I've been ticking everyday slowly as the baby grows bigger and bigger inside me. The clock ticks in silence as my body aches for freedom. I tap my pen against the desk then rest my cheek on my sweaty palm. The painful sound of the chalk scraping against the black board kills my ears and don't even get me started on how hot it is in here. Try being six month pregnant, trying to hide it by wearing over-sized sweatshirts in the middle of May and still in high school.

It was only three months ago when I found out I was pregnant and my boyfriend wanted me to get rid of it but something changed him...he wanted me to keep her for the both of us. I'm the one in suffering, no one knows about my six month old baby bump apart from Kyle and sure hope none of the kids notice before summer vacation.

I feel the urge to shove my books off the desk and sleep right here and now. My eyes begin to close but an object hitting my back startles me a little. I look on the floor and there lies a small scrunched up piece of paper. I make sure the teacher is turned away before I reach for the paper. My fingers only brush off the top. The huge bump resist against my bending and prevents me from reaching any further. Oh lord no! Come on Sasha, just strain some more then you'll be able to grab the paper. My muscles strain and contract and the more I push myself, the last breath I have left to breathe. Who would of thought, reaching for a piece of paper while pregnant could of been so difficult.

After numerous attempts, I finally grasp the paper in my hand then let out a deep exhale of relief. I sit back upright and read the note:

Stay awake ;). T, x

I smile before turning around to face Texas who has a huge grin on her face. Just then someone enters the class room. Probably one of those tenth graders. The boy walks up to my teacher and hands her note which she quickly reads. I wonder what its about. She looks up at me straight after she's finished reading.

"Sasha, the principle would like to see you in her office," she quietly explains with her soft husky voice. What now? She already excluded both me and Kyle for a week because of the fight that happened a few month ago. And since then I've been a good girl.

Lexi's still in hospital and Jacob is nowhere to be seen. I slowly get up from my chair, collect my things then exit the classroom. I make my way up to the principle's office, and she looks more than ready when I take a seat opposite her. I look around the room for inspiration as she taps her finger repeatedly against her chin, while her eyes glare at me up and down.

"You're slacking, Sasha. You're really slacking," she starts with a cool and collective tone. I cock my head to the side and screw my eyebrows at her. Now what is she on about?

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Your grades in Science, Maths and Literature have gone down immaculately in the space of a few months, you've been turning up to school late-toilet breaks every five minutes and don't even get me started on how the class desks have become your very own sleeping pillow, during lessons."

Oh no. Does she know? Please she can't know. I fiddle with my fingers as I peer at her through my dark lashes. "I don't know what you're talking about, miss," I gulp.

"Well then maybe we should call your mother and ask her if she knows what's going on with you?-"

"No! Don't do that!...Please..." My voice fades into a silent whisper. "I'm only six months," I softly continue as I bow my head down to my feet then twirl my fingers around each other.

"You're only seventeen...you're graduating next year." Make me feel more guilty don't you. "I mean...how did this even happen?"

I look up at her stupid question and knot my eyebrows closely together so I end up scowling at her. "I had sex, Miss Lareese," I blatantly state as if its the most obvious explanation in the whole world.

"Th-that's not what I meant!" Oh its not? Please elaborate further. "You were one of my high over-achieving students and now you've just sunk right to the bottom of the pile, Sasha. And unfortunately because of your condition you won't be able to catch up on all your lessons and graduate in time."

"What you trying to say? I'm not good enough for your fancy school?" I yell.

"No, Sasha...I'm afraid I'm going to have to exclude you-period." I raise my brows at her and my heart sinks in dispair. "This school cannot let its graduation rate go down because of one pregnant teenager who wasn't able to graduate on time-I mean...imagine the kind of impression we give off about the school...I'm so sorry. But the decision has been made. This is your last year here."

No this can't be my last year. I want a future for me and the baby. Her words drown my thoughts and the picture of me homeless on the street with a wining baby overshadows my non existing thoughts. I can't end up like that! "I'll graduate before the year is over!" I quickly babble, before noticing what I had actually said myself.

