Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 26

He whipped his gaze in my direction as soon as he heard his name. On spotting me, he lips curled into a smirk, knowing brown eyes going cold.

If there was any thought left behind in my mind that he had no part in the recording of the video, it was quickly wiped from my mind by his smirk. "How could you?" I spat, eyes, although blurry from tears, fixed on him.

"I take it you've seen the video," he smiled, placing his hands on his hips. "You put up quite a show, you know that right?"

I didn't know what it was, probably the fact that I felt so betrayed and stupid and dumb, and couldn't control my anger toward myself, Jason and the world for taking my mom and dad away from me, but by the next moment, I'd balled my hand into a fist and punched Jason square in his teeth.

Following the outburst from his team members was Coach Hens's own.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what's going on here?" He frowned, coming to stand between Jason and I.

"Did you just punch me?" Jason stared at me, a hand to mouth.

"You set me up!" I yelled. "Bullying me, treating me like I'm worth nothing wasn't enough for you, so you set me up. What have I ever done to you, Jason, that you have to treat me this way?"

My voice broke at my last words, tears streaming down my face now.

"What is going on here?!" Coach Hens yelled this time.

By now everyone present in the field had gathered around to get the gist of what was happening.

"Can someone tell me what the heck is going on here?" Coach Hens repeated.

Unable to speak, my eyes remained on Jason, who had his eyes on me too, a deep, deep scowl on his face.

"He set her up, Coach," Benson said all of a sudden from behind me.

All attention, including mine and Jason's, flew to him.

"He invited her to his party," Benson went on. "Told her to a game and took advantage of her drunken state, made a video of her and then uploaded it for everyone to see."

I had never loved Benson more. When I needed him the most, he was there, standing up for me when I couldn't do it myself.

There was an outburst from the silent crowd at the end of Benson's words.

"What?"

It was from Adrian.

Coach Hens turned to look at Jason.

"Did you really do that?" He asked.

Jason remained silent, now staring daggers at Benson.

"Answer me before I f**k you up this moment!" Coach Hens exploded.

Finally, Jason dropped his hand from his mouth and moved his gaze to Coach. As he spoke, I noticed a small cut on the inside of his lower lip. I had gotten him pretty good. "I did," he admitted.

"What the hell?" Adrian scowled, reaching out and shoving Jason's arm. "How the f**k could you do something like that?"

"That's enough, Goldfield." Coach Hens stepped in. Then he turned to face Jason squarely.

"I can't believe you could, would do such a thing," he said, glaring at him. "I thought you were mature, Jason. What kind of a 'man' would do that?"

"She de-" Jason began when Coach cut in.

"Get off my field," he growled.

"What?" Jason blinked. "You-you can't do that."

"Oh, yes, I very much can," Coach Hens nodded. "Get the hell out and don't come back until next week."

"But, Coach-"

"Now!" He burst out.

For moments, Jason hesitated before looking away from Coach Hens.

"And before you're able to return, you'll write an apology to her and read it out in the general assembly on Friday morning," Coach added. Jason stopped abruptly and turned around. "Nah. I'm not doing that."

"Then consider yourself off the team!" Coach yelled.

I saw Jason's face harden and his jaw tic before he turned around and stalked off.

"I'm sorry about that boy," Coach Hens said to me. "My sincere apologies. I'll make sure to have the video taken down."

Nodding, I wiped my tears away. "Thank you."

"Come on, Mel, let's go home," Benson said, taking my hand and pulling me away from the gossip-hungry group.

For the first time in a long while, I felt like someone had my back. And I cherished the feeling.