Part 2How Could I Get Her Pregnant When I’m a Girl?

At his words, Brittany’s tears fell even harder.

“Honey…”

She gazed at me mournfully, her voice choked with grievance,

“Even your brother admits this baby is yours. Why can’t you just accept it?”

Alex, caught off guard, stumbled over his words, quickly interjecting:

“Wait! Is there a chance I just called her ‘sis’?”

“Alex, do you think I’m deaf?!”

Brittany shot up, her fingers trembling as she pointed at me, her voice catching:

“Ever since I got pregnant, you’ve been calling him ‘brother’ in front of me!”

“You two brothers are ganging up to lie to me. How long do you plan to keep this up?!”

I stared, shocked, at Alex, who was in the corner with his hands clasped together, his eyes practically screaming:

*Hayden, I was just messing with her to embarrass her! I didn’t mean to screw you over!*

“I’m pregnant and unmarried; my reputation is ruined… I just want the baby’s father to take responsibility, is that so wrong?”

Brittany gently stroked her belly, looking at me with tear-filled eyes:

“Hayden Hayes, my mom always says bald men are the most heartless… I didn't believe her, but you’ve disappointed me so much!”

*What the hell is with 'bald men'?!*

Okay, yeah, I’m 5’11”, and my voice is pretty low.

But seriously, come on!

If you’re going to scam someone for money, at least make sure you’ve got my gender right!

*I’m a woman!*

I touched my prickly, recently shaved head, feeling like snowflakes were suddenly drifting outside the summer window.

If I’d known this was going to happen today, I never would’ve taken her to the hospital when she passed out from period cramps!

“Brittany, you’ve seriously got this wrong. I shaved my head just to keep cool, actually, I’m—”

“Enough!” Mr. Thompson sharply cut me off.

“I know you’re young and scared of responsibility! But Brittany is a girl; she’s paying a much bigger price! And you just dismiss everything with a ‘misunderstanding’?”

He looked at me, still trying to argue, with a disappointed expression:

“Look at you. You don’t look like a man at all!”

*Exactly!*

*Where do I look like a man?!*

“Teacher, I’m really a—”

“That’s it!”

He waved his hand, cutting me off again:

“Call your parents, now!”

He paused, then continued:

“Brittany’s parents are divorced, and her family situation is special. It would be best to have your parents come discuss the baby’s situation first!”

As soon as Mr. Thompson finished speaking, Brittany lunged at me:

“Honey! I have no one else in this world! If you abandon me and our baby too, I won’t be able to live!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!”

I frantically waved my hands, backing away in a panic:

“Don’t call me honey, I…”

“I know!”

Brittany cut me off, her voice choked:

“You’re mad that I didn’t use protection and got pregnant, but I promise, if you just acknowledge me and the baby, I’ll listen to everything you say from now on!”

At the same time, the crowd of onlookers outside erupted:

“Holy crap! My fists are clenching! What kind of man gets his girlfriend pregnant and then tries to run?!”

“Look at his shaved head, you just *know* he’s bad news! Scumbag!”

“Record this! Record this! He needs to go viral on campus feeds! Let the whole school judge him!”

“You guys, seriously! I caught a live scumbag right outside the teacher's office! Drop a Super Chat, and I’ll go in and film for everyone!”

Phone cameras, like black muzzles, aimed straight at me.

Alex clearly hadn’t expected things to escalate this much. He stepped in front of me, his forehead veins throbbing with anger:

“What the hell are you filming?! This is my sister—”