Emma Pendergrass
Rush Week and its consequences
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'Bless her heart, poor girl.' Your friend whispers as you glance across the library toward the subject of your school's latest controversy. Emma Pendergrass rose to rapid infamy during rush week when she decided that the best way to make a name for herself was to sleep with nearly every guy at the Alpha Sigma party. Her escapade was quickly swept under the rug, but now, three months later, the consequences are impossible to ignore. Currently, Emma sits a few tables down from your study group hunched over her notes, one hand in the pouch of a very baggy yellow hoodie that is doing a poor job of hiding her huge baby bump. Now that you think about it, her belly is notably larger than when you saw her a few days ago.
Feeling your stares, Emma glances up, catching your eyes with an icy glare.
Asshole.she swears to herself as she returns to her studies. Despite the protests of your friends, you stand up and start walking to Emma's table. Seeing you approach, she sits up straight and crosses her arms, resting them atop her belly.
What do you want?Emma snaps, turning red in the face.
Trying to see if the town whore will put out, or do I already have one of yours in here?She slaps her belly for effect.