My Unmarried Pregnant Secretary

5.6

"Because she's freakin' hot and we're gonna sabotage her relationship. Who doesn't like a chick who's inked? Shows she's fierce," Tim says from next to me. Right. Let's see how far you'd get with that since that guy is Agastya, your best friend. The class laughs at his comment. But I don't find it funny. Steal Agastya and I'll steal you.

"What's up with you, Varnika? Being all quiet and crap. Don't worry, your smooching buddy is running late." He playfully nudges my left arm and makes it slide up some. "Hey, did you get tatted?"

"Tatted? Why would I have a tat--" Tattoo! Oh my gosh, I didn't even think of trying to cover up today! I shove the half sleeve as far as it'll go down my arm and jolt up from my seat. Crud, this is terrible! This isn't supposed to happen! I was supposed to run out and grab the tattoo cover up at Walgreens whenever I had to grab my mom's bottle of Super Anti-Itch Lotion!

"Ms. Cary, where do you think you're going? Class has started." Naw, dip. I'm protecting myself from you enraged dumb clucks. A chair screeches from behind me as I'm almost at the door.

"Don't worry, Mr. E. I got her." Valie, if you come within a blinking distance from me, we're going to tassel. Arms snake their way around my waist and lift me up pressing my back against his stomach. "C'mon, chicka. We have school work to do." He starts dragging me backwards, ignoring my protests.

There's a moment in time when you have options. Sometimes they're good options, sometimes they're options that'll make you rather go streaking in a retirement home. My option here is to either tell Agastya and let him know that I was manhandled, or to handle this man myself.

Impulse decision.

"Let me go, Valie!" Kicking and screaming; a good movie and a good defense mechanism that won't blow my cover. My anger is piling up on top of each other like tackle football and as much as I want to contain it, I can't. This is too powerful, even for me. Maybe say, "Hey, I just farted on you.", to get him off. Embarrassing, but it's better than my body malfunctioning and creating an atomic explosion of projectiles.

"I said," Warmth overflows in my eyes. Crap, too late. "Let. Go!" The desk beside me lifts up, overturns sideways, then smacks into Value with ease, and I hit his hand off from around me right before he falls to the floor, coughing for oxygen with a big desk basically laying over him. Boy, you're over-dramatic and I'm done for.

Without waiting for the class' response I grab my backpack and bolt out of the room. The bathroom; that's where I'll go until next period. Or maybe I'll never come out and hide in there until Taylor Swift makes another song about her boyfriend.

My shoes are the only sounds coming from the hallway as I run, panting, down it towards the women's restroom. The worst that could happen is some drug addict is in there smoking pot. My nose will probably disintegrate in there but I don't want to stay in Mr. E's class either.

Reaching the door for the bathroom I calmly walk into the pink glitter wall room taking in a deep breath. Thankfully, there's no pot-smoker today and it surprisingly smells like a can of air freshener. Maybe Sea Island Cotton?

I hear footsteps rounding the half wall and see me passing by and out of the doorway. Seeing me. Seeing me. Seeing me.

Oh my gosh, seeing me! I do a double take and look outside the door from the door frame and am shown an empty hallway; no one in sight. That chick is sneaky. Let me get a hold on her one more time. I'll make sure she lays off. Should've learned her lesson.

"Hey, Varnika." I turn around and see Lyreer, the nose boy from Decana's party, leaning against a row of beaten, green lockers. Shoo fly, don't bother me. Why are you even next to the girl's restroom? I'm actually taken now and not only will have my boyfriend sent after you, but the whole soccer team. And they kick way harder than it looks, just saying.

"Don't talk to me. Did you not get the memo the first time I beat your butt left, right, upside down and inside out?" Obviously, he didn't or he'd leave. . . now.

He takes some steps closer to me and smirks. "Babe, don't be that way." Babe? You didn't just cross the line, you picked it up and threw it a mile behind you.

His hand touches my waist cautiously as if he's scared I'll react. Heck yeah, I'm gonna react. I grip it with all my strength, considering it's a lot, and hold it by his side. "If you're smart, you won't lay your fungus hand on me again." Regretfully removing my strong and firm grip, no less than a second later he reaches out again and right when I'm yanked closer to him, he's slammed against the lockers. Hard enough to break a few neck muscles if I was to judge.

