She moves, shuffling over the stones of the resort, her sneakers - no flip flops, while they would have been easier to get into, she really wasn’t in the mood for comments about her swollen feet - squeaking slightly. It’s at the soft breeze that passes that she shrinks within herself, wrapping her arms tighter around her abdomen, drawing her ugly robe closer around her. The air is warm but she feels bloated and a little moody. Not to mention she has to pee, again. Really she’d just love to forget about it. Forget about that stupid mistake with that one boy she made those few weeks ago. But of course, she can’t because there is a tiny little thing growing inside her and becoming more of a problem each passing day. She sighs, feeling her mood shift drastically. When her parents had announced they’d love to see her during her spring break, Nessa, in a panic, had stuttered out that she was tagging along on the trip to Greece with school before hanging up real quick. She couldn’t face them, not now. Her mother would gush and comment about the barely visible curves she’d gotten. Her brother would probably joke she’d finally become a normal girl and grown ‘the smallest tits in the world’ like she hadn’t had them before. And seeing her little sister, having to babysit and actually take care of the little toddler scared her to death right now. She stumbles further, moving towards the lobby for some - rather disgusting - coffee. Trying to stay clear of buying anything unhealthy even if she was craving. Her gaze is cast downwards, watching her feet and the slow moving ground and before she knows it she tumbles into a tall like form. Flickering her eyes up in alarm, she breathes at the sight of Logan. Her baby daddy-- the one boy she’d wish to forget. “Oh-- hey.”
