Player on board

Chapter 18

HOLY UNICORNS!!! OVER 1000 READS!! *Squeals with excitement* 

*A little more swearing than usual in the second half of this chapter but for some reason when I write from a males P.O.V that always happens :P*

"Yarn? Morning baby, you gotta get up!" Oliver whispers in my ear while kissing my neck once. 

My hand flies to my face and swipes down it, exercising my sleepy skin. "Why?" I grumble in a hoarse voice.

"Because we have to go to school!" he informs me.

"Why do we have to go to school today?" I question him.

"Because your Mum said so!" he says in a voice that is filled with humor.

"When did Mum come in here?" I ask while sitting up slightly.

He laughs, "She didn't. She went into the lounge room.... I slept in there, remember? I was up and she said we've wagged enough."

I huff and he stands up straight. I rush to my cupboard and throw pieces of clothing around, trying to find a good thing to wear. Stupid clothing not fitting me! I really should drag Oliver around clothes shopping with me!

I decide on a black dress that is skin tight and goes to my knees. It shows of my bump a little more than I would like but it fits me so hey, I don't care! I eat my breakfast fast and soon we're in my car driving to school. We park and get out. Everyone at school half drops their jaw at the sight of us. They probably didn't think we would come back at all...

We link hands and walk through the main doors, heading to the tuck shop/cafeteria, where our friends always hang out. At first Oliver was with a different group but he was worshiped into the popular group after like two days. 

Kaysa's eyes fall on me and she gasps before jumping off the table she was sitting on and running towards me. She tackled me in a hug and Oliver steps to the side, laughing his ass off.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" she yells at me.

I wince and pull back from her death grip, "I'm sorry, I've been busy!"

"With what?!?" she yells but more softly this time. 

"Just busy but I'm fine! Sorry for ditching you!" I lie.

"Holy mother of.... You look.... I can see your bump...." she says with wide eyes in a disbelieving voice, "wait.... You find out if it’s a boy of a girl next week!!!" she exclaims.

I sigh. Like that will be happening now.... I don't even want to know actually. As long as the baby is healthy it could be a purple alien for all I care. They might tell me when I get my results back from the test. I think they'll want to check to make sure the baby's ok... I'm not sure. I think most women only get like three their entire pregnancy! I've already had three and I'm only 12 weeks.... Ok, technically I had 2 because 2 where on the same day but meh...

"Yeah, maybe," I mutter.

The bell for first class rings and I sigh. My next class is math, I hate math! The next class I have with Oliver is English and that's fifth and last period. This sucks! 

Oliver walks me to home group and stands with me for a while, swinging my hands in his. As soon as second bell rings he looks at me with a sad smile and kisses me on the cheek before turning away. Before he can escape I grab the back of his shirt and yank him back to me.

"I want a proper kiss Mr. Norman!"

He laughs at me before tangling our lips together. He groans and pulls away, "I don't want to go...."