My brother called me to his school, and his serious tone totally freaked me out. I rushed to his teacher’s office, only to find him, his teacher, and the female student I’d unexpectedly helped last semester, all sitting inside. The girl, clutching her slightly bulging belly, dropped to her knees in front of me, right there in front of the teacher. Tears streamed down her face. “Honey, I know this unplanned pregnancy is a lot to handle, but you can’t just abandon me and our baby because of it!” She reached out, trying to grab my shirt, but I sharply stepped back, turning to leave. Her cries behind me were absolutely gut-wrenching: “How can you be so heartless?! If I’d known you’d just use me and then forget about it, I never would’ve gone to that hotel with you!” The teacher shot me a look of pure resentment: “Look, being young is no excuse, young man. A guy needs to step up and take responsibility!” A crowd of onlookers was gathering outside the door, their whispers and disdainful stares practically drowning me. In the middle of all this chaos, my brother, Alex, leaned against the wall and casually chimed in: “Hey, sis, aren’t you going to stick around and see your unborn child?”
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—”
But the mockery and slander didn’t stop; they only intensified: “Alright, stop making stuff up! You two brothers are both bad news!” “These days, scumbags have seriously deep schemes. Girls, remember this if you ever scroll past it!” In less than an hour, I, who had done absolutely nothing, became the target of online hate. I stopped Alex from trying to defend me and looked at Brittany, who appeared so fragile and easily victimized. *Okay, so you want to sling mud, huh?* *We’ll see who ends up standing clean in front of everyone!* I looked at Brittany, still sobbing, and curved my lips into a slight smirk: “What evidence do you have to prove that the baby in your belly is mine?” The crowd instantly quieted. Those holding phones to livestream instinctively pointed their cameras at Brittany, awaiting her answer. A flicker of panic crossed Brittany’s face, but it was quickly masked by an even more torrential flow of tears: “Evidence? You’re asking me for evidence? That night at the hotel… you, you mean you’ve forgotten everything?” “Which hotel? Which night?” I asked calmly, as if discussing the weather. “What was the room number? Where’s the booking record? Or…” My gaze swept down to her abdomen: “Can you produce anything that proves I had physical contact with you? Anything that proves I have a biological connection to the child in your belly?” A trace of embarrassment flushed Brittany’s face: “How can you ask me to talk about something like that? Isn’t the baby the best proof?” Mr. Thompson frowned, seeming to think my questions were a bit much. “Hayden, this is getting out of hand! How could Brittany, a girl, produce specific evidence for such intimate matters?” “Can’t produce it?” I raised an eyebrow, my voice suddenly louder, sweeping my gaze over the cameras at the door: “So, you’re saying it’s all based on her word? Whoever she *says* the father is, *is* the father?” “Then today, could I stand here and point to any male student, or even to *you*, and say the baby is yours?” “You’re talking nonsense!” Mr. Thompson was furious. I scoffed, finally letting my anger show: “Teacher! Before you accuse me of being out of line, why don’t you consider this: based solely on her unilateral accusation, with no substantial evidence, you’re forcing me to take responsibility for her. Is that fair to me?” No sooner had I spoken than Brittany’s voice rang out again: “You want evidence? Fine!” She pulled out her phone and displayed several screenshots: “This is the movie ticket you bought for us, this is the receipt from the dinner you treated me to, and this… this is the record from the first time we stayed in a room together…” She paused, lowering her voice, but it was loud enough for everyone present to hear: “The baby in my belly was conceived the third time we stayed in a room. Honey, are you still going to deny it now?” *No wonder she kept asking me out after that first meeting—she’d been planning to frame me all along!* I glanced at those so-called “evidence” pieces, a cold smirk playing on my lips: “A few questionable tickets and receipts, plus a record that could easily be Photoshopped. And you think you can make a fool out of me? Not cool!” “Oh my god! This guy is disgusting! Didn’t he ask for evidence? Now that she has it, he denies it!” “Jerk, he’s clearly just trying to shirk responsibility!” Hearing the public opinion overwhelmingly against me, Brittany’s tears welled up again: “Honey, how can you slander me like this?!” “I know our families are very different, and you think I’m not good enough for you, but the baby is innocent!”
Mr. Thompson, even more disgusted, stepped directly in front of Brittany, his voice filled with disappointment: “Brittany is a young woman; would she really stake her innocence and reputation to falsely accuse you?!” He shook his head sorrowfully, as if looking at a lost cause, a degenerate youth beyond saving: “I initially thought you were just young and afraid of responsibility, but now, it seems you have a serious character issue! You can’t tell right from wrong, you twist facts and deny reality! No school would tolerate a student like you!” He took a deep breath, seemingly making a firm decision: “This matter is severe. It’s no longer just a private emotional dispute, but a serious violation of school rules and regulations that harms the school’s reputation! You must immediately and sincerely apologize to Brittany and fulfill your responsibilities as a man! Otherwise, I will contact your university’s leadership, and you will face serious consequences, up to expulsion!” Behind Mr. Thompson, Brittany flashed a triumphant smirk. She tugged at the teacher’s sleeve, speaking softly: “Mr. Thompson, please don’t! Hayden is just confused right now. I believe he’s not bad at heart… As long as he acknowledges me and the baby, I don’t need his apology!” This display of understanding instantly won over everyone’s sympathy, indirectly nailing me to the wall as a heartless jerk. Online discussions were spiraling out of control. Seeing the worried look in Alex’s eyes, I knew that simply stating I was a woman wouldn’t work anymore. More and more people would jump on the bandwagon, believing it was just an excuse to escape responsibility. If that happened, I wouldn’t just fail to prove my innocence; my gender and orientation might become public gossip. I took a deep breath, deciding to escalate the situation even further. Turning to the nearest camera, I spoke softly: “Fellow students, netizens, what’s happening here is not only unexpected but utterly absurd.” I paused, my gaze sweeping over the varied expressions of the crowd: “But now, I know any feeble defense seems powerless in the face of so-called evidence and a victim. In that case, I am willing to use a more scientific, more direct method to prove my innocence.” I looked at Brittany, my gaze calm but with an undeniable pressure: “Brittany, since neither of us can convince the other, let’s go to the hospital. Now, immediately, in front of everyone, let’s get a prenatal paternity test. Let science tell us whether I am, in fact, the father of the child in your belly.” Brittany’s face instantly went ashen, and she refused almost immediately: “No… no way!” This sudden refusal was too abrupt, instantly drawing everyone’s attention, even Mr. Thompson looked at her, confused. I pressed on: “Why not? Isn’t this the most definitive way to prove who’s lying? Brittany, you’re feeling guilty!” Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Brittany’s gaze darted around, and her fingers instinctively twisted the hem of her clothes. Soon, she seemed to make up her mind: “Fine, let’s go! Hayden Hayes, you’re forcing my hand! If… if the test results come back proving the baby is yours, you *must* take full responsibility for me and the child! In front of everyone, admit your wrongdoing!” Her reaction was somewhat unexpected, but that momentary guilt didn’t seem faked. I scoffed internally, readily agreeing. And so, a farce moved from the teacher’s office to the city’s most authoritative testing center. News spread like wildfire, attracting not only students from the school but also several sharp-nosed media outlets and some local big influencers, who packed the hospital corridor. No one wanted to miss the first-hand scoop on this story.
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