Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 33

"Today feels like a great day, don't you think so, people?" Mrs Sandra, our Biology teacher remarked, her brown eyes roving around the class, with a smile on her lips. "I mean, Friday always feels like a great day, doesn't it?"

The reply from the members of the class didn't exactly reflect her odd enthusiasm. Matter of fact, everyone seemed bored, some slouched over their desks, others reclining into the chairs, arms crossed. I fell into the latter category while Amelia, who I had Biology with every Friday, fell into none.

She sat at the front, just beside the window, which I found a great distraction seeing as almost every minute she was looking out through it, like she was doing now. But then, what did I care? As long as she aced her grades and mine, she might as well learn from the outside of the classroom for all I cared.

"Well, if it doesn't feel like one to you, it does so to me," Mrs Sandra smiled. "Which is why, today, I'll be pairing each and everyone of you with someone for the upcoming Biology project, which, of course, you'll be told about at the end of the class." At this particular statement, the class let out a loud groan of disagreement.

"But we've already had like two projects now," someone from the class said.

"Which is why you're seniors, Aliyah. More projects will keep rolling in in order to prepare you for the bigger picture ahead. College. So quit whining and prep yourselves to receive your partners."

I cast a glance toward Amelia, just to see her reaction. She seemed unfazed. Inattentive even, still staring out the window. If that girl fails one darned test because of her lack of attention, I swear she's gonna leave that seat.

Just so I don't get upset, I looked away from her.

"Now, here's how we'll do this pairing," Mrs Sandra continued, walking back to her table. She picked up a sheet before turning back to the class and leaning against her desk.

"I call your name and you come up here and pick out a female name from the, well, ballot papers on the table, as you can see. This sheet I'm holding now bears only male names, as I'm trying to make this a mixed pairing. Luckily, you all happen to have partners of the opposite gender. No one is left out, so do not fret."

Still, the class fretted. No one was interested in doing any project-me most of all-,or in being put in any such pairs.

"Mind you, no amount of wailing can reverse your being paired," Mrs Sandra waved and then looked back at the sheet in her hands. "Here we go. The first one of you is, in no special order, Aaron Mcdonald."

A ginger haired guy at the middle row stood up and trudged over to Mrs Sandra's desk.

"Pick a paper." Mrs Sandra told him.

He picked up a folded paper amongst the rest and turned to the class.

Unfolding it, he looked up from his hand and said, "Yvonne Mayweather."

The class let out a whoop and a cheer, as if the two of them were becoming a couple or something.

"Great!" Mrs Sandra smiled, writing down Yvonne's name beside his.

"Next, Grant Edwards," she called.

Grant was dark haired and a member of the lacrosse team. That much I knew about him. He stood up from his seat in the second row and walked over to the front of the class. Picking up a paper, he unfolded it, hesitated for a moment before looking up. "Uh, Tracy Anton?"

I almost laughed at his expression. He clearly didn't know who he was being paired with. Tracy might as well be a ghost for all he knew.

"That's me!" A girl with dark hair like his raised her hand at the back of the class.

"Oh," he said, then raised his hand in a thumbs up, dropping the paper back onto the desk.

"Going forward," Mrs Sandra continued. "Jason Davenport."

I blinked, having been taken by surprise. Too soon?

Slowly, I stood up and walked to the front of the class.

"Pick a paper." Mrs Sandra smiled at me.

Looking away from her, I scanned the group of folded papers for a second then reached forward and picked up one from the middle.

I turned back to the class and began unfolding it until I'd completely done so.

At the name on the paper, a smile stretched across my lips. Well, what did we have here?

"Well?" Mrs Sandra asked.

I looked up from the letter then, my eyes on the class.

With a smile, a rather satisfied one, I said, "Amelia Forbes."