My Unmarried Pregnant Secretary

2.6

Well, maybe not right here. I haven't vacuumed my room this week, it's quite dirty. Maybe in my kitchen. . .

Grinning goofily I say, "Okay." I'm five different kinds of epic failure all in one, funkitated body. I normally am not this vulnerable. I don't know what's going on, I've been weird lately.

"Good. Wear your bathing suit." He winked at me then exited my room. I gawked at him leaving, never straying my eyes until after he closed the door behind him sending me a flirty smile.

Crap! I just gave in to him! It's only when he's around that I get all discombobulated! Maybe I can just ignore Decana. If the whole junior class is really going, I'll be overlooked hopefully.

I snap out of it and go to my closet to find something to put on my disgrace of a protoplasm. Yeah, I need to stay out of school, it's making my vocabulary change.

I have tons of bathing suits and cover-ups, most of them aren't the cutest. I have some floral patterned ones, solid dark, dingy colored ones, and I obviously have them all from my mom's shameful clothing line. She forces them on me and I don't know what to do with them.