So this is the redo of the last couple chapters. I decided to put them together in one BIG chapter instead of many SMALL chapters.
Kim POV
I had stopped talking since Jack found out about… my predicament. I totally babied out on him. I feel like a 2 year old. But, a 2 year old wouldn't be pregnant.
"Are you sure you want to stay?" Jack asked me for the hundredth time. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Same old Kim." He joked. Or at least tried to.
We walked into 1st period. Our teacher, Ms. Rua, came up to us. For the first time today, I didn't hide on instinct. I liked Ms. Rua. She was always a cool teacher, and seemed to connect well with the kids.
"I have you two moved to the back." She said and smiled. I nodded and forged a smile back. Jack and I walked to the back. Jerry and Eddie had finally realized that something was up and backed off. They didn't even smile at Jack and say,
"Nice," when they saw our intertwined hands. We just walked past them without a word. Ms. Rua started the class as the bell rang. We were having a test. One that I did not study for.
Shocker, no really. Jack let me copy him. Ms. Rua either didn't notice or knew that she shouldn't push me because I was on the edge of tears.
After the test, Jack was only focused on me, even thought his book was up to his face. I hit him in the arm and he pretended like it hurt. I smiled a small, but real, smile. The bell rang.
'Let's hope the rest of today goes by that fast.' I thought, gathering my stuff. Jack and I walked out of the class, heading for gym.
"You wanna hold my…" He didn't finish, I grabbed his hand before he had time to.
(I'm gonna try and put something better, *cough* funnier *cough* in the next line break (: )
"Okay, then." Coach Teddy came up to us.
"You two don't have to do gym." He told us. Jack looked to me. I couldn't read his expression, but I could've sworn I saw a hint of plead in his dreamy brown eyes. I looked at him and forged another smile, immediately frowning after. He sighed.
"She says she wants too." He said sighing again. Coach raised an eyebrow.
"And how do you know? Did you read her mind?" He asked.
"No, I just know her looks." He said looking at me. I could've sworn I smiled, but when he didn't smile back, I thought I didn't. Coach shrugged. We decided not to dress out, so we wouldn't have to go to our separate dressing rooms. We walked in with the coach, and as soon as we got in,
"Teddy!" Screams were filled all over the room. Coach Teddy was the most popular gym coach of all gym coaches. Of course, I hid behind Jack. He didn't turn around but he backed out of the gym.
"Kim, I know you're scared. Why are you here? I think you should go home." He told me. I shook my head. He sighed.
"Since when do you sigh so much?"
"Since you… Kim?" I said, and then realized, I said that. We walked back into the gym, immediately started doing our laps. At first we jogged. Now we slowed to a walk.
"I don't think it's good for you to be exercising." He said. Simple Jack. So predictable. Always worrying about others. That's his fatal flaw. Loyalty.
"Jack…" I started.
"Well, what do we have here?" A voice rang out from in front of us. Drew. I hid behind Jack, again.
"What do you want Drew?" He asked.
"Hey Jack. Kim." She said, eyeing me behind Jack.
"I said, what do you want Drew?" Jack said as calm as he could, but anyone who knew Jack, would be able to tell that he was cussing at her inside.
"What are you doing with her?" Drew said, making a disgusting sound at the word, 'her'.
"You should be with me." Drew said pleading.
"No, please go away now. Now." Jack said. Drew rolled her eyes, obviously not fazed by Jack telling her off.
"Okay, but when you're ready…"
"Never." Jack smirked.
"… come find me." Drew winked at him, as if this whole conversation had never happened.
"You okay?" Jack asked, turning around to meet my eyes. I looked up, and nodded. We continued doing our laps.
"Hate her." I whispered. Since Jack giggled, I figured he heard me.
(Okay, so the NEXT line break will be funny, and it will be dedicated to pugluver64, LUV YA PUG!)
Science. Joy. Why do we have to have science? I mean, who cares about the types of energy, and the states of matter?
"Jack…"
"Do you wanna go home?" He asked quickly.
"No… I just… I have to go to the bathroom." I said.
"Okay…" He looked around the classroom. Everyone was doing their class work or goofing off. Mostly the second one.
"Give me your planer." I reached into my backpack and took out my planner. I wrote a pass, for me and Jack.
"Come on," he whispered to me. I stood up quietly and walked to the door, walking as far away from my classmates as possible. Jack went up to Mrs. O'hern and got her to sign the pass. She gave me a smile on our way out.
"You okay?" Jack asked me the millisecond we got out of the class.
"No, I'm not looking forward to Ms. Morris coming up to me next period and trying to talk me about… it."
