Pregnant For My Bully

Amelia Forbes

He’s not worth it. Jason Davenport is not worth it. He’s not worth it. I refuse to react. I refuse to give him another reason to pick on me.

I repeated this in my head as I walked through the gates and out of his mansion.

Two hours.

Two hours working on OUR project. All on my own. And he didn’t even offer me a single drop of water.

I knew he was an asshole. But this. . . it was inhumane.

I didn’t expect him to be nice to me or anything. But this was something else.

And I was famished, I felt like I would drop anytime soon.

Just 4 days and it’ll all be over, I reminded myself. I just need to finish on time.

I checked my phone. 4pm. Nana would be worried.

With that thought spurring me on, I walked faster.

As I got to a street sign-from there a 15 minute walk to my house-I heard someone call out my name.

Huh? That’s weird. I don’t really know anyone around here.

I’m probably just hearing things, I concluded, slapping a hand to my forehead.

I doubled my pace. Desperate to get home, I ignored the sharp pain in my knee every time I took a step.

“Mel!”

This time it was loud and clear.

I paused in my tracks, turning to catch a glimpse of whoever it was.

My eyes landed on the tall approaching figure of Adrian.

His smile faltered as he approached me.

“Mel. What’s the matter? And why are you walking alone?”

Oh no.

Jason had warned me before to stay away from his best friend.

But somehow, Adrian was the one who kept finding me.

“Mel, I asked a question,” He repeated. “Why are you walking alone? What about Jason?”

I swallowed. I had to come up with a reasonable explanation.

“Well, uh, we finished early. But I-I felt like walking home. To clear my head, you know?”

His face relaxed and it looked like he believed me.

Slowly I let out a breath of relief.

“Oh, uh, ok. I’m walking home too. You know, because Jason has my car?”

He smiled.

How could one person be so adorable?

“So, uhh, do you need company?” He asked, touching the back of his head.

Was he asking to walk with me?

Without hesitation, I nodded vigorously. I hated walking alone, anyways. Plus it was getting late. I really could use some company.

“Sure,” I said, giving out my first real smile in days.

As we walked side by side, chatting about everything from school to food to hobbies to football.

Yep. Football.

Remember that time I lied and told him my favorite team was Barca?

Yeah I may or may not have cleared him on that.

As he spoke-cracking his knuckles every few minutes-I watched him, marvelling again at how someone as good as him could be best friends with an asshole like Jason Davenport.

It was beyond me.

The more I thought about it, the more confused I got.

Shaking my head, I concentrated on my conversation with Adrian instead.

After walking for a while, Nana’s house came into view.

“We’re here,” I announced, halting the conversation.

“Oh, um, right.” He gave a small laugh, touching the back of his head.

That, I noticed, was another habit of his.

“Okay then,” I stated, still standing awkwardly.

I’d had such a good time walking with him. Not like I would tell him that. . .

“Um, yeah.” He turned away.

“Wait!” I called out.

His beautiful blue eyes looked at me, waiting.

“Would you, um, like to come inside?” I asked.

Did I just invite Adrian Goldfield into my home?

I swallowed, waiting for his response.

He smiled. “I’d love to. But it’s getting pretty late. I should head home.”

Goodness. I wasn’t even considering that. Why am I so dumb?

“Right. Of course. I’m so sorry. You should go.”

“It’s fine,” He smiled. “I’ll see you later?”

I knew I wasn’t supposed to but I said, “Yes, sure.”

“Okay. Cool.”

Still standing at my door, I watched his nice butt as he retreated into the distance.

Jason Davenport

Desire ran through me as I dialed Kimberly’s number. I hadn’t been able to leave the house in days, and I desperately needed her.

Finally she picked up.

“Hey Kim,” I said, my voice raspy and heavy.

I could almost see her rolling her eyes through the phone.

“Well, well, well. Look who called.” She said, laughing a little.

I went straight to the point.

“Can you come over?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She exclaimed.

“Wait. Wait.” I stated, trying to explain. “Dad isn’t home. And we’ll be quick. . . okay?”

She was silent for a while, then, “You’ve lost your damn mind, Jason. You lost your chance, now your paying for it. That’s none of my business.”

I cursed silently.

“Go take care of your boner sweetheart. Lots of porn and lots of lotion should do the trick,” She laughed.

