The bell soon rang for all the students to begin to get to their first period classrooms. I broke the hug and stared deep into those olive green eyes before giving her a quick peck and cover our faces before waving good-bye. I put my hand over my stomach and wiped my tears with the other. I know this is a bit of an understatement, but I was exhilarated. I was more than excited now more than ever to be a mother! I could finally have someone who I have a lot of affection for helping me care for my child, and every time I had my hand on my belly, my heart just raced with excitement and anticipation! I could just feel the baby do flips when I got near her and when she said she'd gladly be there for me and my baby.
We didn't have many classes together. We pretty much had English and our sparring class together. Sometimes, when the school would command her, she'd pop into a few of my classes throughout the day to watch the rest of the team. It was never really clear since I shared a lot of the same classes with Tavi and Gwen. My schedule was almost exactly like theirs.
I had to head to math first, unfortunately. It was an advanced math course, too. I love math, though. I just wish it wasn't so goddamn early in the morning! Despite how good I am, math is pure mental abuse to humans! We had just finished trig which I had found pretty easy, but I couldn't quite grasp the whole sequences and series kind of thing for some bizarre and unknown reason. It just didn't quite click with me, and it still doesn't click with me in the slightest. I mean, I can grasp the basic concept of the sequences and material, but I just can't quite move passed that. I'll get it eventually, though. I always do.
I promptly took my seat in the front, which I was assigned since the beginning of the year, with Gwen directly diagonally behind me and Octavia in the back on the far side towards the opposite wall. Gwen and Octavia scooted in shortly behind me with smirks on their faces as if they were suspecting something. "Sooooooooo," Gwen prodded, "What's going on with you and Nebula?"
"What?" I retorted, "What do ya mean."
"Oh no, no, no, Dew. Come on now. Don't lie," she smirked.
"What?"
"That thing between you and Neb in the library," Octavia started almost whispering, "Come on now. Don't play dumb."
"You mean when I asked her to cover for me at the meeting tonight since I have work?" I asked, obviously making an excuse up.
"No, no, no," Gwen said almost giggling and propping herself up on her desk, "We mean the intimacy you two had going on there."
"What intimacy?" I said.
"Quit playing dumb! We saw the both of you!"
"Like the two of you didn't exchange a few kisses back there!" Octavia added, "Come on, Dew," she paused for a moment and continued, "We don't exactly care about the whole… you know."
"Oh!" Gwen shrieked before whispering again, "Ya. We don't… we're not going to judge the two of you… or anything."
"Nothing happened," I stated calmly.
"Dew, be real," Tavi stated out of frustration, "We knew it was going to happen sooner or later. In fact, we were actually waiting and rooting for it to happen."
"Nothing's going on between me and Nebula. We hugged and talked… end of story."
"Right," Gwen said.
"That's it," I said.
Gwen cocked a brow, but Octavia left it at that. She shrugged it off and took her seat shortly after the bell rang for first period to begin. Gwen slid into her chair and took her notebook out and stared at me suspiciously. I sighed. I knew it was bound to happen sooner or later, so I really couldn't complain. I mean, they're two bisexuals! The only reason I didn't want them knowing was because of one basic rule I had set: the less people know, the better.
That got me in a bit of a sour mood which ultimately lead to a sour stomach. Most of the nausea I get is directly due to my mood. Thanks girls for making me feel like I'm going to throw up all over the place. Yes, thank you both. I folded my arms across the desk and used them as pillows. I used one of hands the rub my stomach a bit which really didn't help at all to relieve me of the nausea at all. Any time I actually threw up, it all stayed in my mouth. The actual puke felt more like a bad case of acid reflux than actual vomiting, but I did vomit a few times. It felt like it was one of those times, so it even got me into a fouler mood which led to more nausea, so the cycle would just continue from there.
Rubbing my stomach with my fingertips helped, especially when I applied a little pressure and rub back and forth. I did my best to pay attention which I actually found to be a bit difficult for once. I used my whole palm sometimes to help ease the nausea. I began to rub it up and down. It's actually kind of weird. Through all this nausea, I couldn't help but smile despite how I was feeling physically. With each stroke I'd make, my smile would only get bigger.