"Because she's not understanding?"
"Exactly. I mean, she just can't take a hint." I said, walking into the bathroom. No one was inside.
"You can come in." I called to Jack. I walked into a stall just as he came in. I just sat down, when I heard another voice.
"What are you doing in the girl's bathroom?" I heard Jack stutter before answering.
"Oops." He said and scurried out. I looked through the crack and saw,
"Drew, can you hand me the lipstick?" Stacy and Drew. The two meanest people in the world, and they were standing right outside the stall, doing their make-up. Of course.
I finished and flushed the toilet. I heard a gasp from outside, and I guessed that they didn't know that they weren't the only ones in here.
I walked out of the stall and walked to the sink. I looked back at the girls and saw a flash of shock show through their eyes, but it quickly faded as fast as it came.
"How was gym?" Stacy asked. I was still washing my hands. I looked up at the mirror and saw that they were closer to me than they were before.
"Fine." I whispered.
"Oh get over yourself!" Drew screamed.
"Just because Jack is clinging to you because you were raped doesn't mean he likes you! He's just too nice!" I moved farther into the corner.
'How do they know about it?'
"I mean, it's obvious that he likes us. He's just playing hard to get." I couldn't talk. Not even enough to say that she was a wrong as crap.
"Please…" I started. Just then, Officer Rogers came bursting into the girl's bathroom, followed by a very distraught Jack.
"What's going on in here?" He looked to Drew and Stacy with a look of disgust, and me with a look of sympathy. Apparently he knew I was the victim.
"Go to class." He said to my enemies. Jack scooted closer to me. As soon as they all left, I hugged Jack so hard, I was pretty sure he would have a pretty big bruise on his back.
"It's okay Kim." We snapped out of our hug right as the bell rang. We were in no hurry to get to next period.
(Pancake?)
Jack and I walked against the walls to 4th period. Yay, Mrs. Morris with Careers.
"Hey, Mrs. Morris, sorry were late. We…" Jack said, as he realized the room was empty, other than the teacher.
"We have first lunch." She said with a fake smile, the one I knew held back her pinched face. She was the stupidest teacher in the school. No offense, never mind, offense.
"Thanks…" Jack said, nodding. We walked out of the room and headed for the lunch room.
"Kim, do you have your…" Jack asked, only to realize that I had no lunch packed. "Are you going to be able to stand in line?"I nodded my head after slight hesitation.
Actually the lunch line was no trouble. When we got into the cafeteria and sat down, that's when I began to hyperventilate.
I saw Mr. Stauffer come into the lunch room. Some noticed him, and smiled. I saw him, but did not smile. I knew what he was going to do, as he did it often.
'Please,' I thought. 'No…'
"Red Robin!" Mr. Stauffer screamed. I cupped my hands over my ears and closed my eyes.
"Yum!" about every kid in the cafeteria yelled. (A.N. This actually happens at my school. It is quite amusing. This happened today and I just had to put it in this chapter.)
"Oh, come on!" the teacher screamed. "I think you can do better than that!" He smiled and turned all around the lunchroom.
"No, please." I whispered.
"Kim…" Jack said, putting his arms around me and trying to motion me off the bench.
"Red Robin!" Mr. Stauffer yelled, cupping his hands over his mouth so he could be heard loud and clear.
"Yum!" Screamed the kids. It radiated off the walls and seamed to close me in. I dropped to the floor right behind me.
"Kim!" Jack screamed.
"I'm good…" I whispered more to myself than to Jack. He grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up. He grabbed my shoulders and led me out of the lunchroom, every eye on us. The whole room silent.
When we got to the door, a custodian with a British accent stood in front of us.
"Where do you two think you are going? You are not allowed to leave the lunchroom. Rule come from principal, not momma." She raised her eyebrows at how close we were standing next to each other.
I looked to her, then around the room. I spotted Jerry, Eddie, and Milton getting out of the lines, holding their trays. Their faces obviously showed wonder, but also encouragement, thinking we were… dating.
I gave him a look that probably said something along the lines of, 'Emergency! I'm gonna die here!'
Jerry caught it and Milton and Eddie responded with a face full of, 'Huh?'
Jerry nodded slowly, and then looked at his tray.
"Uh, I… uh… FOOD FIGHT!" He picked up a piece of slop that looked suspiciously like something you would find out of a dog food can, and threw it at Milton, who gave him a look of shock through the red goo.
The rest of the student body started laughing and continued the fight.