"Don't ever touch her again." Agastya's forearm is holding Lyreer to the locker as he gasps for air.

"Alright, man. I got it."

My hero.

Well, actually I'm the hero but that's irrelevant.

Lyreer runs off down the hall looking like a gorilla. King of the Apes, everybody. "You okay, Varnika?" Agastya's hands grab either side of my face and he looks deep into my hazel eyes. I'm not going to lie to you, Agastya. At least, not yet. Maybe when my secret identity is on the line but for now, I won't lie.

"I'm fine. He's just a jerk." More like a wide-faced, two-timing, son of a shovel, fart-scented, old perv. But I think jerk will suffice.

"Well, I gotta run down and sign into the main office. I'll be in fourth period so see you soon, okay? I gotta talk to you." Oh no. The talk. It's a talk. The talk that means we break up, I'm left lonely for five years, meet a new man, find out he's a murderer and then grow up alone until I die at sixty-seven from high cholesterol. This is going to be a suckish life for me.

I'm still stone still in my spot even when he goes down the stairs and I'm isolated again. Nothing positive today at all. Who even knows where the crap Decana is. Probably too scared that I'll confront her for trying to embarrass me yesterday.

I start to walk to the lower level bathroom and take my phone out to check the time and it falls, skidding across the floor. Great; now I have to walk all the way back over there to get it. Not happening. My hand gestures to my left and the phone picks itself up off the ground and back into my cold hands. Easy as aim, lift, guide.

"What the heck did you just do?!" Smooth, Varnika. Smooth. I turn around and face Peton. At least it's not some stranger who'd be all crazy and report me to the cops who'll stab me with questions.

"It's not even what it look--"

"Shut up, Varnika! I saw you! Wait, don't shut up! Un-shut up!" What's she bipolar or something, now? What do you want?

I start to take cautious steps to her as if she'll blow. "Peton, you need to calm down--"

"Calm down?! Calm down?! Let's see you calm down after your best friend magically lifts her phone from the floor! Would you just calm down?! I don't think so! You freakin' lifted it from the floor without laying a speck of flesh on it! Do you wanna explain this or something?" Do I want to explain it? No. Will I not explain it and let you walk away to tell the whole world? No, that'll be a problem.

"Peton! Seriously! Calm down! It was a magic trick!"

She lets out a hardy laugh. "Magic trick my great grandma! That was freakin' magic!" Well, let's make me sound like a witch, eh? Before I speak, the bell rings for the second period.

"Can we talk about this later? I'll explain it all but just not right now. And please don't tell anyone, Peton." Because if you do there will be issues and a policeman at my house, searching for evidence.

She crosses her arms and starts to think about it. Just agree so I can go hide somewhere, girl. "Fine. I was only here to 'check on you' in the first place. You're coming over to my house after school." Sure, just demand me to go places, why don't you? I have a half-life too, you know.

No, I don't. No normal child can do what I do. I'm defying the laws of life as I breathe. Aarav kids fill the hallway going to classes and our school's two-toned, Do-Re-Mi bell rings, signaling an announcement.

"Hello, students of Lakeview! Agastya Alvins, here. I have an important announcement to make for you all! The 2012 Lake's Got It Talent Show auditions will be held Thursday! Get into the fall spirit and try out! Hope to see you there! Have a great day, Wolves. Keep a positive attitude!"

Crude, more stress. Three gray hairs? Coming right up.

"So you use the coefficient of the equation and combine with x." Shut up, Mr. Yogit, no one cares about some "coefficient". In the middle of me writing notes, a paper flops onto my desk. Passing notes during school hours? Tsk, tsk. The handwriting on it is scratchy and barely readable.

'Since Yogit wont shut it, imma just talk to you through notes.' I look on the left side of the room and Agastya is staring at me with Jannat behind him making some weird ogling-eyed face at us both. Nosey girl, calm down, we're already together yet you're acting like it's a simple crush still.

'um..lol kay. What'd you need to talk about? :O' This is it. A short relationship, but the longest I've had. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just keep a relationship for more than a week? I'll tell you why, because he found out about the cheese.

It was a dark and stormy night. My mother just finished lecturing me on the dangers of drinking soda while driv--

Flop. Oh, he wrote back fast.

