After a while, more and more classmates started asking if I was actually pregnant. I got so sick of repeating myself, I just stopped responding altogether.
Then during class, a few guys walked right up to me and didn’t even try to be subtle.
"Trixie, your belly’s huge. Are you about to pop or what?"
"Who's the dad? Someone from our school?"
"You don’t even know who the father is? Damn, you really went wild!"
They were always hanging around Yolanda and of course, she laughed along with them.
"Don’t be ridiculous," she grinned. "Be careful or Trixie might just give birth to one of your kids right here in class!"
Everyone laughed. I just ignored them and went to my seat like nothing happened. Today was the same date I gave birth in my last life. If everything repeated itself, the show was about to begin.
I kept an eye on the time, then suddenly clutched my stomach.
"Ouch... my stomach really hurts," I said, letting my voice carry a little.
Yolanda immediately perked up, eyes gleaming. "Trixie, it’s happening! You’re finally going into labor. Come on, push harder!"
Her voice was loud enough to turn every head in the room. More than two hundred students stared and even the teacher walked over in confusion.
"I just need to go to the bathroom," I said, keeping a straight face.
Yolanda wouldn’t let up. "Nope. You’re totally giving birth. Push harder!"
She was way too hyped, but the excitement on her face disappeared in a second. She suddenly bent over, clutching her stomach, her expression twisting in pain.
"Someone help! Call an ambulance! It hurts, I'm dying!" she cried out.
