Semua Bab Pregnant and Rejected (Second chance mate): Bab 61 - Bab 70

As soon as Andrea stepped out of the room, she rushed down the hallway like the walls were closing in on her. Panic flared in her chest. The gown flowed around her legs, a dead giveaway. Her breathing was uneven, her fingers trembling as she reached her own room.She slammed the door shut and darted into the adjoining bathroom. Her reflection in the mirror startled her—the floral gown clinging to her frame like a secret begging to be exposed. Her heart pounded so loudly she could barely hear her own thoughts.“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she muttered under her breath.She quickly stripped out of the gown and pulled on her usual male clothes—baggy sweatpants, a loose hoodie. Her movements were frantic, the kind of urgency that comes only when secrets threaten to crack wide open. She shoved the gown deep into the bag Rick had used to gift it to her, stuffing it until the zipper strained. Then she pushed the bag under her bed, behind the stack of worn notebooks.Her chest still heaving, she

Andrea walked a little closer toward them, her voice lifted casually, “What are you guys doing?”Rick turned first, his lips pulling into a slight grin. “We’re doing some kind of community service.”Jack immediately added, gesturing dramatically toward the window frame he was cleaning, “You know, it’s because of the fights we staged that day—just to save your ass from hemorrhoids.”Andrea’s brow rose, trying not to laugh.Jaxon snorted behind them, his expression half annoyed, half amused. “I don’t get it. Don’t teenagers—or school kids, even university students—fight all the time? Why are they punishing us like we killed someone? Washing windows and scrubbing doors? Seriously?”Jack shook his head with exaggerated exhaustion. “That’s right. And besides, I didn’t even throw a punch, but guess what? Guilt by association. Every time they give these two punishments, they rope me in just because I’m their friend.”The three boys burst into laughter together, that kind of easy, infectious

Jaxon had been noticing everything lately. He wasn’t stupid, just slow to accept what his eyes had been trying to show him for days.Rick had feelings for Andrea.It started off subtle. The way Rick’s gaze lingered too long when Andrea laughed, the way his jaw clenched every time Jaxon stood too close to Andrea, like it physically bothered him. Jaxon saw it. He’d been trying to ignore it, to pretend it didn’t matter. But now it gnawed at his chest like something wild.What he couldn’t understand was why it bothered him so much.Maybe… maybe it wasn’t just about Andrea. Maybe it was something deeper, something he hadn’t allowed himself to think about—not since that week. The week everything twisted inside him. The week he started to feel something wrong—or maybe right—for the wrong person. Feelings he never thought he’d entertain.Jaxon always told himself he liked girls. He loved girls. He couldn’t be… what? Gay?He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. But that confusion had begun to

Andrea pushed the door to the equipment room open with her shoulder, the basket of dodgeballs still in her arms. The hinges creaked, and the door let out a low groan before shutting behind her. Inside, it was dim—no lights were on. Only soft slivers of sunlight filtered in through the high, dusty windows.She hesitated.Something about the silence unnerved her. The stillness wasn’t normal—not for a room that usually smelled like sweat and echoed with bouncing balls and shouting kids. This time, it was too quiet.Too still.Andrea stood frozen just beyond the threshold, eyes adjusting to the half-light. For a split second, the idea of turning back crossed her mind. But then she shook her head. She wasn’t afraid of silence. She wasn’t afraid of shadows.She had faced worse.Still… something about the room made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.Andrea walked forward slowly, her steps light and calculated. She crouched near the storage shelf and lowered the basket of dodgeballs

Despite everything Andrea and Jaxon had tried—the twisting, banging, even pulling at the old hinges—the door still wouldn’t budge. It was as if someone had locked them in from the outside, or worse, as if the room itself had swallowed the door and refused to give them a way out.Hours passed like thick molasses. Outside, Rick and Jack were still searching, frustration mounting with each failed attempt to locate their missing friends. They had searched most corners of the school, classrooms, the playground, even the roof, and nothing. It was as if Andrea and Jaxon had vanished into thin air.Meanwhile, inside that dim equipment room, Andrea slumped down on a soft old mat that had been rolled into the corner. It was more like a flattened mattress—worn and dusty, but surprisingly comfortable. She sat cross-legged, hugging her knees, staring at the opposite wall, and breathing softly. Not a word passed between them for a long while.Jaxon was pacing at first, then sat beside her with a lo