The Devil Wears Playboy Boxers

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The Devil Wears Playboy Boxers [21]

“C'mon Spencer,” David enveloped my hand in his, giving me a serious look “You can trust me.”

I looked down at the floor, it's what you're suppose to do in situations like this, right? “It's yours.”

David's jaw dropped, eyes wide now. He sighed to calm down and pulled me closer. “It's okay, we'll go through this together.” He placed his hand underneath my shirt, caressing my stomach.

However, the way he snorted made all the work I'd done to contain the annoyance of this project completely unbearable.

“Oh my goodness you have got to be kidding me! David get your hands off me!” I ordered sharply.

Laughing, he said, “But it's our baby.” He poked my belly button. “Hey, you have an innie.”

“Duhh.” I smacked the back of his head to get his hands out my shirt.

He took his hands out and followed by pulling up his shirt to flash his stomach. “I have an outie.” The class giggled. Yet sure enough, within those abs of his was an outie belly button.

I guess this wasn't exactly the ideal example about how a scene would go when a girl was trying to tell her boyfriend (whom she obviously had sex with) that she was pregnant with his baby.

“That was an interesting show, I liked it,” said Mrs. Ken, evaluating our acting.

I forced a genuine smile before I sitting down on my desk in-between smart Jane and not-so-smart Forrest. He chuckled beside me, but I refused to even spare at glance at him. He's so stupid! How dare he promote me to act as the pregnant girl just because I “had the perfect belly for it”.

Of course David, once he heard what Forrest said when he auditioned me glanced at my stomach and decided to audition for the boy part because he “just had to touch it”. Sure enough, once he had the opportunity to during the play, he began rubbing my stomach!

“That's enough for today class, we'll act out another scene tomorrow. The period's going to end in a minuet. For the remaining time talk silently amongst yourselves.” Mrs. Ken sat down on her chair and began working on some papers.

David and Forrest, who sat across from each other, began speaking in low tones. I struggled to overhear their conversation, but the only sentence I could catch was one from a relieved David, who said, “thank goodness.”

Forrest and David were the first out the class when the bell rung, and by the time I got my stuff ready and left the classroom I saw people slow down and watch—amused— at what was occurring before them. I followed their eyes to the center of attention, and of course it just happened to be Forrest. To my surprise it was an argument between him and his girlfriend.

“Jannet, stop making a scene and lets talk about this privately,” Forrest assuaged with his usual calm manner.

I instantly walked to the front of the action where I could get a better view. Seeing Forrest get slapped would be a good view. Well, assuming she did of course slap him. I had my bets on it, she appeared furious.

“NO. Where's talking about this right now,” her nostrils flared, making her look like a dragon before she spit fire. Had I not noticed the seriousness of the situation I would've thought it a comical sight.

“You're causing a big scene,” he reasoned.

“I don't care! What the fuck do I look like, a game to you?!”

Irritated, Forrest smiled sarcastically. He walked away from her, coming into the crowd. What was he doing? In a flash he appeared before me, and if you think that's surprising you clearly don't know what happens next.

He kissed me.

The kiss lasted for less than five seconds, yet despite this it felt like a century. During that time everyone either gasped or had their hands over their mouth in shock saying either “damn” or some other comment.

From a side of the hallway Theodore piped “deaded!” loudly. The hallway laughed at her ridicule.

Chuckling, Forrest gave her a last glance and said, “I think that answers your question.”