would have to live with these people for the next six months or so until college...

College, I sighed. Was I even going to—

I couldn't even think about those things now. There were many other things I had to worry about.

"C'mon, Bells," Jasper finally put in, shaking my arm and pulling me out of my thoughts. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, we'll kick their asses if they try to pull any of that shit," Emmett agreed forcefully.

I just stared at them all.

"Bella?" Alice waved a hand in front of my face. "We're all here to support you, okay? There's nothing to worry about."

"'Kay," I breathed, non-believing. Everyone, even Rosalie, gave me a sympathetic look, which I just looked away from. It would be no use trying to fight them. People would find out I was pregnant and no one could stop that.

Edward gave me a long, measured glance. "You guys go on," he finally said, turning to look at Emmett first, then Alice and Jasper. "We'll catch up."

Every all left us alone, walking toward our small school. I'd been dreading this day for so long and now that's here...I could feel the butterflies in my stomach.

"Bella, are you okay?" Edward whispered, resting a hand on my cheek.

I shrugged him away. "I'm just..." I started, but stopped uncomfortably. "This is just too much, Edward."

He embraced me, pulling me close to him as he set a hand on my stomach. I thought I was going to cry. "Bella, everything will be fine," he whispered. "It doesn't matter of everyone knows. It just doesn't. They'll all know eventually."

Pulling away, I looked up at him. "That is so not comforting, Edward," I laughed, before reaching up to kiss his lips quickly. I wiped my eyes gently so I wouldn't have big red marks all over my eyes.

We started toward the school slowly with Edward's arm around my shoulders. I looked around with every step we took, sizing up every set of eyes I met. In seconds I came to the conclusion that no one knew. Naturally, girls were checking Edward out, which I grew to ignore a little more superiorly, but there was nothing knowing about anyone.

Everyone is in the dark, I thought, smiling slightly.

I felt a weird relief about it. Like I could finally breath fully without holding back. But a small part of me wondered how everyone would find out.

"I can transfer to all your classes, Bella, if you want," Edward suggested, paused with his hand on the door to the English building. "So you don't have to be alone," he added.

I shrugged. "I think I'll be fine," I told him. "Your in two of my classes, Alice is in one of my classes, and Emmett's in two."

No matter which class I would be in, I would have someone.

My smile seemed easy, too easy. "Let's go," I said, nudging him forward.

"Someone's happy," he laughed as we entered. I laughed with him, feeling too euphoric for my own sake.

As we smiled, still giggling for no apparent reason, entering the crowded room, everything went silent.

The room was ghostly quiet, like there wasn't nine other people in there. My smile faded and my heart dropped as I stood in the doorway, eyes fastened on the glassy staring faces.

Fuck. My. Life.

When Edward grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the back, where we usually sat, I barely registered it. You didn't need to be a genius to realize that they all knew. I sat down in my seat numbly, taking in the eyes that followed me. When I met them straight on, they all looked down, ashamed. But something told me that I should be the one to feel ashamed.

Ashamed to show my face in public with my new teen pregnancy. Ashamed that I would be a teenage mother, struggling to get by with a child. Ashamed that I would continue my schooling while I made my way through the trimesters of my pregnancy.

And I did feel a small ounce of shame and pity for myself – what was I thinking? What kind of person in their right mind would put themselves through this slow torture? The stares hurt like a thousand beestings and pierced my skin. I watched my lap, avoiding eyes as slow murmurs erupted. I was a second away from hyperventilating and sobbing as tears started pooling in my eyes rapidly.

I felt Edward's arm go around my waist again. "Baby, your crying," he murmured, running his hand over my cheeks and collecting the wetness there.

I nodded bluntly. "I want to go home," I whispered, leaning against his side for support. I could have fallen asleep right then and there, if I hadn't been so upset.

As Edward continued to whisper sweet nothings and I tried to calm my raging nerves, I noticed Angela Weber walking down the alleyway. She looked like the only one ready to brave any contact with the pregnant teenager, to which I was grateful for. I'd always been on a good terms with Angela – she was sweet beyond belief, nothing like the first-class bitches, Lauren and Jessica.

I didn't want to get myself excited or worked up in case Angela actually wanted to talk to me, in case that actually wasn't the right fact.

"Hi, Bella," Angela said softly, quietly, leaning near the edge of the table closest to me. I never felt unsafe with Angela or worried about her insulting me, but for once I felt nervous and on-guard. "Edward," she said much more quietly, nodding once.

He returned the gesture bluntly, still holding me and turning away like he was giving us privacy.

I smiled at her as best as possible. "Hi, Angela," I said weakly, leaning forward and out of Edward's grip so I didn't feel like I was broadcasting my words. "How are you?"

She smiled, more amused than anything. "I think the real question is, how are you?" she asked.

Yes, she is very, oddly, amused.

I opened my mouth for a witty reply, but only a half-laugh, half-gust of air escaped. I looked down shaking my head, because this is the confirmation I'd been waiting for. I could feel Edward's eyes on me, but avoided them at all costs.

Angela's voice was quiet, a whisper that I would be shocked if Edward even heard.

"Your pregnant, right, Bella?" She seemed like maybe she'd been doubting this.

"Yes," I mumbled breathily, nodding once.

She grinned with genuine sweetness. "Well, congratulations," Angela said, voice hushed. "I know you can do it."

The last time I smiled so simply, happily and just so...exultant and delighted, was beyond me. "Thanks," I said earnestly. "That means a lot."

"I know you both can do it," Angela added, glancing over at Edward briefly. Then returning to me, still smiling brightly.

Our teacher walked in then, ceasing all chances at any more stares or conversations. Angela turned quickly and as she started toward her seat, but I grabbed her forearm and pulled her back. I whispered quickly in her ear, "How does everyone know? I mean, I know it's a small town and all, but..." I sighed.

She shifted uncomfortably, looking at the floor to my face.

My heart felt so heavy.

"Alice kind of..." she hesitated. "Alice MySpaced and tweeted it on Twitter," she confessed. "Plus this is a small town," Angela added, making her way quickly to her seat.

I sat in my seat numbly, frozen and hyperventilating as quietly as possible. My anger was bubbling with heat on my face and neck, and I couldn't see the room around me; its was all blurry and a mess. My heart was racing too fast and furiously. How could she do that to me? How could she use those fucking social networking sites to tell the world I'm pregnant?

"Bella!" Edward whispered quickly in my ear. "Baby, listen to me. Are you okay?"

I shook my head fast.

Alice is going to feel the wrath of a pregnant woman that is pissed off.

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-Mickey