Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport

I didn’t have to sneak out because dad already knew I was going out. Not like he could stop me anyway.

But the way downstairs was so long. I didn’t feel like it right now.

So I just climbed out my bedroom window, using the spaces in the walls as support.

As I was almost at ground level, I heard someone moving below, close to the trees.

Shit.

I wasn’t sneaking out, yes. But I didn’t want dad to find out that I had been using my bedroom as an escape route. He’d probably switch rooms for me. And that’d be shit.

I descended slowly, trying to be quiet. Thank God it was dark. Else it wouldn’t have ended well.

I just needed to get the fuck out this house.

I stopped my descent when I heard Ashley’s voice.

Was she arguing with someone?

I looked down to check, and sure enough she was alone. But I could see the dim light from her iPhone, so I figured she was on a call.

Why did she have to come outside for the call though?

Straining, I leaned in to listen in.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Look, we have to be careful. These things can go wrong. . .” She was saying to the person on the other line.

“Um. . . yeah okay, that might work. I’m going on vacation with him soon-”

I caught these little bits of the conversation, although I couldn’t hear the person on the other side.

But they didn’t make sense.

Suddenly she stated in a hurry, “Ok, ok I gotta go now. He’ll be wondering where I’ve been.”

A pause. Then,

“Okay I send you the details. . . Yeah. . . Okay. Bye.”

She hung up the phone.

For a moment, she stood making sure no one was around. Then she walked out from behind the bushes and made her way back upstairs.

I frowned.

What was this bitch planning, I wondered.

All I could tell right now was that it had something to do with Dad.

Well, whatever it was, I was going to find out.

Amelia Forbes

As I walked through the hallway and to my locker, I desperately hoped that Jason and Kimberly had forgotten about me in the past few days that I had been absent.

I knew that wouldn’t happen though.

But still, fingers crossed. Right?

As I got to my locker and started taking out the notes and textbooks I would need, my mind wandered to Adrian.

Unintentionally, a smile crossed my face.

Having him over was the nicest thing that’d happened in a while.

We had talked about stuff while eating the chocolate he’d gifted me. After a while we’d walked to the kitchen still talking, where he had offered to make dinner.

Yes, Adrian was an excellent cook. Which surprised me, to be honest. He didn’t seem like the type that’d know how to even turn on the cooker.

But yeah, at the the end, the spicy spaghetti and chicken had come out surprisingly well.

He even made a small portion of chicken soup-to help my cold.

Apparently, Nana had liked his company so much she invited him over for dinner this weekend.

But what if. . . she was just trying to set us up.

I wouldn’t put it past her.

But as for me. . . I wasn’t sure I felt THAT way for Adrian.

I mean, he was nice and sweet and cute. Not to mention his very nice butt. . .

That’s not the point, Mel, I chided myself, putting a hand to my forehead.

What the hell was I doing? I caught myself, realizing the reality of the situation.

I was supposed to be staying away from Adrian. Completely avoiding him, even.

But no. Here I was.

In less than a day, he had come over to my house, gotten me a gift, and cooked for me.

I tugged at the ends of my hair. Jason wouldn’t take it lightly if he found it.

I needed to be careful, I decided. It was probably best to not see Adrian anymore.

Yes. That’s the best thing to do.

Sighing inaudibly, I trudged a the way to my first class. Which, of course I had with both Kimberly and Jason.

As I walked in, I noticed Kimberly and her minions sitting at a corner in the back of the class.

I quickly tried to find my way to my seat, hoping they wouldn’t notice me.

But we all know that’s never gonna happen.

Aneeka noticed me trying to stay out of sight, and tapped Kimberly. Almost immediately, she whipped around and fixed me with a dirty glare.

“Argh, no.” She said, rolling a lollipop in her mouth. “When we all thought she was dead.”

Malia and Aneeka burst into a round of cackling.

I tried to keep my face calm, hoping they would just leave me alone.

Kimberly’s outburst made almost everyone in the class notice me. I hated the stares, the glares, the sneering. I tried to actively block them out as I found a seat and put my things down.

“Girl in the rain!” Someone shouted from the back, egged on by the cheers and laughter from my classmates.

I knew it was Aneeka. Her stupid tinkly voice. . .

“Aquawoman.” Someone sitting right beside me said, sniggering.

I did a double take. I didn’t even know this girl. Now people I didn’t even know had joined in the bullying.

Tears of pain and shame threatened to fall. But I knew that was what they wanted.

Out of nowhere, someone threw a crumpled piece of paper at me, attracting more laughs from my classmates.

Soon everyone started to join in.

The tears hung on the edge of my eyes.

Please don’t fall. Please don’t fall.

A single tear rolled from my eyes and down to the front of my shirt.

I tried again to block out the taunts. The laughing.

I looked around, the tears partially blurring my vision.

Everyone here was laughing at me.

Everyone.

I was that much of a joke. Just a piece of trash in the wrong place.

I grabbed my books, tears still flowing, and fled to the bathroom.

Jason Davenport

I watched Amelia leave class crying.

Finally the bitch was back. We had limited time to finish up the project. Plus I had homework that was due today.

I knew she was going to the bathroom to cry. So I followed her and waited at the nearby class.

After what seemed like hours, she trudged out, looking like the world had come to an end.

Irritated, I grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her to face me.

“Where the fuck have you been?” I spat.

Her eye widened in fear as she looked down at her feet murmuring, “I’ve been sick.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Who the fuck cares about that?”

Hissing I threw the four homework assignments I had at her feet.

“That’s my homework. Take care of it,” I ordered.

She slowly bent down to pick them up, nodding.

“And as for the project, we continue today.”

She looked up, her eyes widening. “I can’t do today. I still don’t feel well.”

I moved forward and grabbed her arm, squeezing.

“Whether you feel good or bad, it’s none of my fucking business. You’re not the first person in the world to fall sick.”

She stared at me, something that resembled anger beginning to spark.

I smirked. “You wanna hit me, Mel?” I asked, gripping her arm tighter.

She squirmed in my grip, tears of anger visible in her eyes. In defiance she didn’t let them fall.

“Huh? What you gonna do, Mel? Hit me?” I taunted her, enjoying the look helplessness in her eyes.

“Well?” I asked again, my grip tighter than ever.

She let out a broken cry in pain.

Good.

Motivated, I squeezed harder. She let out another cry.

Finally she let the tears fall.

“I’m sorry,” She sobbed. “I’m sorry for falling sick, I’m sorry for being such a waste of space.” She slumped to the floor, letting the books fall.

“I’m. . . sorry. I’ll do the homework right now. Please. . . stop.”

Her eyes were red and swollen from all the crying as she sat on the floor begging.

Why was this bitch always so dramatic?

The things she does just for a little sympathy from others.

Sighing, I realized I needed a smoke. So I walked away from her still sobbing on the floor.