Whata Week4- Classroom

You’d think we’d have sex in the brand new car, but my legs and pussy and ass was too worked up to do it and Rob was too tired, so that’s on the side for another time.
Rob has practice today so I’m going to have to wait after school for him, but depending on what the announcements say after school, I might have to do photography club or practice mach trails. When you’re the girlfriend of a football player- or fiancee, you have to find some way to keep yourself busy.

Tuesday. Right now we’re in Biology, which by now we don’t do anything but talk considering we have only a few more weeks till graduation. But today we have a substitute. The good thing is that we can sit wherever we want and of course I took the one next to Rob. The bad thing is that our sub is a sub trying to be a teacher so tries to teach us.
When I sat down in my stool next to Rob’s, he gives me a quick kiss on the lips. Ms. Fisher is quick to scold us, but everyone learns to ignore her.
I reach and grab Rob’s hand and place it on my belly

“Two days late” I tell him and he smiles

“How do you know it’s mine?” he laughs and I punch him in the arm, before kissing him. “Did you take the test yet?” he asks.

“I would, but I don’t think it’s safe to take in my house. I have it in my locker, I’ll take it at yours after school”, he bought one last night.

“What about your dad?”

Ouch he hit a mark. Saturday I wanted to tell him, but I choked. I thought I’d tell him at church too, but then that thing with Robbie got in between it. Then I wanted to tell him yesterday, but because Robbie and I had sex again, I missed him because he worked that morning and was asleep before I got home. And lastly, I’m just too scared to speak.
I know he hates Robbie, I know he’ll do something insensible/unreasonable and I know he’ll just take his frustration out on me and my boys. I mean I know I’m eighteen, I can marry who I want, but he just don’t work like that and I’ve been raised to love, fear and respect him and his choices. Which is why…

“I’m going to wait till the graduation party. We can till everyone then.”

He grunts, knowing I just made it so I can tell him including everyone else at the same time. Because dad isn’t the type of man to stand out and be the odd ball, so he won’t yell his disapproval if everyone else is happy about it.

“Do you know what you’re going to do about school?” he asks changing the subject to my great relief.

“The university has a daycare, some students and parents run it. So I won’t be behind.”

He smiles and slouches into his stool sighing, “I can’t believe I’m going to be a dad already”. He didn’t sound disappointed, more excited than anything, which make me smile.

“I can’t believe it actually turned out to be you.” I know how he thought that, like I was going behind his back when he clearly took my virginity, but I meant by him being the father to my baby-babies (My mom side of the family has a thing going on for twins-hint- Micah and Zach).

“Why? Our child development class didn’t hint you off?”- Junior year, we failed.

“You just better not hit this baby with a football or else my foot will meet your balls.” He laughed and placed his arm over my shoulders, pulling me in for a kiss, but is cut off.

“Hey Robbie, did you do the Calculus homework?” Simone asks and I swear I loathe this bitch. I think it was Sophomore year when Robbie dated her. She was my friend during Freshmen year till that. Robbie dumped her a little too fast than normal, way too fast to have had sex with her yet. She clung onto him too much and Robbie doesn’t much like that- unless it’s me and I won’t give him that satisfaction. She made all his football practices, all his games, went to his house every day, called him every day, text him every hour, e-mailed him eight times a day, walked home with him (he didn’t have a car or his permit his Sophomore year) and clung to his arm when he walked down the hall every chance she got. He dumped her in one school week and she hates me because even though then, me and Robbie were just friends she must’ve thought I was having sex with Robbie behind his girlfriend’s back- including hers, so I’m his whore. She even tried to say that she dumped him because he wanted her to do what he was making me do.
What the fuck was he making me do?!
She knew I was abstinent, my father told her himself and even tried to convince her into it too, but she refused, because…
She’s the whore!
After Robbie, she tried out every guy on the football team using her cheer-leading role to help, but failed to get half and got dumped all the same by the other half.
But now, two years later, she’s desperate in getting him back and hates any girlfriend he has, which if you haven’t followed is now me.

“We didn’t have homework for math” Robbie tells her, not even trying to look at her. But by this I can say she’s just trying to stop us from kissing like the Robbie-obsessed-bitch she is.

“Didn’t we?” she asked trying to sound innocent.

“Could you fuck off?” I growl at her and she half flinched. I know she’s scared of me, one of the reasons we were friends in 9th grade was because I could defend her while she ran off with the mouth.

“Why don’t you get fucked?” she growls back and I try my hardest to hide my smile, but Robbie just smiled, making Simone think it was because of her comeback.

I lean forward and whisper a growl so only she can hear, “Maybe if you could turn your ‘fuck off’ you wouldn’t be a STD infected bitch, would you?”

She turned sheet white that grew into a red fury as I pulled away back to my seat laughing softly.