High School Never Ends!

Biddy stepped over to David, smiling at him.
"Can I sit down?"

David looked up from his tray and nodded slowly.
"Yeah... have a seat." He smiled warmly.

Biddy sat down and fidgeted.
"Ummm....Your a doctor right?....I think im...pregnant. Can you help me?"

"Well its nto official yet but I'd like to be. I know a lot." He nodded and looked him over. "Well... what would you want help with?"

"I am pretty sure the daddy is Devin...but not completely sure and I dont wanna tell him..." He frowned at David,

"Hm..." David hummed and seemed to think this over. "Well I know how to figure it out but I don't have the equipment." He paused again. "Well... if you meet me in the nurse's office after school I'll see if she has anything. She'll be gone by then." He nodded. "And I just need a strand of Devin's hair.."

"Okay...." Biddy nodded. "Ill see you then with the hair, thank you..." Biddy chewed his lip, he felt sick, wanted to go lay down....
But he needed to do this and do it quick.
He strut by Devin slowly, sneaking close and reaching out, trying to get a loose strand of hair from his shirt.

But Devin caught his hand, smiling at him as he turned to face him.
"Sup Biddy?"

Biddy looked away, pretending to wave over to Quaid who went along with him.
"Hi."
He was cursing up a storm in his head.

Devin frowned.
"Why ya avoiding me lately?"

"Im not."
He eyes the hair, pulling his hand away and awkwardly standing there.

Devin pouted.
"Are too." He poked him. "Whyyy?"

Biddy simply walked away, absent mindlessly rubbing his stomach and he sat back with Zac.
"I need a hair from him."

"So go and yank out a hair." He shrugged. "I'll do it!" He chuckled.
Devin frowned after Biddy.

"Please?" Biddy nodded at him. "It would mean a lot Zac."

"Sure thing. You'd be able to do this if you weren't avoiding him." He shrugged and stood, straightening his clothes and walking over to Devin.
You could see him start talking. Devin was a whore, he'd flirt with anyone. Zac was acting like a whore but he was far from it. He giggled and batted his eyelashes. Within minutes Devin's hand was on his hips. Only another minute and Zac woudl get it.
He acted like he was interested in more than just conversation until he was able to discreetly rest his hand on Devin's neck. He laughed about something cutely and ran his fingers through Devin's hair, catching a few loose strands in his hand.
"Oh look, I gotta go. Nice talking to you." He pecked his cheek and jogged off back to Biddy, handing him the hairs.

But this made Biddy feel worse...
Fucking Devin would have anyone....
God only knew how many kids he had.
But Biddy was grateful for the hair, even explaining to Quaid when he came by, ready to clean Devin's clock.

Zac explained immediately to Quaid that he wasn't really flirting, not wanting to upset him.

Quaid nodded, sitting with them now.
"How is Preggo now?" He held Zac's hand, rubbing circles on the back of it as Biddy put the hair away.

"Don't think he's doin too good... he's cranky." Zac stuck his tongue out at Biddy, leaning into Quaid lightly.

"Yeah, he has been like that for a while now, kinda weird for the Burd."
"Fuck you both...in the ass....with something sharp....and pointy..." Biddy pouted at them, looking over at Dustin who was still on Sage's case.

Sage had his ears covered, trying to drown the southern boy out but he just wouldn't quit...

"Nah... I think I'll pass on that." Zac smirked

Quaid looked back and nodded.
"Me too, that sounds more like you and Dev."

"Indeed it does." Zac hummed, nodding in agreement.

"There is no me and Devin. Its Devin, his fuck toys, Me and a baby."
Biddy rested his head on his folded arms.