Maria wasn't at school, but I doubted if Lucy could resist telling her I was now pregnant. I tried phoning her at break time but I didn't get an answer. Anyway when I got home after school mum would be home. I guess that was more than enough to be going on with.
Martin walked me home after school.
"Can I come in with you?"
"No, I don't think mum would cope with that very well."
He shrugged his shoulders and handed me my school bag.
Mum looked at me for a few seconds as I just stood in the doorway. She opened her arms and cuddled me as I cried. Finally she pushed me back and held me by the shoulders, she looked deep into my eyes.
"So, is this boy going to marry you?" she asked, after a few seconds.
I shook my head.
"I think he would if I let him, but at the moment I don't know what I want. Anyway, his mum wouldn't let that happen."
Andrew came in at that moment. Mum launched into him straight away. Then he mentioned the car he had bought me.
"For heavens sake, Gina gets pregnant and you buy her a bloody car!"
She threw her arms up in the air.
"Bloody ridiculous, well if you are feeling that generous couldn't you buy her something bloody useful? She is having a baby, a car is the last thing she wants right now, you cretin."
Well mum was wrong there. I walked out and went for a drive. I didn't think they even noticed I had gone!
Eventually I got hold of Maria, I picked her up and we went for a drive into the country. My mobile went off just as I turned the engine off. I switched it off and threw it on the back seat.
"Was that your mum?"
I nodded.
For the next hour we talked over our problems. Maria told me she had stopped doing the sex thing in the pub. Now she was more like her old self. We ended up laughing and joking for a while.
"So, is your mum still splitting up with Andrew?"
"Yeah, well he came home from work and they started again. Arguing I mean. I bet he will be gone by the time I get home."
"So, did you ever do it with him?" Maria asked with a grin.
I shook my head.
"Shame, anyway let me know where he ends up staying, I might go and see if he needs any company from time to time."
"You fucking slag," I said with a grin.
"Yeah, you and me both, darling," she said.
We were still giggling when I dropped her off at the pub.
"Are you sure you don't want a drink?"
"Maria, I'm pregnant, the poor little shit has enough to cope with having me for its mum. I don't think it would like being born with a hangover. Anyway I thought you weren't doing the sex thing anymore?"
"I'm not, I told you. I just want a, drink."
We kissed and hugged and I watched her go into the pub. My smile soon faded when I realised what I was going home to.
The house was quiet when I got in. Andrew's car was still on the drive, so that was a good sign, well I hoped. I guess mum was jet lagged or whatever due to the flight back. When I got to the top of the stairs I heard snoring. Both of them, and coming from the same room!
At breakfast I watched Andrew come in. He put his arms around mum's waist and hugged her from behind. She didn't squeal or hit him with the frying pan, she actually smiled! At least that is what I think it was. He was kissing her neck and she was bloody giggling now!
"Do you two have to do that?" I grizzled.
"Darling, Andrew and I are going to try again. We had a long talk, amongst other things, when you went off in a sulk. I have been neglectful, and some of this is my fault, so today we start a fresh."
"Pardon me for not jumping through hoops," I mumbled sarcastically.
So there I was at school wondering just how my stepfather could cheat on mum, and then pretend it didn't happen. Fucking hell men are pigs!
I went for my interview for my job experience. I didn't really see the point. I was going to be a mother now, so why the fuck did I have to go and work in a grotty supermarket! Anyway, I did the next week, of course I didn't have much enthusiasm, and I flatly refused to clean the fucking toilets. Marge was well into her 50's and we got off on the wrong foot, stupid fat cow. Well she just didn't seem to care that I busted a nail picking up a stupid Christmas selection box. She left me there stacking a shelf, and all on my own at that!
I went up to the canteen and had a coffee. Marge came in 5 minutes later with such a scowl on her ugly fat face. She marched me down to the shelf and pointed at it.
"This is all wrong, you have stacked them up side down, and some of the boxes are squashed," she growled.
"Well they wouldn't all fit in the shelves. This is slave labour you know, my feet hurt and that bloke on the fish counter keeps leering at me, has he got something about uniforms, the ugly old shit?" I snapped.
"That is my husband!" she shrieked.
Christ, no wonder he can't keep his eyes off me, if he has to bonk her when he gets his gross and probably smelly little cock hard!
"And this, what is this? You can't just put any sign on any shelf," she shrieked in horror.
I watched her scamper off to the tills. I stood quite pleased with myself. Well all those happy customers with Christmas selection boxes cuing up, all smiling and clutching boxes from my display.
I smiled at the store manager. God he was cute, and only about 30. Marge was busy telling him I was the reason for the sudden rush on the selection boxes. He picked up the sign and looked at it.
"Buy one get three free, and a free litre of petrol, before midnight," he said reading the sign.
He looked at me and pointed to the sign.
"Did you write this?"
Oops, I guess I had fucked up big time here.
"Well Marge told me to put a sign on it, she told me to use my imagination," I mumbled.
"I said to use your imagination about where you put the sign," she hissed through gritted teeth.
She grabbed the sign from the manager and turned it over.