Her Fake Rape, My Real Pregnancy

Synopsis

"Emily Lane, you jerk. How could you do something like this to me?" Sophie Quinn shrieked. Sophie rushed out of the equipment room, her clothes a mess, tears pouring down her cheeks, her delicate shoulders shaking with fear. She pointed right at me, her gorgeous eyes filled with tears and burning hatred. The crowd of students exploded, their eyes like daggers, all aimed straight at me. I stood there, still holding the sketchbook I'd borrowed, my mind completely blank. "Assault? Sophie, are you out of your mind?" I stared at her, thinking this was ridiculous. "I'm a girl. How could I possibly assault you?" The whole place went dead silent.