And then the line went dead.

“Shit!” I shouted, throwing my phone on my bed and kicking my shoes off.

Fuck Kimberly.

Who needs her anyway?

Taking her advice, I stormed to the bathroom and proceeded to wank the desire away.

Amelia Forbes

As I got to school today, I unconsciously did two things as I walked through the hallway-trying to avoid Jason and searching for Adrian.

As I realized that they’d probably be together, I slapped my forehead.

Gosh, I could be so stupid sometimes.

As if on cue, they both burst through the front doors, with nearly the entire soccer team trailing them.

Jason had one arm on Adrian’s shoulder, saying something to him as they both laughed.

There had never been such clear opposites in the history of man, I was sure. And they were friends.

As they sighted me, I immediately wished I could crawl into my locker and disappear.

Jason scowled, a look of irritation on his face, as if I’d just ruined his perfect morning.

Adrian’s face broke into a smile and he raised his right hand to give me a small wave.Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Oh no. No, no, no.

Jason cocked an eyebrow, looking from Adrian to me. His face clouded and he threw me a look that clearly said he’d deal with me later.

Half the girls who stood in the hallway, stared at me, mouth agape.

Oh no.

Literally every girl at Wayne County High had a huge crush on Adrian. But of course, he never gave them the time of day.

Now here he was, waving at a nobody in the middle of the very public hallway.

I honestly hated all the attention.

Quickly I spun around and headed for for my first class.

As I sat, I realized that I didn’t wave back at Adrian.

What if he felt bad? Or felt like I ignored him?

I didn’t want him to think that I was stuck up. Or proud.

But no. Jason was there. Jason wouldn’t have taken it lightly.

Me, a worthless nobody, exchanging pleasantries with his best friend.

I shuddered at the thought of what he would do.

Deciding that I would just apologize to Adrian later, I concentrated on class instead.

Halfway through class, I noticed Kimberly and her minions glaring at me from the back.

Huh? When did they get in?

I tried to pretend that I didn’t see them. They probably saw what happened in the hallway with Adrian.

I shut my eyes tightly. Why couldn’t these people just leave me the heck alone.

I breathed deeply. Ok, Mel. Pull yourself together. Just try to avoid them as much as possible today and go home quickly. You’ll be okay.

Some hours later after I had attended my first three classes, I jumped up, escaping to the bathroom.

At intervals I’d look behind, checking to make sure no one was following me.

As I got to the bathroom, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Looking in the mirror, I wiped the beads of sweat that had started to form on my forehead.

Just two more classes for today and I’d be free.

I stalled in the bathroom for a while to make sure it was safe to leave.

Satisfied, I threw the door open, looking left and right before walking out.

As I congratulated myself on my success, a strong arm grabbed me from behind and shoved me into an empty classroom.

Jason Davenport

I sighted the bitch as she walked out of the girls’ bathroom.

So she thought she could escape me today. Not even in her dreams.

I quickly covered the distance between us, grabbing her arm and pushing her into an empty class.

As she started to let out a squeal, I clapped a hand over her mouth and shook my head.

She nodded, fear visible in her eyes.

I slowly released my hand, glaring at her. As she opened her mouth to say something, I gave her a heavy whack on the forehead.

She whimpered, holding her hand to her head.

“What did I tell you about Adrian?” I growled.

She recoiled at the sound of my voice, tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“What the fuck did I tell you about Adrian!” I shouted. Louder this time.

“To-to stay away from him,” She murmured almost inaudibly.

“Good. So what the hell was that shit in the hallway,” I asked, feeling my temple throb.

As a response, she hung her head, tears spilling on her cheeks.

Could she do any better than this? She was always crying like some moron. And it was more irritating than anything else.

I tightened my hold on her neck.

“This is the last time I’m gonna say this. Stay the fuck away from Adrian. Next time, if I catch you having any form of contact with my best friend, I promise you’ll regret your existence.”

As I let go, I heard her murmur something like “It’s not like I don’t regret it already”.

“What was that?” I growled, regaining my hold on her neck.

She coughed violently, her face reddening. “No-nothing,” She managed to squeak out.

“Yeah, I thought so,” I said.

Letting go, I scowled and walked out to the sound of her whimpering.