My Unmarried Pregnant Secretary

4.8

"I'll be at your house around six o'clock. It's casual and doesn't bring money. If you do, I'll feel like a woman." He caressed my cheek with his other hand.

"See you, Varnika." And with that. He's out of sight.

I look around processing the touch of him when I glance in the distance by the school and see someone staring directly at me through the whole crowd of people.

It's the guy that I beat up from Decana's party, he now has a bandage across his nose.

And he looks furious.

Oh my gosh. He's taking me out. Or in. Or somewhere, doesn't matter. It's happening. I'm going on a date! I haven't been on a date in so long, it's almost like it's my first time again! I haven't wiped the grin off of my face since the boy who was staring at me finally saw what he was doing and awkwardly walked off. What, is he mad cuz I wouldn't let him make a move on me?

I open my front door smiling from the center of my forehead to the center of my forehead.

"Mom I'm--"

"Varnika!" My mom came from around the dining room looking mad as heck. "What do you think I am? The maid?!" Well, yes. "Because I'm not! And I don't want to see this house torn to pieces ever again! Do you understand me?"

Let's just cut to the chase, she yells, I argue, she wins, I lose, I trip. "Yes, mother."

Her look turns to one of mild shock at my cooperation.

"Okay, what happened because you're supposed to fight back with me and you completely blew it off." She took her black fabric she had in her hand, which basically came out of nowhere and slung it over her shoulder.

"Nothing much. I just had a freakin' date with this guy!" My mom drops a needle that I don't even know where it came from and her mouth falls open. She immediately smiles and starts to hold my hands jumping up and down. Being the weirdo I am, I jump up and down with her squealing.

"Eeep! I know, mom! It's so exciting." She stops hopping like a patient closes her brown eyes taking a deep breath trying to calm herself.

"Okay, okay. Who, when, where, why and how?" Her eyes open and she looks at me with anticipation showing all over her face.

I start ticking things off with my fingers. "Agastya Alvins, the guy that came over Friday, tonight at six, don't know where but it's casual, I don't know because maybe he likes me? And in the school parking lot."

I'm hauled in a huge mother bear hug and rubs my back soothingly.

"Oh my gosh, my little Chair Eating Bear is growing up so fast!" She sniffs. Oh, no, ew mom! I don't want your nasty boogers all over my top! I have a freakin' date for goodness sake!

"Okay, mom, um, ew. No snot." She backs up immediately, her eyes puffy.

"Oh, I'm sorry honey. Just go do your homework before your date tonight, you have about three hours by now. There's also a box on your bed. Someone dropped it off. Maybe it was Agastya because it's very lovely." She walked off towards her work room to finish whatever she was working on.

A box? Did Agastya really beat me here just to give me a pre-gift?

Anxious, I ran up the stairs heading into my bright bedroom. Sure enough, sitting right on the bed is a box. It's pretty small so it could be either jewelry or a time bomb. Knowing what's happened to me the past few days, I wouldn't be surprised if Barney came barging into my room chasing me saying he loves me. He was a professional pedophile.

I try to pick up the box, and my head slowly starts to hurt all over again. I think it's just from Decana's scheme. It's been on and off all day. As I continue to open it my headache gets worse and I feel really nauseated. When I open the box completely, the pain in my head gets overwhelming. I drop the box to the floor, take some steps back and clutch my head and clench my teeth, as the pain slowly washes away.

Dude what was that? It hasn't been that bad since Decana touched me. When I'm sane again I go and look at the box perfectly propped up on my floor.

It's the ring that Decana had on.

Who the heck would send me this crap?! I don't want her filthy death ring in my house! Nonetheless, in my room!

A note starts to flutter to my floor, I'm guessing from the box, so I pick it up.

'It's an Amethyst birthstone. And I'll use it against you. I already gave you warnings.'

Uh, creeper much? And what's with the plural of 'warnings'? Last time I checked, that freaky dude only visited me once.