'There's a bonfire this week down at the junkyard. you wanna go with me? you know you wanna ;) we're a couple you know.' Yes, because I don't think about it every night, day, and time I clean out my ears. Well, duh I'll go. Keeps me from doing the crap I don't want to do.

'yeah! I'll go :)' Act casual. Pretend you aren't peeing your pants as you write back to him and as if it's the most blasé thing in the world. I give it to Erin to pass to him and she looks completely annoyed with us passing notes back and forth.

You need to chill, nobody is bothering you. I didn't ask for assigned seats here, just passed the dang note.

He looks up at me from across the room and smiles a closed mouth smile. Open the mouth, Agastya. I want to see those beautiful teeth because today has been a complete and utter Underworld for me. Peton isn't in this class, thankfully, but at lunch she was eyeballing me as if I would stand up on the table and start levitating at any given moment.

If Greek Mythology were true, I'd blame Goddess Tyche for my problems.

"Cary! Alvins! Quit staring at each other like some wild predators and pay attention." Well, since we're in our natural habitat this is considered a normal predator; not wild. Jannat's hand shoots up in the air with curiosity attacking her face.

"Ms. Bakuls?"

"Yeah, whatever. I was wondering; if you want to go get your doctorate degree, would we call you Dr. Yogit?"

It makes sense. Why not?

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Walking towards my car after I got a text from Peton telling me that immediately after school I'm going to her house, I see Agastya waiting by the Porsche on his phone. He's so adorable even when I can't see his face. We're gonna be together forever, I tell you.

I guess I'll say something. "Hey, Thies." His head snaps up and he wraps me in a hug. Sure, that'll take the stress off of my life for a few seconds.

"You're really gonna call me that, now?" The vibrations of his masculine voice vibrate in my hair sending my cells out of control. Why wouldn't I? You're calling me something, too. "Okay, then, Clumsy." Like that.

He releases from the hug and kisses the top of my head. "I know I'm driving you crazy with all of this, aren't I?" He's gonna do it. He really is. He only brings it up when he's going to attempt to kiss me. Is the gas station the most romantic place? That's out of the question and irrelevant.

"Lalalala, Lalalala, Elmo's World! Lalalala, lalalala, Elmo's World!"

Agastya immediately jolts back. Crap. "What the heck was that? Is that your ringtone?"

"Shut up!" Don't tease me and my Elmo. Elmo loves me and I love him.

"So you're cheating on me with a puppet?" Jumping to conclusions, aren't we, Thies? Calm yourself.

"I said, shut up!" But I can't help not to laugh.

'Girl! if you don't get your ratchet butt over here right now, i promise you i'm gonna freak!!'

That would not be good at all. "Agastya, I'm so sorry but I really have to g--"

"Wait!" He grabs my arm and pauses for a moment. "Uh, never mind, go on." He lets me go with a lost look in his eyes. Don't tell me he's already keeping things from me. It's not healthy to start off a relationship based on lies. Which is exactly what I'm doing so that's how I know I'll probably lose him.

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Turquoise Lane. . . Mahogany Lily. . . Periwinkle Court. . . There it is! Magenta Avenue!

I pull into her yellow wooded home, kind of matching my car, and ring the doorbell.

"Somebody better get their butt up off my nice chair and answer the dang door! Ain't nobody playin' with y'all!"

"Mom! I'm busy at this level of my game! Get the door yourself!"

"Dad! Inspiron hit me!"

Oh, I love her family.

The door opens in front of me and Peton is looking dead at me as if she's contemplating mental homicide. Without a single word, she drags me into the insane, asylum-like house, skipping her family all in the living room wrestling each other, and up the stairs into her bedroom.

"Start talking'." Only when she gets home does she turn into the rest of them: Hectic. I gently place myself on her bed and cross my legs for dramatic effect. I'm the star here. You'll wait upon m--

"Now!" Just kidding?

Where do I even start? Do I blame her for being a part of the cause for all of this or do I ignore all of the starting details and begin with what my powers are? "I'm Thalia." Being blunt was never a bad idea.

She charges towards me stopping about three feet away and clamps her mouth shut making all of these ginormous movements with her hands and face. Maybe she's stressing how much sense everything makes now. Or she really has to go. She points an accusing, shaking finger at me.