Are you fucking crazy, Sasha? "Excuse me?"

"I can do it, Miss. You know I can. And therefore if I graduate early, after the baby's born I'll be able to go college like I've always wanted to. Please let me sit the exam along with the seniors this year and I promise you, I won't let your graduation results go down!"

She stares at me with a clear unsure look on her pretty pale face then runs her fingers through her hair. "I'm not sure if that's even possible-"

"Well then make it possible! Look...just think of it this way. If I'm known as the student who graduated high school early, then you'll be known as the best school in America." Now that's an offer she cannot resist, knowing how pig-headed she is about wanting the school to be all successful and shit.

She glares at me and I know she's taking time to think. Oh please say yes! She deeply exhales before she takes out some files from her desk drawer then slams it on the desk in front of her. "On July the 24th, 25th and 26th you will sit your exams with the seniors in the exam hall. Three papers per day...you think you can cope?"

A huge smile takes form on my face. I know I can do this. "Yes...yes! I can cope. I won't let you down, Miss...I promise!"

She twitches her lips up to a half smile before she quickly scribbles on the pieces of paper she had brought out earlier. "You can go home now," she quickly dismisses me with the flick of her wrist. I look up at the clock and something's not right.

"But its only quarter to three." I pout my lips then cock my head to the side at the funny hands on the clock as the big one slowly swerves away from the nine.

"I know."

"I should get back to class in that case then?"

"No you should be at home, resting and revising." Yeah those two methods don't go well together. You can't rest will revising. But you can definitely stress while revising.

"Erm...o-okay?" I slowly push myself off the chair then make my way up to the door.

"Oh and one more thing!" She calls out, making me turn around and face her. "Congratulations on the baby," she cheerfully exclaims, with a huge courageous smile on her face as her golden eyes glisten will glee. And this is genuinely, the only time I've actually seen her looking actually quite happy and less depressed, like someone's just thrown a bucket of ice over her in the middle of winter.

"Thank you, Miss...erm have you heard any news about Lexi and Jacob?" I slowly question her.

She looks up and peers at me with confusion. "Well...-Alexis! Have you heard any news about those two?" I quickly correct myself, knowing that Lexi's full name is actually Alexis, and she just abbreviates it to 'Lexi' so it rhymes with 'sexy'. That's my fucked up generation for you.

"Oh! Well, Alexis is still in hospital and I don't think she will be recovering any time soon and well...no one knows where Jacob's run to. Not even his own family knows where he's gone. And obviously they don't want to call the police because that's just going to give the media something to write about-like its not everyday one of the richest kids in America goes a-wall for more than three months." She has a point. "But either way, they've both been permanently expelled, just like Kyle has and you just had a lucky escape, most probably because you were the only one who admitted you were wrong and your alibi was the actual truth,"

I guess 'honesty is the best policy' actually comes in handy. But-Jacob? Missing? I just can't picture that. "So they're not even going to hold out a private investigation for him?"

"No because as far as they're concerned, he' still sending them text messages saying that he's okay and everything, so at the moment, they're just hoping that he'll go back to them."

"How can they be so sure?" I silently question myself.

"Pardon?" Miss Lareese interrupts.

I flick my eyes back to her. "Nothing. Thanks for your time, Miss Lareese!" I quickly yank the door handle down and exit the room, closing the door super carefully behind me. I make my way out the school and spot Parker waiting me outside with his car.

Oh yeah! Kyle suggested he drove me any where I want nowadays because of my so called "condition". I even have a dressing maid called Ella and a cook named Julietta. I hold my hand up at Parker and he slowly waves back. His dark ginger hair blows in the furious wind and I can spot his powerful sea blue eyes from a mile away.

"You're out early," Parker states as he holds open the passenger door for me and I slowly slide in, holding the bottom of my bump as I take a seat.

"Yeah, the principle dismissed me early today. And boy am I starving!"

