You might be in labor, but that can take a long time, remember the books you read. Go to class but be careful to not put too much stress on yourself.

You feel another cramp as you get off the bus, which is accompanied with a spasm of panic that this could be labor, but you quickly calm yourself with the thought that you are well prepared either way. Since finding out you were pregnant, you found every book you could on pregnancy and birth and read them repeated until you could almost recite them from memory. Even though your parents caught you with them a few times, they only thought you were reading for your sisters’ benefit. You weren’t of course, but her decision to go about her pregnancy with a sort of lackadaisical yet unaffected attitude that she seemed to do everything was amazingly strange to you and yet oddly awe inspiring. She was the girl with courage you secretly wanted to possess, and so you just let the moments of fear go with the knowledge you veraciously consumed.

Winding your way through the halls you find a quick respite in the doorway of the art room, beyond the door in the dark class, you saw the opportunity you needed to find a quiet place to wait before your first class. You slip inside and quickly and stretch you back as far back as you can watching your belly tent out your baggy shirt in the reflective panel that made up the storage closet door. Though it gave off a slight funhouse mirror effect as you moved closer, just having a moment to not have to hide in plain sight felt amazing. For the briefest of moments, you contemplated ripping your shirt off and just going to class in your bra or less. You wondered what the looks on your classmates’ faces might be when they find out that the girl, they barely saw was in fact very pregnant and about to give birth. You almost chuckled at the thought until a soft kick brought you back. Moving closer, you raised your shirt revealing your gravid dome which jutted out just before passing your breasts which were the only thing hiding your secret, so as you moved closer into the corner away from the main doors view you couldn’t help but examine yourself again. Sliding your tits free of your bra you groan at the relief if only for a moment you noticed how large, red, and swollen your nipples were, in the reflective panel. Were they darker and bigger than they were this morning? You think they do, even your belly looked lower than it did just this morning.

Yes, you were now sure this must be early labor and just as your fingertips probed your nipple you were startled by the ring of the five-minute bell. Quickly you lowered your bra and then your shirt and race back out of the classroom. The halls had emptied quite a bit now and you found movement much easier now. You quickly made it to Mr. Jeromy’s English class. You like this class and truth be told, you liked Mr. Jeromy in a sort of crush type way with every time he called on you making your heart flutter. As you made your way into his classroom, you felt a strange prickle as his eyes washed over you. Finding your seat in the back of the class, you sank down realizing just as the bell rang that you had forgotten to go pee. Of course, you could just ask to go pee but if Mr. Jeromy might just single you out asking why you hadn’t gone prior to class and being singled out like that turned your stomach just thinking about it. On the other hand, you could just hold it until class ended, but you weren’t sure you could make it the two hours till the next bell. You could also decide to wait until class was started and your assignment was laid out then ask to be excused slipping out without anyone noticing.