So does this mean like, the Amethyst stone is a weakness for my powers or something? Oh, this is just too frickin' cool! I mean, it's not cool that the stone can like . . . kill me. But it's cool that I'm learning more and more about my supergirl type thing! And I think I'm getting better with this telekinesis crap too!

For dramatization of my boring life, I aim my hands with too many fake sound effects, towards my pillow.

Now, what do I think about when doing this? Do I like, think happy things like rainbows and limp ponies? Or do I think of death, murders and hashtags being on f*******: when they belong on Twitter?

Maybe I'll just. . . focus.

The pillow started to lift up off of my bed. This is so cool. I start to swing my hand left and right watching the pillow hover. I drop one of my hands and just shake my other in wild directions watching my pillow flail like a dead bird. I start to sing even though I hate it, directing the pillow where the lyrics say.

"To the window, to the wall!" I started singing and dancing to chaotic music in my head, the songs switching every 30 seconds. Some time in between I, what I call, singing like a boy going through puberty, dropped the pillow and danced instead.

"Pants! Too much booty in the pants! Pants! Too much booty in the-drop it low!" Great, now I'm swinging my hips like a retarded horse.

"Varnika! Why is there always a party in your room when I'm cooking!?" My mom yelps from the bottom of the stairs.

"Well when you cook food nobody eats, that's when I throw a party because I have an excuse to leave and eat human food!" This is followed by silence. Got her. I win.

**::**::**::**::**::**

Stupid homework. Who says you have to find 40 objects in your house and write down where it's made? It's completely dumb. Everything is made in China. America doesn't do anything, we're too fat. Duh.

Made in China, Made in China, Made in China, Made in I-Don't-Even-Think-That's-A-Real-Name, Made in China.

Just then, the doorbell rings as I'm looking at the picture frame right in front of the door. Guess I'll have to be a good person and get it.

"I'll get it mom." I start to stomp towards the door and open it while looking at the lint on my half pajamas. I decided to change into something comfortable before I go out tonight, so I put on high-water yellow sweats, a shirt with snoopy on it that I had when I was eight, and my frog slippers. My hair; let's just not talk about it.

When I look up, of course, it's no one else but Agastya. Great. Now he's seen me looking worse than I have in my whole life.

"Oh my gosh, Agastya!" I stumble back almost tripping over nothing. "What the heck are you doing here?!"

He looks down at his black watch, "Well, it's 5:50 and I said I would be here at six sooo." He looked at me up and down. I remembered I have basically trash clothes on with a belly shirt because I was lazy and didn't feel like walking to the other side of my room.

"Oh, crap." I look down at my clothes and back to Agastya. "You didn't see anything! Give me 10 minutes!" I shut the door in his face and ran up the stairs.

"Honey! Who was at the door?" My mom yells from her studio.

"Go open the freaking door and see!" Bad idea, Varnika. Now she's gonna invite him in. Awesome.

I'm glad I pre-planned my clothes and threw them on in record time; dark ripped jean shorts, my halter blue top and my blue flip flops. I don't know the definition of casual so this better be it.

Basically jumping the staircase, I turn the small corner just to see my mom showing Agastya another picture. This time it's worse. They're both laughing their stomachs out of their butt, teary eyed.

"She," Snort, chuckle, "Had such a small," Wheeze, Snicker, "Chest!!" Pop-My-Hiney, full outburst of laughter from my mom.

She did not just show him my naked toddler picture.

I storm over to them and snatch the picture of my mom's hands and look at it. Yep. It's my picture from when I threw my first temper tantrum because I got in trouble for gnawing a dent into my grandmother's rocking chair. And for some reason, I was naked.

Agastya is looking at me while he's still laughing trying to form words through his teary eyes and shaking body.

"It's so w-weird cuz now you're all." He points to my torso section. "Puberty-ized." Now, they're both on the floor rolling on their backs laughing at my chest. Thanks mom, for your wonderful support through the years. Being a 32D makes you oh, so proud.

I march over and grab the picture they dropped on their way tumbling to the floor and speed off the kitchen.