He lightly scoffs before he shuts the door then makes his way into the driver's seat. We drive quickly towards the house, and all the way I can't stop thinking about my early graduation plan. I mean, will Kyle support me? Will he flip out? I'll never understand this boy unless he opens up to me. Parker carries my back inside even though I keep insisting that I'm more than capable, as I slowly trail behind, cupping my stomach with every baby step.

Shit! I'm tired already? My body feels heavy and I never thought this baby baggage would be a lot to carry. I eventually make it up the stairs with a little help from Parker, and as I walk in the house is smelling remarkable delicious. Julietta has definitely been cooking her socks off. She never forgets my favourite after a long day at school.

"Julietta that smells good!" I loudly call out as I slide my flats off my feet and give her a huge grin from the doorway. I spot Kyle by the counter with his head in his hands and a whole bunch of papers in front of him. I screw my eyebrows at my hardworking baby.

"I hope you're hungry!" She calls back.

Let me think about that. "Actually I'm not that hungry, just really tired." I shoot a quick sly look to Kyle, and boy, am I waiting for his reaction.

Kyle flicks his eyes to me and raises his left brow at me. "What do you mean you're not hungry? How can you not be hungry?"

"I don't know...because my stomach doesn't want food at the moment?" I speak as if its the most blatant explanation in the world.

"You must have lost your mind," he mutters as he continues to glare at his papers.

"Where's Ella?"

"She's upstairs getting your clothes ready." Ready? Ready for what? "There's a gift for you behind the door. I want you to wear it." I shoot a look at both Parker and Julietta and they both shrug their shoulders at me. This boy is so unpredictable.

I pull my heavy over-sized jumper over my head to expose my big stomach from underneath the vest fabric. I can feel myself burning up. "You look flustered," I hear Kyle remark with his eyes glued to me.

"She's heavy to carry around."

I make my way up the stairs and Kyle offers to help me but I insist that I'm more than capable of walking up a few steps to get up to the second floor. As I enter the bedroom, I already spot Ella cleaning up the bed and dusting the surfaces. Her bleach blond hair is up in a high bun and she has a white bandanna crossed as a bow around her head. Her bright brown eyes immediately lights up when she sees me. She drops her feather dust and hurries over to me, only to grab me into a subtle embrace. She may be my maid, but I class her as a friend, ever since Lara left for London to pursue her dreams. And I don't blame her for doing what makes her happy. I just wished she had time to talk to me more.

"How's my little baby boo doing?" She cheerfully sings as she places both her hands on my large stomach then holds her ear up close to it.

"You talking about me or the baby?" I tease just as she rises off the ground then holds me at arm's length.

"The baby...obviously!" I turn my head to the back of the door and spot an outfit on a hanger, but I can't see what the clothing is because its been suited up in its opaque black over-coverage jacket.

"Is that for me?"

"Yeah, Kyle bought it for you. I've ran you a hot bath already and when you're done, we get the dress on, do your hair and your make up, then Kyle has a surprise for you!"

I nod my head in understanding, then quickly make for the bath. She really knows how I admire my baths. Lots of bubbles, lavender scented foam and scented rose candles around the side of the tub. The mood here is absolutely gorgeous. I take forever in the bath, letting the water soak through my soul and really relax my soar limbs and muscles. I run my fingers over the disgusting stretch marks on my stomach and all of a sudden want my old figure back. I want my old life back. I can't raise a baby at seventeen. I'm still a child myself. But I desperately want something that symbolises both me and Kyle, and this baby will definitely do that if I decide to keep it.

I hop out the bath, dry myself, cream, then head out the bathroom with a with a towel carefully wrapped around my body, knowing perfectly well that both Parker and Julietta will be downstairs. I creep back into the bedroom, where Ella has the outfit lied down on the bed and make-up all ready and set up by my dressing table.

"You are a star," I giggle as I shut the door behind me, then make my way to the drawers to pull out a bra and some panties.

"Yeah I get called that a lot," she giggles. She turns her back towards me so I'm able to slip on my panties (which let me remind you, takes ages nowadays) then hook on my bra. "You done?" She questions me with a little humour behind her soft pitchy tone.

