“You alright?” Aimee asked, startling me from my thoughts. “You were making the strangest face just now.” I cleared my throat. “It’s nothing.” She shrugged and didn’t press. The professor soon took command of the classroom and the day’s lesson began. After class, as the room grouped together
“You promised me you also wanted to keep the baby a secret, so why the hell does the entire Academy know about it now?” Joseph threw his hands up. “What happened?” “I couldn’t complete the qualifying exam without endangering the baby, so I didn’t,” I said. “And then they wanted an explanation.”
He didn’t seem to realize that, or he didn’t care, because he pushed off the wall and gave me space to escape. With the new opening, I fled, pushing my body just hard enough to get to the main sidewalk. Then with fear pounding my heart, I called Asher. “Cynthia,” he said, never much for greeting
I went about my day, and Joseph did not bother me further. But his threat, you will regret this, stuck with me in the back of my mind. Only after a couple of days, did I start to relax again, not checking over my shoulder every time I went outside. Joseph liked to make threats. They didn’t alway
“Don’t get upset,” Elena said, though she was smiling. “It’s important that people know their limits. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” I turned from her, and rushed back to Nicole’s side. She was with a few other cheerleaders, who were much more supportive. “You got this!” they told me.
Over the phone, I briefly explained my situation to Nancy, trying to leave out the details, and asked, “Is it safe for the baby if I have… physical intimacy with… someone?” Nancy replied, point-blank. “You want to have sex with Asher?” My face burned hot. Asher was standing nearby, watching me c
“You can talk to me,” Asher said. Could I? Asher hadn’t been the most supportive of me lately, in regard to the transfer exam. If I told him what Elena said, how would he react? If he didn’t respond in the way I wanted, I thought my heart would break. A wedge would form between us. It wasn’t worth
Asher Maybe we shouldn’t even be friends. Even as I said it, I didn’t mean it, but once the words were out, it was too late. Cynthia was so expressive. She didn’t hide things like I did. She projected her hurt across her entire body, stepping back from me like I had physically struck her. I ha