"I knew it. I knew something was up with you." Her arms lay on either side of my legs and she's all up close and personal. You know that bubble of mine? Yeah, it's still there. "Lately you've been all secretive and sneaky. Since, like, last week you've been actin' funny. But you're probably the one person that has never mentioned her." She backs up from me and curls into a ball on the floor with a distant look in her eyes.

No time to go all psych ward on me, I'm still the same girl. Awkward and all. I just have superpowers, now.

"Oh my gosh. My best friend is a freakin' hero." She looks over at me then back into the distance. "What're your powers?"

"If you get up off the floor, I'll show you. I don't really know how to fly completely yet, but I'm working on it, though."

She jumps up on her feet so fast I barely saw it. "You. Can I fly?" She runs to her door, locks it with the ghetto bolt you have to punch to make work, and shuts all of her blinds. Am I showing her my powers or being locked from the inside of her room so she can grab her butcher knife?

"Show me everything." She calmly walks to her bed and exchanges her glasses for her contacts. "I don't want my glasses fogging up or anything." Man, she's going all out on this isn't she?

"Well, I can lift. . . things without actually touching them; which you already saw in the hall."

"I don't care, do it again! Lift my lamp or something!" She pushes her lamp farther to the edge of her night stand and starts beaming at me. She's a little too excited, just saying. It's uncomfortable.

Aiming for the lamp, my hand guides it over to Peton and back down on the night-stand with it occasionally wobbling. "Then, there's super strength." For emphasis I grab her whole bed and lift with both hands while she's still on it.

"Oh m--put me down! This is awesome! Wait, no it's not! I wanna get down!" Geez, I was just trying to make this fun for you, you mixed-emotional girl.

"And if I try to fly, I'll break every window in this room in thirty seconds. So let's keep that a secret for now." She crosses her legs and goes into this hard thinking process where she twitches one eye continuously until she's thought of something "genius".

"Get outta my house. I'm gonna start researching crap." Well, it was nice to see you too. . . Jerk.

Heading down her stairs, I pass her little brother, Inspiron. "Hey, Dame."

"Hey, Varnika. She kicked you out again?" He rolls towards me with his little arms. Aw, I really want to help him. He almost makes me cry every time I come over this ghetto house.

I laugh. "Yeah. That's your sister for you. I gotta go now, though. See you later, Inspiron!" That precious little boy deserves a lollipop just because I am that sad for him. He says goodbye and turns his wheelchair around going to his bedroom. I'll sneak him a video game next time.

I get into my car, thinking back to when gas prices were only a dollar and some change, and pull off towards the mini mart a few miles from here. Why am I going here? Because I'm bored and have no current career in front of me. If it wasn't going to hurt, I'd catch my foot on fire to watch how it deteriorates to cure my boredom-itis.

I'm just that mind-blowingly, weird. Maybe I could've had something to do if Peton wasn't such a smarty pants and was researching things for fun. We don't even have homework tonight. Ugh, those over-achievers.

Krapp y Mart!

We love our customers!

That's just downright pathetic. Can they not afford to fix their sign so it reads what it's supposed to and not sound like a perfect hangout for pedophiles and homeless people who mug everybody? It might actually bump up their services. But that's just a wild guess. Looking at the sign you wouldn't be able to tell it's really called Krapploy Mart; not Krappy.

Krapploy is weird too, so it doesn't matter. The building is a dark green-brick with graffiti dePetonting every infectious inch of it and a flickering, outside, fluorescent light. It isn't dark out but it's creepy. Oh well, I need something exciting to happen today. I could get a discount. Or a free sucker.

"Hello, welcome to Krapploy Mart. Let me know if you need help or some other junk that you'd have to be blind to not see. This store's empty." I turn to my left to see some old, beer belly greeter with a name tag that reads, Harold. He was the main joke in school with a name like that. Kids are merciless, now.

"Uh, okay." Creep. Who talks like that to a stranger who's definitely under age for you? A seductive voice isn't cute or attractive when you're three centuries old.

Aisle seven looks cool. It's purple. What other reason do I need? I picked up some contraption that could either be a live Emery or a remote control. Disgusting.