The rest of her day keeps getting worse.

Mr. Foster couldn't keep the attention of the boys of the class any longer than half of a second before they were back to staring at Britney's naked body.

With about ten minutes left of class, her phone rings with a text message prompting, drawing the attention of everyone in the class prompting Mr. Foster to reprimand her, "Britney, you know there are no phones allowed in class." Britney glances down toward her phone, which sits on her chair next to her naked hip, and sees James was the one who sent the number before answering Mr. Foster. "I am sorry, but it is my master."

Mr. Foster "Well, then answer it so I can get back to the lesson at hand."

Briteny quickly opens the text message and reads it.

I was thinking about it, and I want everyone to know you are pregnant, so I order you to write the WORD PREGNANT in big letters with a black marker on your belly.

Britney is mortified at the concept of doing that, as she is frozen in fear. However, Mr. Foster's voice breaks from her trance "Britney, please hurry up and finish so I can get back to teaching." Britney glances around the room and notices everyone's eyes locked on her, so she quickly types the only thing she can think of.

Sorry but I don't have a marker.

She quietly hopes that that will be the end of it; however, her phone quickly rings again, with another message from James.

Well, get one from your teacher.

With no other options, Britney raizes her hand.

Mr. Foster "Yes, Britney."

Britney "Can I borrow a black marker."

Mr. Foster "You know the school rules. They are expensive, so if you want to borrow a marker, you must come up here and use it."

Britney can feel everyone's eyes following her naked ass as she walks up to Mr. Foster's desk, takes a marker, and writes that word on her stomach, facing the front of the room so her classmates couldn't read what she wrote yet.

Mr. Foster glances down at what she wrote on her stomach. "Is that all?"

Britney silently knobs, prompting him to continue: "Well then, please return to your seat so we can get back to the lesson." Britney hoped that the class's eyes wouldn't be on her, but the collective gasps that she heard as she turned around, exposing the word she had written on her stomach, told her that they were.

Despite the rule on phones in class, somehow, her pregnancy became the talk of the school by the time that class period was over.