Mashed potato soup flew to one side; chicken noodle popcorn flew to another. A can of nacho stroganoff hit one kid in the head. (A.N. This is what me and my friends call this stuff because that's what it looks like, and it probably has this stuff in it…)
I managed to stifle a laugh before I was pulled out of the room and into the hallway. But not without seeing the British custodian scream and running around the room.
"Aye! More messes for momma to clean!" She screamed, throwing her washcloth to the ground.
"You okay?" Jack asked.
"Jerry," I said. "He's gonna get in trouble isn't he?" Jack nodded.
"I shouldn't have said anything." I said.
"But," Jack said. "You didn't." I sighed.
"I sent him a look." I whispered.
"Did you're look say to start a food fight?" Jack asked. "Because if it didn't, which is what I believe, Jerry did that on his own turf."
"Well," I said. "His 'turf' is about to suspended."
"Very funny," Jack said, cracking a smile. "But, you do know that we have to go to class soon?"
"Why, of course I do," I smirked. "But I don't want to."
"You can get out of class and get a detention for skipping," He said.
"Then, I'll do that," I said. "Since you suggested." I walked out of the hallway into the bathroom.
"But," Jack said, walking in. "You can't!"
"But," I whined. "You said to!"
"It's only been one day and you're already having mood swings," He mumbled as I walked into a stall.
"Heard that," I said, closing the door.
"I know you did," He said. "That's why I said it."
"You're mean," I smiled.
"I try my hardest." I finished and walked out. I washed my hands and leaned against the wall.
"But, seriously," I said. "Can we please skip class?"
"No!" Jack yelled, not so much ashamed of me, just trying to be a good influence.
"Fine," I muttered, and slid down the wall. Jack sat next to me.
"Kim," Jack said. "Do you mind if I ask a question?"
"You just did," I laughed.
"No, seriously," Jack said. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead," I said.
"You won't take it the wrong way?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I promise," I said.
"Well," Jack started. "Are you… Ya know, gonna keep the baby?" I widened my eyes.
"You promised!" He screamed, about to stand up.
"No," I said, grabbing his arms and pulling him down slowly. "It's fine."
"You're not offended?" He asked, sitting down.
"No," I said. "I don't want to kill a child that has never seen the world. If your meaning giving birth and then adoption, no. I want my baby to know her mother. I love her."
"Yeah, well," Jack said. "Love is evil spelled backwards."
"No," I pointed out. "It's evol, spelled e-v-o-l. It's two totally different words."
"How much do you get paid for being so annoying?" Jack asked with a smile.
"Minimum wage," I smiled back.
(Haha, yes that was it. I don't care, because right now, you're thinking, 'Stupid..' but it's me and pug's thing)
"Okay Kim," Jack said. "Do you really need to clutch me that hard?" I looked to his arm where I was grabbing it. It had ten deep nail marks.
"Oops," I released him. "Sorry."
"Don't apologize," Jack said. "You know I hate it when people say 'sorry'."
"Sorry," I said, then realized what I said. "Darn it." (Me and pug go through this a LOT)
"Ha ha, it's okay." Jack said. I smiled and looked to Mrs. Morris.
"Okay class, finish page ten in your interactive notebook. Give it to me when you're done." She said, in her deep man voice, the one I've come to hate terribly.
"Uh, Mrs. Morris," Said Mr. Goody Two Shoes in the back of the room. "We did page ten a week ago."
"Oh, thank you Davis," Mrs. Morris smiled a fake smile.
"It's Devon," He said.
"Right, sorry Daren." She turned around to sit down and Devon sighed loudly.
"Mrs. Morris?" Jack asked.
"Who said that?" She said, looking up from her novel on Moby Dick.
"Me," Jack said.
"Yes, Jason?" She asked.
"It's Jack," He said slowly.
"Yes, of course," Mrs. Morris said, putting her book down. "What did you need Jim?"
"It's…" Jack started. "Never mind. What page are we supposed to do?"
"I already said." She told him.
"Uh, no you didn't." He told her.
"Yes, I did," Mrs. Morris said.
"No, you kinda didn't." He reassured her.
"Class," She said, looking out to the bored students eating and not hiding their Smarties, then candy we were not allowed to have in school. Wanna know why? Kids were starting to smoke them. Yeah, you heard me right. They crushed the inside partially, then opened one end and started smoking it. (A.N. True story.) "Can someone tell Jeff what page we are supposed to do?"
"You haven't told us!" The screamed, annoyed.
"Oh," She stuttered. "Why didn't you just say so? It's page 16." She sat back down and picked up her book. The rest of the class stared at her for a few seconds, and then opened their notebooks to the page we were supposed to work on. Most didn't even work. They continued smoking their Smarties.
