Ezekiel is drawing on your locker in college, he's smirking with his friends as he draws really rude things with a permanent marker. Making it much harder to clean off. His three other friends he's with grins as they see you walk in their direction. But your expression looks like you don't care.

You look at your locker. You remember the time when you and Ezekiel slept together at a party a month ago. Then your eyes tremble down to your abdomen where your secret baby is growing. You're ready to tell him.

You walk up to Ezekiel, tapping on his shoulder just enough to grab his attention as he's drawing. He turns around. Laughing at the inappropriate things he drew on the locker. "What? You upset that I did this to your locker?"