Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport

My eyes narrowed as I saw Amelia emerge from the stairs leading to the back of the school.

What the fuck?

She looked. . . happy.

I hadn’t seen her all day and I was starting to think that she was avoiding me because she was scared-which was good, of course.

But here she was.

The bitch was smiling like she just won the fucking lottery.

Seeing her look so calm and relaxed pierced at something in my chest, rage beginning to bubble through me.

What right did this bitch have to happy?

It’s her fault that mom isn’t with me today. So what right did she have to look so happy.

She was destined to be lonely and miserable for the rest of her fucking pathetic life. And I was going to make sure of that.

Jason Davenport

My hands formed a fist in pocket as I leaned against a desk in the library. I checked my watch.

I’d been here for 15 minutes?

This bitch was making me wait for her. Again. Didn’t she learn her lesson from the last time? I wondered.

Irritated, I planted my feet-which were initially resting on a desk but quickly brought down whenever the librarian came into view-back on the floor, checking the time again.

As I looked up from my watch, my gaze fell on Amelia. She looked breathless, as if she had run all the way here, but she still had the relaxed air from before.

Not for long now.

She stared at me without a word, probably waiting for me to say something.

After a few moments she spoke up, “The music teacher requested me to help with placing the instruments back into place.”

I regarded her coolly, my jaw beginning to tic.

She didn’t sound rude. But she didn’t sound scared either.

What the fuck was going on?

Fuming, I stood up in a flash, gripping her left arm and dragging her out of the library.

I saw her flinch in pain at the force I was applying on her arm.

Good.

I dragged her down the stairs, heading for the back of the school-the most secluded part of the school.

Getting there, I slammed her hard against the brick wall, smiling with satisfaction when she shut her eyes tight from the impact, a stream of tears falling from her eyes.

Not giving her time to recover from that, I grabbed her by the collar, grappling her neck in my fist.

“What the fuck was that shit you pulled yesterday?” I demanded.

Her fingers rose to her neck tapping weakly against mine.

Smiling I squeezed tighter.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Answer me, damn it!” I shouted.

“Not so brave now, are we?” I sneered, keeping my grip on her neck firm.

“Ple-please. . .” She managed to choke out, squirming in my grip.

I leaned towards her. “Now, listen to me carefully. Don’t you ever, ever, think you’ll ever be anything more than a pathetic, dumb bitch.”

“Remember that next time you start feeling important, like you’re worth something. Because you’re not. And you’ll never be. No matter how hard you try, you’ll always be the girl that everyone pities.”

“You think you have friends?” I laughed heartily. “Your dumb friend Benjamin what’s his name? Adrian?” I laughed again.

“You’re nothing but a charity case, Mel.” I said with contempt. “Nobody really cares about you. They just feel sorry for you.”

She had stopped struggling now. The glint in her eyes slowly disappeared until it was completely gone. Her shoulders slumped and her head drooped, teardrops falling in torrents on my hand.

Good.

We were back on the same page.

Slowly, I released her neck, watching her double over to cough painfully and move her hands up to caress her neck.

I grabbed her roughly and planted her upright on her feet.

“Do we understand each other?” I asked threateningly.

She cowered at the sound of my voice and mumbled a “yes” in reply.

“Wipe your face,” I ordered.

She slowly ran the edge of her sleeve over her tear stained face, avoiding my gaze the whole time.

I smirked, satisfied that she’d remembered her place.

After a few moments of watching her struggle to stop her tears, a broken expression on her face, I asked, “The project is due to start today right?”

She nodded weakly, avoiding my gaze.

“Good. You start ours tomorrow.”

“My house,” I added.

She looked up like she was about to protest but lowered her gaze at my cold expression.

“Okay,” She muttered.

“I can’t hear you.”

She looked up again with a tired fed up expression. “I said, okay.”

“Good. Now get out of my sight.”

She quickly scrambled away from me-desperate to escape-bumping into an approaching Adrian in the process.

The expression on his face melted into one of concern as he sighted her.

“Hey Amelia, you okay?” He asked, placing a hand on her shoulder to steady her.

Luckily she wasn’t crying anymore, although her eyes were red rimmed. I immediately shot her a death glare. A sign to keep her mouth shut.

Sniffing a little, she cleared her throat, “Yeah I’m fine. How-how are you?” She said faking a smile.

I rolled my eyes.

Could this bitch be any more dramatic?

Adrian narrowed his eyes, a bit confused. “Um, I’m fine too, Mel.”

Annoyed I cut in. “Yo, Adrian, buddy, I’ve been waiting for you. Can we go now?”

Adrian looked from me to the bitch. “Are you sure everything is okay?” He looked at her.

“She said she’s fine Adrian,” I told him.

“I met her like this too and I asked her. She said she’s okay.” I added, coating my voice with fake concern.

Her head shot up immediately. She stared at me, her eyes full of hate.

I smirked at her, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

Bitterly, she turned to Adrian. “I have to go now. My grandma will be home soon.”

Adrian looked like he wanted to say more, but instead he just placed a hand on her shoulder. “Take care of yourself, Mel.”

Why did he care so much about this bitch? What was it about her?

He was always so concerned about the bitch and it pissed me off.

She nodded and scurried away and out of sight.

Adrian looked on after she was gone, concern still written clearly on his face.

Annoyed, I thumped him on the back. “Come on, man. Let’s go.”

“Yeah sure,” He said, snapping out of it. “Video games at my house?”

“Hell yeah,” I smiled.

I hadn’t played video games in two days and it was killing me.

I scowled as the thought of being grounded resurfaced.

Fuck that shit, anyway. I’d enjoy the moment as much as I could then.