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Montrells POV:

I pulled up at my school and groan, normally I skip school and just go sell, but with this damn injury I can't move as fast so I ain't going up there when I can't run if I need too.

Originally I was gonna ditch school today, but my mama caught me and forced me to come, so here I am.

As I slowly walk to the building everyone looks at me in shock cause they know ion come here that often.

"Ayo Montrell wait up!"

I look up and see Jamal running towards me, I sigh and wait for his slow ass. When he got next to me I ask "what?"

"None just wanna walk with the only person up in here that I get along with." He said shrugging.

"Ight." I said walking away. We walk down the hallway and I see that Sam kid walking down the hallway towards us minding his own business ignoring everybody.

I feel like I see him everywhere... When we were passing by each other we lock eyes for a second... That sounded so gay... We glanced at each other and just nodded.

Jamal turns around and watches as he walks away before turning back around saying "either he was wearing mascara or he got long eyebrows..."

"The fuck?" I asked looking over at him. That was so random and just weird.

He just shrugs and I shake my head... Sometimes I wonder how he's my friend...
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The first half of the day came and went, but when lunch came I decided to sit at my table where only Jamal and I sit at, but someone is sitting there. Who the fuck is that? Everyone here knows that's our spot and our spot only!

I go up to the person ready to go off, but when I got over there I see its only Sam. Wait why the fuck did my anger disappear?

He looks up and sees me staring at him and he blushes saying "Uhh hi?"

"Dis my mine and my buddy's spot." I said sitting down in front of him.

"Oh..." He said sheepishly. His face is burning red and he starts gathering his things saying "I can go..."

"No point in leaving." I said causally. "There ain't anymore places for ya and the places that are open are places you'd get bullied or some like that."

He blushes again and nods sitting back down. Jamal comes over and plops down unfazed by him being here. "Wazzup?"

"None." Sam said shrugging slightly. He looks really uncomfortable right now, but I've noticed he's uncomfortable round men, but he relaxes round most females... Maybe cause of that night.

I shrug and Jamal asks rolling his eyes "why you both so quiet?"

Sam shrugs and slowly eats his lunch and I say "I'm always quiet."

"Yeah I know." He said huffing and slumping in his chair wit his arms crossed looking annoyed.

There's this really uncomfortable silence and it's getting annoying, so I pull out my phone and scroll through Insta.

Sam lays his head down and looks out the window while Jamal just plays with a string.

Ight I'm bout to just go home cause dis is awkward. "Where's the bathroom?" Sam asked softly looking pale as fuck.

"It's down the hall on the left." Jamal said typing away on his phone.

He nods and I say "don't be surprised if you see things you probably don't wanna see."

"Ok." He said before rushing off.

Bout ten minutes later that little wigga is still in the bathroom and I watched bitches come out of there looking disgusted, so I decided to go see what the fuck is going on in there.

When I go in I hear someone puking their guts out and I scrunch my nose up but I stayed composed and looking unaffected by it. I look around and see ain't no one in here except one person cause only one stall is closed.

A few seconds later the stall door opens and Sam comes out wiping his mouth off with toilet paper and then goes to the sink to clean up. He looks in the mirror and jumps when he sees my reflection saying "Jesus fucking Christ..."

"Sorry." I said walking over to him but keeping my distance as well. "You good?"

"Yeah I'm fine." He said giving me a small smile.

"Ok..." I said not believing him one bit.
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For the next few weeks Sam has been throwing up a lot, like he'd get up in the middle of class and go throw up and he always throws up after lunch. The whole school is convinced he has a deadly disease or some and avoiding him like he got corona.

Me and Jamal however, we still hanging wit him cause we get along and when he's around everyone scared they'd get sick so they leave us alone.

I wave my papers at my face cause its like a hundred degrees in here, but Sam over here wearing a baggy hoodie, like how? Man I sound exactly how I don't wanna sound, I sound like a stalker who's favoring a white person.

That ain't the case, I just wanna figure this kid out and I see him looking at me too probably tryna figure me out too.

But how he wearing that hoodie still? It's hot as fuck and has been all week, and yet he refuses to take it off.

"Alright class are y'all ready to find out who y'all's partners are for this project?" The teacher asked clapping her hands somehow excited. She names off a few people and then says "wow... Umm normally we have a boy and a girl do this project, but there's no more girls, so Montrell Jackson and Samuel Adams you two will work together on this."

What is this? I won't paying attention. She pulls out a bunch of papers and passes them out to us.

When I got it I read the heading and see that it says The baby project. The fuck does that mean?

I glance at Sam and see that he's blushing. I have three classes with him even tho I'm a senior and he's a Sophomore, I failed a couple of classes so gotta retake before I graduate. We in health right now tho and I guess this makes more sense why the girls are in here wit us giggling and shit.

"What y'all will do is meet up outside of school and do this project, it's due in two weeks. Next week there will be something y'all have to do and y'all may not like it, but you need to pass this class so deal with it." My gym teacher said crossing his arms looking bored.
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After class ended I was thinking bout throwing away the sheet for the project cause why would I want to keep it?

Sam walks over to me and sheepishly says "so umm how're we gonna do this project?"

"Just come over on Saturday when I text ya to come." I said already bored wit dis convo.

"K."

We live on the same street and are friends on Snap and Insta so I'll text him on there, but we ain't getting each other's actual number, dat weird...
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It's Saturday and no one is here, so I text Sam to come over... I read over the questions that we gotta do today and they're all bout the first three months of pregnancy, how are two guys gonna answer these? Man imma go back to bed I don't have time for this shit.

The doorbell rings and I open the door to see a very red Samuel standing outside. I let him in and see him in that damn hoodie again, it's too hot for that shit!

We get everything set up and I say "how do they expect two boys to get this done? Like what the hell is all of this?"

He blushes and says "I know some of these..."

"K... Then how bad do you think morning sickness is?"

"It's absolutely terrible and makes me... I mean women feel like shit."

I raise and eyebrow at him, but I don't think anything of it.

As the day went on I see that he's sweating and I finally just say "ya know instead of giving yourself a heat stroke just take that damn hoodie off."

He blushes and says "no I'm good..."

"Lies. Don't lie to me." I said narrowing my eyes at him.

"Fine..." He said in a snappish tone slowly taking off his hoodie.

"Good." I muttered. I wait patiently for him to get his hoodie off and I see his shirt ride up, but instead of seeing a normal everyday stomach I see a small but noticeable bump.

I look down at the book for our project and see a picture of a woman early in pregnancy with a small bump then I look back at Sam's stomach and my eyes widen...

It all makes sense now, the baggy hoodies, the throwing up, and his snappish tone a moment ago...

Holy shit... Is this boy pregnant?

End of chapter.

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