Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 23

"Amelia," he groaned. "Don't you trust me anymore? I promise."

"Okay, okay," I began with a sigh, looking up at him. "So, Jason apologized, that you know. Then he invited me to his party which I agreed to, for some reason. I guess because he was being so nice and polite, and I wanted him to remain that way towards me." "What if it's an act though?" Benson broke in. "You do know there's an eighty percent chance that it's just an act. That he might have an ulterior motive." "I know. And I thought about it. Benson, I tested him. I don't think it's an act. I think he's for real."

He shrugged. "If you say so. But I think once a bully, always a bully. If you ask me, I'd say the change was too sudden and personally I'd be skeptical, but then again, what do I know?"

Silently, I admitted he was right. I was too quick to believe Jason. Too quick to agree to attend his party. To let him touch me. As if that was all I ever craved for.

"So, I went to his party," I continued, pushing my thoughts behind me. "Yesterday. He was the one who picked me up. Took me to his house. And there was this game. He wanted me to join. Play with his friends." "Don't tell me you agreed." Benson stared at me.

"I did," I muttered.

"Oh." He slapped a hand to his forehead. "You have to be shitting me, Mel. Okay, even if you did, don't tell me Kimberly was there."

"She was," I told him.

"You have queened yourself a royal screw-up," he stated. "A big, messy one."

"What does that even mean?" I frowned. "And besides, it was a truth or game-"

"Oh, boy. Even worse."

"-which I took no part in."

"But, lemme guess, you drank, since you didn't want to do your dares."

"Yeah, I did," I affirmed. "I know I shouldn't have, but I didn't want to seem... chicken. I'm almost eighteen, Benson. Sooner or later I'll have to do these things. I'll have to drink anyway."

"I understand," he nodded. "Trust me, I do. Do you know I've never gone down on Katie? I mean, she wants me to, and sooner or later I'll have to, but for now, I don't think I'm ready yet. I don't think I'll get it right." "Okay," I said slowly, with a confused look, "not that I asked about you and Katie's s****l life, but thanks for understanding."

"So, I drank," I went on. "And I got drunk, because they dared me so much. I tried to use up all my truths, but Kimberly kept insisting I had to use up my dares first."

"So, what happened?" He asked, after I paused and said nothing.

"I got fingered by Jason," I rapped out, eager to get straight to the point.

"I'm sorry, what?" Benson blinked. "What did you just say?"

"It wasn't supposed to happen. I was drunk, he came into the bathroom and... we kissed and one thing led to another and-"

"You mean to tell me, right now, that you kissed Jason Davenport, that you both exchanged saliva, and then afterwards, he fingerfucked you?"

"I was drunk," I defended. "You know normally I would never do that. Hell, I couldn't even let Henry peck me in junior prom last year, and now I let Jason f**k me? Do you think I'll do that in my right senses?" For minutes, Benson sat silently, his hazel eyes holding me in surprise before, with a small sigh, he looked away.

"So, what do you wanna do now?" He asked, looking back at me.

He'd kept his promise. He didn't judge me. Or blame me. And that was why he'll always be a good confidant.

"I don't know," I whispered, feeling embarrassed already.

"Are you both like a thing now?" He asked.

"No," I shook my head. "We aren't."

"Was he drunk too?"

"I guess?"

"Well, you just have to hope he doesn't go blabbing it to his friends, because if Leila gets news on this, oh man, I don't even wanna think about it." Biting my lower lip, I looked away. That was my biggest problem. That Jason would tell.