“I hate everyone!” Olivia shouted, chucking her essay at the wall and scowled when Noah went over to pick it up. “It’s like they know I’m tired and easily irritable. It’s, ‘where is your essay, Olivia?’ or ‘do you want to fail this class?’ and then they eye my bump like it’s a bomb!”
“You need to take it easy!”
“Piss off!” she cried, grabbing her bag and walking out of the library ignoring the stares of everyone looking at her and whispering. Noah sighed, closing his eyes, and left her to it. Olivia in a bad mood was really best left alone.
Olivia’s mood was foul today and she hated the fact it was only Wednesday. It seemed like everyone in school was judging her and putting too much pressure on her now more than ever. Tomorrow would be her twenty-third week and she stroked a hand over