Stupid mom trying to impress my date and losing control--my date. Oh my gosh, I'm going on a date! I am so not ready for this crap. I'm gonna, like, fart on him or something. I can't play it off and just say, 'Oh, those darn birds!'

The stove light turns on and the top is heating up. Just a few more seconds and this picture will be gone forever.

"Varnika!" Agastya comes fast walking towards me, his smile still on his lips. He picks the photo out of my hand and holds it out of my reach, pushing me back against the counter top, trapped. I'm not going to fight it though. He's a pretty creature.

He leans in close to my face. "I don't think you wanna burn this," He whispers. "If you want this date to be a good one." He closes the gap and kisses my nose. Stop it, Agastya. Unless you want me to start going all fan-girl on you.

He walks backwards out of the kitchen with the photo.

"C'mon, Varnika. It's time for our date." He emphasized the word date. He knows it kills me when he does such things. Curse him.

When I pass through the living room to grab my purse, my mom is still chuckling with the photo in her hand.

"Mom, really. Stop it. You've seen the picture plenty of times." This is getting annoying and even more embarrassing.

"No, honey. This is a different one from when you had tried to eat the bean bag chair." She turned the photo around for me to see.

I was around three years old, and my whole body was stuffed through a hole in a blue bean bag chair with only my legs sticking out. I have to get out of here.

"Agastya. We're leaving." I grab his hand and yank him outside the door for a second time. I'm not letting him inside again. He's just going to have to stand in my lopsided driveway.

**::**::**::**::**::**

Aww, the park. He set up a picnic in the park. This was super sweet! Besides the fact that a dog is . . . . getting a little too comfortable with some tree next to me.

He set up a large quilt in the center of the park with mouth drooling things on it; chocolate, pancakes, spaghetti, chocolate and chocolate. All this food doesn't match but makes me ready to relieve myself. . . . and it's coming fast.

"Um, Agastya, this was really good but I have to go to the bathroom so, I'll be right back." I sugarcoated it just so I don't sound like a constipated man. The bathrooms here are so freaking trifling. But I do like the doorknobs.

After about seven minutes of me scaring people out of the bathroom, there starts to be commotion rising from the park. Oh, dang it! Something juicy is happening and I'm missing it. This can wait.

I dart out of the stall, wash my hands and as I near the door, the commotion becomes more clear.

It's people screaming.

What the heck is going on? If I go out there, I might turn into one of the screaming weaklings. I need to disguise myself to seem less obvious in case I can help with my weird I-Can-Lift-Objects ability or something.

Flying; still failing at it.

Luckily, there's a nice and filthy dark red hoodie on the floor stuffed in a corner with all kinds of grime, dust, and spiderwebs on it. It's extremely nasty, but I have no choice.

I snatch it from the floor and pull it over my head along with the hood.

OhMyGoshThisIsFrekain'Raunchy.

When I cautiously step outside, I see plenty of people staring in shock at the scene in front of them.

There's a man in a hoodie who's holding a knife to a young girl's neck.

"I said; who wants to see the little girl, here, die?!" He scans the crowd of people shaking their head no in fear.

"Then I suggest you all drop to the floor and empty the cash!" Um demanding much? This crap-load excuse of a robber is pathetic, I'm assuming it's the same guy from Burger King, school, and the party. He has his back to the bathroom sets. So basically, he can't see me, but everyone else can and they're doing a great job of shutting their mouth so I can try to fix it.

I grab my iPhone out of my pocket, dial 911, and set it down in the grass. Maybe, I won't die if I'm careful. But I'm never careful, even when I do try, so basically; I'm setting myself up to die before I even get to meet Josh Hutcherson. What a pity.

My body gets a refreshing feeling of assertiveness and starts to make me march towards the man. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. Slit throat, cut, cut, shot, boom dead. I can see it now.

"Hey!" That wasn't planned for me to do. "Let the kid go!"

He turns to face me, not in the least bit surprised. "Yeah? And if I choose not to, what're you gonna do, you anorexic, disabled teen?" His grip loosens on the knife around the little girl's throat and she takes this chance to run away towards her stunned family members.

