Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 27

I was upset. Scratch that. I was beyond upset. I was furious. Murderous. If I got my hands on Amelia, only two things could happen: I beat the shit out of her, or I punish her so bad she wished I beat her up instead.

She thought she'd won this one, didn't she? In her mind, we were even, right?

I scoffed. Till tomorrow. The bitch better not show up at school tomorrow, because by the time I'm done with her, she'll be begging to write my apology letter herself. Which she will, by the way. I wasn't going to pick any goddamn pen and say I was writing an apology letter for her. That apology letter was going to be written by she herself.

Who did she think was, punching me that way? Humiliating me in front of Coach Hens. And to think Coach took her side. And Adrian actually shoved me, for her.

"By the time I'm done with you, Amelia," I said through clenched teeth, my hand gripping the elastic ball in it harder. So hard the veins in my arm bulged. "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll wish you'd kept your fat mouth shut."

Unable to hold in the pent up anger anymore, I channeled it to the ball, throwing it toward the window opposite me. It hit the window frame and bounced right back at me. Catching it, I threw the the ball again. It bounced against the window this time, but deflected on returning to me, hitting me square in the nose instead before falling onto the bed beside me.

Now enraged, as the action only reminded me of the punch Amelia had given me this afternoon, I grabbed the ball, picked up the pen lying on the nightstand beside my bed and stabbed the bloody thing until it deflated, then I tossed it aside, along with the pen. Exasperated, I fell back onto the bed with a sigh, throwing a hand over my head.

"Why does Adrian always take her side, anyway?" I muttered, staring at the ceiling. "He's never on my side. Not that I expect him to be on this one, but every other time he always has something to say when it comes to her. And we're supposed to be buddies." Exhaling, I ran a hand across my face, muttering, "What if he has something for her? It could be the reason."

Then on a second thought, I changed my mind. "Nah. It's not even possible. Amelia's not his type. In no way."

But the idea that he could actually be interested in Amelia kept nagging me. If that turned out to be the case... it better not be.

I diverted my thought to the way Coach Hens has reacted earlier, in the field. That too was odd. I mean, I expected him to be mad, but not to that extent. Now that I thought about it, it felt like he took it too personal. Kicking me out of the field for the whole week? Asking me to write an apology letter to Amelia and then read it out to the whole school on Friday? That was too much.

Maybe he'd had a similar experience before?

Speaking of reading an apology to Amelia before the school, how the hell was I going to do that? How was I going to read an "apology" letter when in reality I felt no way apologetic, and which I wasn't going to write myself, by the way.

Knowing I was going through all these because of Amelia, and Kimberly who gave me the dumb idea to pull off, my anger began to seep back in.

I cracked my knuckles in a bid to direct the anger somewhere else. There was no point stressing over someone I'd already plotted my revenge on. All I had to do now was wait till tomorrow. Till I was able to see her at school. Then she'll really get hers.