I starred at Mrs. Morris, wondering how she was even a teacher. I noticed that she had a puzzled look on her face. She was trying to read the book, but she was holding it upside down.
"Ah!" She screamed, throwing the book across the room. "The words are upside down!" She scrambled in her seat so she was standing on it. "The world's coming to an end!" Some of class stared at her, while the rest laughed until they fell out of their chairs.
"I love this class," I said.
(Now, I'm not sure who to dedicate this one to… so this is for everyone I've EVER pm'd.. Uh, that HASN'T been a B-word to me. I've got about 4 or 5 that have)
"Hello Mrs. Waters." I mumbled as I sat down in the back of my math class. Jack followed and sat next to me, taking out his notebook.
"Uh, Kim," she said in a voice like, 'Are you stupid?' "Your seat is right there." She pointed to a chair in the very front of the room, next to Maximilian, the obnoxious kid. (He's in my math class too, and he IS obnoxious)
"I…"
"Mrs. Waters…" Jack raised his hand, not waiting to speak. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" He got up and walked into the closet without Mrs. Waters even answering him.
Mrs. Waters looked to me before she walked into the closet, obviously scared. The door closed and you could hear quiet whispers. Too quiet to make out any words.
I reached into my backpack and pulled out my notebook and set it on the desk. When I looked up, I saw that all eyes were on me.
"2 times in one day, really!" I screamed and stood up. I looked at every eye, and all of them turned away when it was their turn to receive my glare.
I sat down in my seat, making an even bigger scene. Mrs. Waters and Jack walked out. He walked to his desk casually, as if he just walked into the room from the restroom, not giving his teacher a lecture.
Mrs. Water, on the other hand, practically ran to her desk and pick up a red bowl from under it. She ran to me quietly, catching every kid's eyes.
"Candy?" She asked, a little too quickly. I stared at her, then gave Jack a look like, 'What did you do?'
"Uh, sure," I said, picking out a lollipop. "Thanks." Mrs. Waters smiled apologetically and backed away. I took off the wrapper and stuck the pop in my mouth.
"That's not fair!" Shouted one kid.
"We should get candy too!" Shouted another. Screams like this were heard all over the room.
"Quiet down!" Mrs. Waters shouted louder than necessary. The kid's screamed died almost instantly.
"Thank you," She said, talking calmly, as if she didn't just scream. "Now turn to page 58 in your textbook and do problems 1-30, odds." She turned and walked to her desk.
All the kids scrambled to get their textbooks and opened up to the page. It was dead silent, in a creepy way, not in a Yay-it's-quiet-so-I-can-focus-on-my-work way.
I opened to the page and looked at number 1. Find x. 'Well, duh! It's right there!'
I looked to Jack to ask if he was serious, but when I looked at his notebook, he was already on number 5.
I did a O_o face, at him until I thought my eyes would pop out. (Haha, sowwy puggy… :P)
When he finally looked up, my eyes had started twitching, and he was already on number 17, when I was still on number 1.
He burst out laughing and tried to cover his mouth. I quickly faced my work and pretended like I hadn't been making WTF faces at Jack.
I stole a glance up, and saw all eyes on Jack. He had his head on his desk, still laughing. He attempted to stop laughing, but when he looked at me, he burst out laughing again.
Even I could help but smile, even laugh a little. Suddenly, the whole class burst out laughing. I was laughing with Jack, he was laughing with me, and the class was laughing with the both of us.
Mrs. Waters just stood at the front of the class, mid-homework check.
A girl walked in with a clipboard. "Mrs. Waters…" Then she saw everyone laughing, and Mrs. Waters wasn't, she quickly backed out of the room as if she had never entered it. It just made the whole class laugh harder.
(I was gonna put something funny down, but I wanted to save it for one of FB stories, so everyone gets free pancakes! Yay! *insert smiley face here*)
6th period was the easiest of the whole day. Mrs. Palmer, my language arts teacher, was out today, so Mrs. Slusher was our sub.
All we had to do was watch a video about Greek Mythology and name all of the gods and goddesses and they're what they were the god/goddess of.
I'm getting SUPER bored of this chapter. Try to bear with me, 'cause I'll try and make the last period short, and I had something funny to put on the bus ride home, so just about 300 more words) 3,648
Last period of the day and I hadn't exploded yet. New record.
Jack and I had band. Call me a geek, but band is fun. I play flute, while he plays trombone, so this will be the only period where he won't sit right next to me, but I think I'm good. My friend Maylina (my real friend) and Frances (another real friend) sat on either side of me.
