Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 22

In shock and horror, I stood up from my seat, my heart racing.

"What have I done?" I whispered.

Mel? What's wrong? Grandma stared at me.

For her sake, I tried to compose myself. Act like nothing had happened.

With a small smile, I sat down once again.

I just remembered who brought me back, that's all. I lied.

Ok. Who?

His name is Adrian.

After breakfast, I took two aspirin and then stepped into the bathroom. Wondering how I'll face Jason in school now, I sank to my b**t under the hot shower.

How could I have been so loose? To let Jason kiss me. Touch me. I was better than that. Influence of alcohol or no influence, I could have done better, because I wasn't that way. I was always cautious about these things. And I was very picky.

For almost twenty minutes, I remained in the bathroom, under the hot shower until my skin became too tender and pink, then, still unable to believe I'd let myself be used for a brief, short lived moment of pleasure, I dried my body and stepped out of the bathroom.

Times like these were when I needed someone I could actually talk with the most. Someone who understood the type of person I was and could relate with me on personal levels. Of course, Nana was there, but she couldn't hear a thing. And, I love her, but I was just not in the mood for sign language.

I dressed up in one of dad's old tees-we still had some of my parents belongings down in the basement. After their death when I was fourteen, I just couldn't accept they were... gone. So I took some of their stuff and placed them in my room, just so I could feel their presence whenever I needed it the most. Like now.

Clutching mom's stress ball tighter, I called Benson. Twice. Only on the third ring did he pick. Good for him. I was just about to call till night fell.

"Hey, Mel, sorry I wasn't able to pick up on time," he said as soon as he answered the call. "I was out playing basketball with my neighbors and Jackie, who was sitting right beside the phone, couldn't be bothered about your call until the third time." Jackie was his younger sister who was a freshman at Wayne's County High.

"It's fine," I muttered.

"So, what's up?"

"Are you busy right now?"

"Uh," he drawled. "We're on a break here so technically no."

"Can you come over?" I asked.

"Right now?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Okay, sure. They have more players anyway, and besides, it's been a while since I came by, or you came by."

"School work, I guess," I shrugged.

"Nope. Katie. She's so clingy," he sighed. "But I love her anyway. I'm on my way!"

Ten minutes later, Benson was in my room, sitting at the edge of the bed opposite me, his legs crossed on top of mine and mine on top of his, like old times.

"So, are we just gonna sit doing a staring competition or you got something fun we can do?" He crossed his arms, hazel eyes trained on me. "Or something fun you'd like to tell me." He wiggled his eyebrows then, smiling.

"I've seen you with Adrian lately," he added. "Anything going on between you and the jock?"

"He's a nice guy you know," I said.

"Oh, so you like him then?" Benson's eyebrows shot up. "Just like every other girl in school. You know, Katie told me she once had a crush on him. Back in sophomore year."

"I don't," I rolled my eyes. "I don't like Adrian, Ben. I only do as a friend. But there's something I'd like to tell you."

"Ouu, is it a secret?" Benson straightened up.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Kinda."

"Okay," he said, assuming a more interested position. "What is it?"

"First of all, you have to promise not to judge me." I fixed my gaze on him.

"Have I ever really?" He shrugged.

I sighed. "No, but, you might after I'm done-"

"Amelia." He called my name in full. "I won't."

Looking down at my hands, I sighed again. "You know I went to Jason's party last night?"

"No," Benson said. "I wasn't aware. How come you didn't tell me?"

"Well, I guess it's because all you think about is Katie." I looked up at him.

The cool expression on his face changed immediately.

"Sorry," I muttered. "I'm kind of in a foul mood."

"No, it's fine," he said, "you're right. Lately, I've been neglecting you, and I'm sorry."

I offered him a small smile. "We can always call a truce."

"Truce?" He stretched out his hand to me.

"Truce." I took his hand and shook it.

"So, you went to Jason's party, and?" He asked, dropping my hand.

Remembering what had happened, my mood became sore once again.

"You promise not to tell anyone?" I asked, lowering my gaze to the throw pillow cradled on my laps.