"Well now look, she got away. And it's your fault." His eyes squinted through his mask. It's the same color as the visit from the creep who came into my room with the note.

Oh my freakin' double crap! Now, I'm most definitely going to die! He's not even a normal human! I can't control the fact that my eyes start to show fear and recognition.

And I know he notices it too.

"Oh, so now you remember me, huh? That's what I thought. And I gave you plenty of warnings." His eyes turned to murderous slits and his baritone voice morphs to one of pure disgust. "And you didn't listen to one of them."

He clutches my shirt with both of his hands and in a blink of an eye, we've reappeared in mid air above the park. What the heck, he can teleport and take people with him? I'm done for. I cannot even think about surviving this drop. It's like 80 feet up in the freakin' air!

"I hope you learned your lesson." With his last statement, he releases my shirt and I start to flutter to the ground. Wind breaking in my ears, hair covering my face, the hoodie doesn't even budge on me, though. The ground is no less than 15 feet away now. Someone better at least get this on tape. Maybe I'll be put on AFV someday.

"Ugh!" I groan as I hit the grassy floor. 'Grass is plushy' my butt! This thing flippin' hurts!

I pry open my eyes to see the weirdo's body scratch and appear right in front of me.

"Oh, dang." He fakes sympathy. "I guess I didn't drop you high enough, huh? Well, we can always try again." Over my dead body you will! I mean, I'm kinda already about to be dead, but I'm not dead yet so, not yet!

I can feel my eyes heat up, they're probably changing to that grayish-white color or something now.

"Uh-oh," he says, faking a shocked look that I can see in his eyes. "I think I unleashed the monster within you."

Well, good. Cuz she seems a lot cooler than I'll ever be.

In anger I prop up on my elbows and turn to look at the playground and find that the slide will be suitable enough. My hand lifts up and I'm rejuvenated all of a sudden. It faces towards the red, children's slide and jerks back facing the wanna-be gangster guy.

The slide detaches itself from the playset and lunges for the man at a heart stopping speed, knocking him across the park with a yelp of dramatic pain escaping his lips.

Oh, hey, this is so fun! I can let out my anger. I have jumbled inside of me and beat the crap out of bad guys! I'm going to be using this.

I get up to my full height, barely feeling weak. If anything, I feel superior. Sprinting to my full speed, I start to go after the man who's now on the ground rubbing his head, strained. Perfect, it's him at his weakest.

I put my hand in a choking position and aimed at his neck. I'm not actually touching his foul body, but I guess he feels it because his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and he's constantly gagging. This dirty ugly looking ninja turtle needs to stop. It's not even cute.

My hand lifts higher, causing him to not be touching the floor anymore, but hovering in the air being choked. Pathetic moron.

"Don't threaten me again, unless you want to be finished off." My eyes are staring daggers through him which probably makes me look like I'm just blind and trying to see.

He starts to smirk and chokes out his next words, "Don't worry. This is only the beginning." Then he flashes out of my hold and disappears. Couldn't he have thought of that before I wasted my precious time with him? Butthole.

I finally calmed down my anger and remembered that there was a really large crowd, so I turned and took a glance at them.

Cameras, camera phones, Channel 17 news crew etcetera. They're all here. For me. Within seconds, the commotion starts;

"What is your name?"

"Who are you?"

"Where did you receive these abilities?"

This is too much. I know they can't see my face because, thankfully, the hoodie is still covering it up. Partially. Right now, all they know is I'm a girl, I have longish dark hair and I'm a freak.

Agastya is nowhere in sight. You'd think he would've stayed and waited for me to get out from tearing up the bathroom, but no. He's gone. Why would he leave me? I thought he liked me.

This is what I get for being a hormonal, stupid, chair eating, teenager.

I do the only thing I can do.

Run. Grab my phone and run all the way home. It's about seven blocks from here and I'm nowhere close to being athletic. But I need to get out of this park.