The Billionaire's Unwanted Bride

CHAPTER 8

Anna's POV

I am getting dressed to go to school and remembering the conversation I had with my mom yesterday. 

Even though I am not ok with her suggestions, I will have to do it. She is my mother and she is struggling to make ends meet.

I wear ripped blue jeans, a white shirt, a brown duster jacket with grey sneakers.  I look in the mirror to check out my face and appearance after dressing up, I need to make up.

I apply a little make-up to my face before going out of my room. I bade mom goodbye and get out of the house to flag down a cab.

I am lucky to get a cab on time. A few minutes later, the cab pulled over in front of the campus. I alight from the cab, pay, and walk-in. I have the intention of talking to Pamela today. I am ready to talk to her about the pregnancy and my decision.

Pamela is a good friend indeed and she understands my silence. She doesn't pressurize me to tell her things that I don't feel like telling her as my mom will do. 

Whenever I don't feel like talking, she keeps silent over it too. She knows I will come to her whenever I am ready to talk.

This is one thing my mom doesn't know about me which Pamela got figured out easily.

I feel like talking and Pamela is the right person to talk to, about my fears. She doesn't come to pick me up from home every day and today is one of those days.

Before I know it, I am already in front of the lecture hall. I didn't even realize it because I am lost in my thoughts. I am walking but my mind is elsewhere, thinking about everything mom and I discussed and asking myself if I wanted it too.

Someone grabs my hand before I can step into the empty hall. I turn to see Pamela with a light smile on her face. I am curious about the empty hall and I am about to ask her why the hall is empty and if they have changed the venue for the class.

"The class was called off, I was about to call your phone when I saw you coming this way", she says.

"Oh!" I mutter, feeling relieved that there is no class today. I really don't like school. I go to school because of my mom.

"How come you didn't see me when you came in?" She asks as we move out.

"Where?"

"I was sitting on my car's bonnet, chatting on my phone", she explains.

"Oh, I didn't see you. I was lost in thoughts." I admit.

"Lost in thoughts? Are you sick? Is it the baby?" She asks and stops walking. She watches my face and touches my shoulder.

I grimace and begin to feel emotional at the gesture. Tears well up in my eyes. She notices it and takes my hand, guiding me out.