"Yes...you can turn around now."

She quickly rotates and makes her way towards the zipped up hidden dress, lying flat on the bed. She picks it up by the hanger then slowly zips it down. The tension is too much for me. The jacket falls straight off, and inside to reveal a beautiful white A-Line, chiffon, floor length dress with an empire line and a diamond studded over-bust above it with diamond straps. The fascinating material reflects perfectly over the lighting, making every detail look effortless and phenomenal. Ella looks gobsmacked and I'm just as surprised as her. The dress is beautiful and I can wait to put it on.

"Its so beautiful," I slowly murmur as my greedy eyes scour the perfect delicacy up and down and every other angle that catches my eye. "And he bought this all by himself?"

"Yeah he did, he was stressing about what dress to buy you all morning. I'm so jealous," Ella chuckles as she un zips the back of the dress and signals for me to raise my arms up.

I do as I'm told and let her slide the dress over my head and then drape around my upper body. I put my arms through the straps as Ella struts behind me and carefully starts to zip up the back. I hold my stomach with both my hand as the zipper slowly rides up the spine of my knackered back. She won't let me look in the mirror until she's finished with my hair and make-up. I feel the soft chiffon material sway freely against my body and supports both my breast and bump well. She quickly runs over to the dressing table and black out the mirrors with a black sheet before she comes back to me and leads me to sit down on the dressing table chair.

"So I was thinking less is more. Maybe thick heavy eyelashes, cat eyes and keep it very neutral on the eye shadow, lips and cheeks." I never know what she's talking about, but it always looks stunning in the end.

"You do whatever you think will look best," I smile before I prepare myself for Ella's make up therapy.

Her hands move incredibly quick, grabbing brushes, pallets and flicking things here and there all over my face. When she's finally finished, she moves onto my hair. She grabs the brush and brushes my hair all to the back and thinks of a style. She poses my hair in different hairstyles and pulling funny faces while she's at it. She finally decides on putting my hair all up in one doughnut then sticking diamond pins around it - making it look flattering and very presentable - well at least, that's how I hope it looks, considering she's blacked out all the mirrors so I don't even know how the dress looks on me or the bump.

"Do I look good?" I shyly question her.

"One hot looking mama!"

"Don't push it...now can I please, please look in the mirror!" I beg, bringing my hands up to my chest like a little child. She nods her head before she leads me up to the full length mirror then quickly rips the drape away from it to reveal me-my stunning reflection.

The first thing that catches my eye immediately is the dress. The fitting is perfect and so are the little diamonds gems all over the front top. My cleavage looks amazing and the empire line really supports the bump well, making it look smooth and delicate. My hair and make-up goes really well together. She's done a brilliant job on everything over the past three month and I really don't know what I can give in return. She pulls out a pair of white flat ballerina pumps from a shoe box then helps me slide them on. I stare at them confusingly.

"Kyle didn't want to risk anything with the buying you heels," Ella rapidly explains before I can even open my mouth to object.

I lightly nod in understanding before grabbing onto my clutch bag and a furry white shrug with the crossed white silk bow at the front. I thank Ella over and over again before I leave the room and carefully make my way down the stairs. I spot him standing up, facing away from the stairs so he doesn't see me come down. But considering I weigh like three hundred pounds now, I'm like an elephant "attempting" to creep down stairs.

Yep! Its hopeless. He slowly turns around with a huge grin on his face and damn does he look handsome. He's dressed in a white shirt and black ties then black fitted jeans and white high top Nike sneakers. There's so much color on his cheeks and his fluorescent wolf eyes look brighter than ever. With my hand still on the banister I continue my trip down the stairs and when I reach the bottom Kyle takes out his hand for me to hold. I gracefully take it and he shuffles me closer towards me.

"You look amazingly beautiful," he whispers down my ear before he plants a soft kiss on my neck then seductively moves it to my lips.

"Thank you...and you look gorgeous and all classy."

"Yeah, yeah! I know I look hot." I never said that.