Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport

I shaded my eyes with my hands as the sunlight peeked through the huge, open window right across my bed.

Squinting, I tried to adjust my eyes to the bright light.

The wall clock opposite my bed showed that it was 6:50am.

I scowled.

I had come in late last night and I hadn’t even gotten enough rest. Now I have to go to school.

Fuck school.

After stalling for a few minutes, I stalked to the bathroom where a servant had already prepared my bath, as per usual.

Still feeling sleepy, I relaxed and let the hot water soothe and relax my muscles.

As a thought crossed my mind I said out loud, “I hope that midget remembers that the Chemistry homework is due today.”

She better not. Or she’d get it.

It took me approximately forty five minutes to get ready. With one final look in the mirror, I grabbed my backpack and headed for the living room, propelled by the delicious scent of bacon and fried eggs.

I frowned as I caught a glimpse of Ashley. She was bent over the dining table-giving her personal photographer instructions on how to angle the camera-as he took pictures of the neatly arranged set of plates filled with bacon and eggs.

Probably for her Instagram page.

I rolled my eyes.

Jobless bitch.

Suddenly she clapped her hands looking satisfied.

“Great!” She squealed. Then motioned the photographer to leave.

Spotting me, she smiled. “Oh hey, Jace. How are you doing?”

I frowned, taking a seat and digging into my food without a word. If I stood talking with her for much longer, I would lose my appetite.

Undeterred, she took the seat across from me asking, “Aren’t you going to wait for your dad?”

I rolled my eyes, determined to ignore her.

She sighed. “Why are you always in a bad mood, Jace?”

I looked up. “Why are you such a whore, Ash?” I retorted, in a salty tone.

Her face reddened and she rubbed her temple, looking like she was going to be sick.

Dramatic bitch.

Dad walked in then, increasing his pace as he saw her.

He placed a hand on her back as he got to the table. “Baby, you okay?”

I rolled my eyes in disgust.

“I’m trying to have breakfast here,” I said, scowling.

Ashley threw me a dirty look. I replied with a shrug and a smirk.

Dad fixed me with a look full of disappointment. “Look Jason, I know you’re still trying to adjust to having a stepmom,” He stated.

I decided not to point out the fact this was my third time having a stepmom.

“But,” He continued. “You should treat your mother with respect and care about her wellbeing.

“She’s not my mother,” I said, folding my arms and my fork fell to my plate.

“Jason.” Dad said sternly.

“But she’s not!” My voice rose an octave. I was sick and tired of him trying to force me to pretend that we were one big, happy family.

Dad rose from his seat, a reddish hue to his face. “Let this be the last time you disrespect your mother. Ever again?”

I looked on, breathing hard.

“Is that clear?!” Dad repeated.

“Yes.”I murmured.

“I can’t hear you! And I’m pretty sure your mother can’t either.”

I was breathing hard in rage.

“I’m sorry, mother,” I managed to blurt out.

At that, Dad retook his seat.

“Good. Now finish your breakfast quickly. The school bus arrives at 8:30.”

My eyebrows bunched together in confusion.

School bus?

Dad looked pointedly at me. “Yes. The school bus. It’s part of your punishment.”

No. Hell no.

I jumped up in protest. “There’s no fucking way I’m riding the school bus.”

“Language, boy.” Dad said, giving me a death stare. “Now. The school bus will be your ride to school for the remainder of the school year. Whether you like it, or not. So next time you think of doing something silly you’d think of the consequences.”

I stared on, knowing that arguing would be useless.

Getting up from my chair I murmured “I lost my appetite” and stormed off.

Getting downstairs, I dialed Adrian’s phone number. Asked him to drive over and pick me up.

I was so pissed with Dad.

There was no fucking way I would ever ride the school bus.

With Amelia fucking Forbes. So she’d start to think we were equals?

No fucking way.

Amelia Forbes

Today was going, well. . . horribly to say the least.

Early this morning I’d been greeted with a spray of gum coated glitter- which you would imagine, took almost an hour to wipe off every trace of-as I opened my locker. Courtesy of the queen bitch Kimberly, of course.

Then, I’d realized that our Chemistry assignment was due today and I’d completely forgotten.

So I had to run all the way to the library and solve both mine and his. I really didn’t feel like dealing with him today.

I managed to finish the assignment within a few minutes.

Hurrying out of the library, I bumped into a tall figure, my eyes widening in horror as I realized it was Jason.

He glared at me, grabbing me roughly by the collar and shoving me aside.

“Out of my fucking way, midget.”

In annoyance and without thinking, I shouted. “Hey!”

He stopped mid-stride and retraced his steps.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He asked, cracking his knuckles.

I swallowed, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation.

I wanted to scream and tear at my hair. The whole plan for today was to completely avoid Jason, talking to him only when necessary.

But no. I just had to open my big mouth.

Thinking quickly, I held out his homework in an outstretched, shaky hand. “You-you’re homework,” I said, trying to keep an innocent face.

He shot me another one of his signature death glares and snatched the paper out of my hand.

He gave me one last push before stalking off.

God. We were starting the project today. And I already knew it was going to be hell.

Jason Davenport

I glanced sideways at Amelia as I drove back home.

I would’ve preferred it if she had to find her own way there, preferably on foot, but Adrian had suggested I take his car instead to make it easier for us.

His partner lived 3 minutes away from school so he had no issues getting there.

Apparently he was still very concerned about this bitch.

I shot her another icy glare.

She lowered her eyes at my gaze, fumbling with the hem of her shirt, shaky fingers intertwined in her lap.

So she was scared.

Good.

I killed the engine as I got to the house, hoping I wouldn’t bump into Miss Gold-digger. She was the last person I wanted to see right now.

Passing through the entrance, I noticed that Amelia wasn’t behind me.

Where the hell was she?

I looked back to see her still cowering in the passenger seat.

Rolling my eyes, I shouted, “Bitch you need an invitation?! Get the fuck out of the car.”

Irritation ran through me as I wondered how one person could be so many versions of stupid.

She slowly inched her way out of the car, gripping a pile of books in front of her like a shield.

Running out of patience, I thumped towards her and grabbed her roughly, pushing her in front of me.

“Walk!” I commanded.

All of a sudden, she broke free. Standing her ground, glared at me, hate flaring in her eyes.

I cocked one eyebrow observing her.

“What are you gonna do, Mel?” I asked tauntingly.

My lips curved into a smile. “You’re gonna hit me? Beat me up?” I let out a loud laugh.

“You’re such a joker, Mel.”

She swallowed, still breathing hard. “You don’t have to push me like that. I know how to walk.”

I didn’t let it show that I was shocked at her impudence.

How the fuck does she go from meek and scared to angry and fiery in a space of two minutes?Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Instead I gripped her by the neck and squeezed.

“What was that you were saying, Mel?”

She choked, struggling to breathe. I squeezed harder. Harder. Till the defiance in her eyes began to dissipate. Till only fear remained.

She was sobbing now.

Fucking crybaby.

“Stop that,” I commanded.

She did as I instructed.

Good.

Satisfied, I regained my hold on her arm and dragged her up the stairs.