Ana's Daddy

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I don't know if I am awake or asleep; maybe I am dreaming. It's too vivid. I take a whiff and open my eyes; oh yes, the delights of Emma's cooking. The sweetest friend a girl could want for a friend, but a cook she's not. She has a tray on it; there is a plate with two burnt toast and two cups, one with coffee and one with tea. I don't like tea at all, and Emma wants me to drink this vile thing; she says it's not good for the baby to have coffee. What about me? I need coffee in the morning. The toasts would be great if she didn't burn them to coal.

"Aw, Emma, this is sweet, but you know I shouldn't eat coal." I giggled.

"If you weren't a preggo, I put you over my knee!"

"Em, you are too late; it's how I got pregnant by being on someone's lap." I retort with amusment.

"Ugh, ugh …Come on, move your ass so we won't be late."

I snatch the cup of coffee off the tray and take a sip; an audible moan comes from my lips as I set the cup on my bedside table. I need another sip, and I take the cup and am about to sip it again when Emma yanks it out of my hand.

And displeased grunts, "No more coffee for my baby in your flat tummy."

I shake my head slightly at her and go and get a shower. I will have my coffee later when she doesn't see me.

When I exit the bathroom that's connected to my room, Em is standing, looking gorgeous and holding a sexy top off the shoulders and low-necked to show off the assets and low-cut jeans. I tilt my head as if I question what she wants.

"Change to this and make the asshole regret he cast you aside for a 60-year-old hag. It doesn't hurt to make her see your awesome figure, either."

I giggle at the thought, but I am sure I will get nervous walking into my first class when I see them both. I will do it. I should make him hurt like he is hurting me, even though I know I can't literally. Right now, I will settle for some agony in his heart. I quickly change my clothes, and before I know it, we both are out the door and on our way to school.

I don't have a car, so I usually ride with Ryan, but that's the past. I used to get a ride with Emma sometimes, even though she had to go out of her way to pick me up. Now we are living together, and it's perfect; we can always go together. We don't have the same classes, but we usually start school at the same time and get off school at almost the same time every day. I am so happy I have the most amazing friends; I am blessed.

We get to the college parking lot; Em finds a great spot, and soon, we're out of the car and heading to class. She walked me to where my first class was and wanted to walk me into the huge room. She fears what everyone will say about me or the comments I will get; she acts like my mom sometimes. I open the door, take one step into the room, and freeze. Emma pushes me so she can see what I am gawking at.

It's my professor, Elizabeth Richardson, and my now ex-boyfriend, Ryan. I'm getting nauseous seeing what I have been able to block out of my mind. I made sure not to think about what they could be doing together, but I stood face-to-face with what I didn't want to see. Ryan holds her just like he used to hold me, tenderly close to his chest, as he kisses her with heat and desire. She had her hands on his ass and pulled him close to her and almost humping his d**k. If I didn't know any better, it looks like two teenagers in a high school hall getting it on, fully clothed.

Ryan clears his throat and avoids eye contact with me even though I look right at him.

"I should go. See you later, baby."

"Definitely, I need to feel you better without interruptions."

"Mrs. Richardson, are you serious? f*****g a 22-year-old boy that got my friend pregnant. And you act like we are interrupting you?"

"I will excuse your behavior on the count of it must hurt, just as we are giving Ana time to come to terms. Emma, you should leave. I need to start my class."

Ana started to look around; everyone was looking at us. Oh god, I am so sorry for my friend and how embarrassed she must be feeling standing in front of about 30 students. I hug her and leave the room, praying for the best. I hate to leave Ana, but I had no choice; I have class, and so does she if she doesn't choose to leave. I would understand if she would.

I am doing the walk of shame as I want to sit in the back. Every young man I pass makes whistles and shouts how beautiful, hot, or sexy I am. When I take my seat, I see Elizabeth looking displeased with every boy in the class and demanding everyone to be silent and sit down. All the young men stood up, and I felt enormous comfort; I am not a disgrace as I have thought, nor do the guys seem to think I am at fault. It makes me feel better enough to suffer through her class. In the 75-minute class, Elizabeth never asks me a question or makes eye contact with me. Throughout the class, some young women make slut coughs that are directed towards the professor. When the class is over, I have 20 minutes before the next class. I wanted to get something to eat and finally have coffee. I hoped to hurry out of the room, but no such luck. Some girls crowded me and made sure most guys and girls passed us, and we were the last ones to leave. They made a point to saunter, look at Elizabeth with disgust, and say as one loudly with anger.

"You should be reported!"

Elizabeth's look made me think of a dog with its tail between its legs when you caught it doing something it knows it shouldn't do.