They didn't know, I didn't plan on telling them. I never really talked during class in the first place, so me not talking much didn't make much of a difference.
"Trombone's, you sank the ship. You sank our pirated ship." Our teacher, Mrs. Singletary (pro flute player), put her baton down and gave a smirky glare to them. I looked through the French horn players to see Jack looking at me.
He gave me a look and mouthed, 'Oh shut up'. I gave him a look and mouthed, 'You know I can't'.
"Start from measure 25, trombones." She turned the metronome up louder. "Better?" She picked up her baton and ch'd the tune they played. She motioned for them to start playing and they played it correctly.
"Now 25, add trumpets." After we actually got through the piece, slowly but surely, she flipped a page on her music stand.
"Peace like a River." Everyone turned their pages to the next song. "Do you know why we put Peace in the middle of our three songs?"
No one answered, well duh. "First we punch them with Ritmico (the song we just did), then we sing them a lullaby: Peace. And then we punch them with some Pirates (of the Caribbean). So make this lullaby legato (smooth and connected), and keep the other songs staccato (rough and detached)."
She held up her baton and slowly moved her head to the percussionists in the back of the room. Grayson was getting ready with his xylophone (not the colored, kindergarten one), and the others were setting up they're instruments.
"Sorry percussion. We'll do another run-through when you're ready." Then she looked to the flutes (me). "But we're not likely to get through the first few measures so we're good." She lifted her baton and we all started playing.
Flutes had the melody till measure 5, while everyone else had whole notes (4 beats). At 5, we played a whole note while the clarinets took over on a melody of they're own. We rested for 7 measures while the other instruments had whole notes again.
Right as we were about to play, Mrs. Singletary cut us off and we put our flutes down in a triumphant way.
"Sorry flutes," She said, not so sorry. "Low brass (tubas, trombones, bassoon, baritone, and French horns) trumpets, and saxophones. Quiet, down. Clarinets have the melody and I can't even hear them. They're right in front of me!" True, they were. Front row and second row on the left was clarinets, flutes on the first row, right side.
"Saxes," She looked to them, who were in the middle, second row. "You're playing a 14 out of 5. Go in Jazz band if you wanna play loud. There, you aren't loud enough."
"Tubas…" She looked to the right side, back row. "Actually, you are pretty good. That does include Michael." Said boy stood up and held his baritone in the air, giving a small 'whoop' before sitting down. Everyone laughed, including our teacher/conductor.
"Sidney and trombones," She turned to behind the flutes, second and third row. "Not really Sidney, she's great at bassoon, but trombones need to cool it." I smirked at Jack, but I don't think he saw me.
"Horns," She turned to beside Sidney, second row. "You three have to tone it down by about 1. You're playing a 6 and I need a 5." She picked up her baton and smiled at all of us. "Start where the clarinets take over the melody."
"Ugh…" The flutes said, putting our flutes up for our four beats of Eb, then 7 measures of rests.
(I already know I'm WAAAAYYYYY past 300. 4,331 - 3,648 = 683… oops)
On the bus, I had to listen to three people I didn't even know talk about a song.
"Found a peanut, cracked it open, it was rotten, died anyway, went to heaven didn't want me... haha." Blake, the only boy said, even though he got the rhythm, and words wrong.
"Found a Blake, ate a cake, went to the lake, got a belly ache, found a steak, wore a rake, kissed a snowflake." He joked.
"Found a Maryl, ate a barrel." Sara tried to find something funny. "Found a Sara… nothing rhymes with Sara."
"Maryl Harris," Maryl said. "Went to Paris, went on a Ferris Wheel." I started laughing, trying to hide it in my backpack.
"The bus ceases to amuse me."
4,458. Pretty good for me. This is probably the last you'll hear from this story till summer. Only like 3 weeks from now. I seriously have 13 days left of school. Minus days because of my field day, for STAR, and my chorus field trip to Disney.
Field day: My team is called District 14, based off of Hunger Games. 14 because we have 14 people in our group. We're supposedly ninjas..? So our chant is, "I'm a ninja, I'm a, I'm a ninja." Our dominant color is green, but black is also one of our colors. I already decorated my green shirt and ripped it artistically. I just need to get black Sophie's, because our group decided that girls will wear black Sophie's and guys wear black basketball shorts.
Chorus to Disney: We perform a 25 minute show and then play all day in Epcot. Know what sux? My mom's a chap. and she's trying to wear he fanny pack. I said to her, "If you even TRY, to wear your fanny pack, I will cut the strap so you can't wear it and help a pregnant duck give birth in it." That's really what I said.