Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 28

hadn't done anything else but loathe and loathe some more.

Sighing, I sat up from the bed and, reaching out, picked up my phone from my dresser, where I'd left it earlier. I wanted to text Adrian. Ask him if he'd hang, because, to be exact, I was bored. I'd come home earlier since Coach Hens had told me off and since then I Going onto Instagram, I went straight to his DM and sent him a "hey, you wanna hang? Play basketball or something?"

Seconds later, he replied. Is that seriously all you have to say right now?

Frowning, I typed. What dyou mean?

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. What the f**k was that back there at school?

I sighed. The issue has passed, Adrian. Why are you still dragging it?

Just because Coach reacted to it doesn't mean it's passed. Wtf is going on with you? And Amelia. I mean, how could you do something like that? Honestly, I still can't believe you would do that.

I rolled my eyes. Not like you're a saint, man, so chill.

I would never do that, he sent some seconds later.

Why tthe heck are you even so interested in that girl. Do you like her or something? I typed with a scowl.

It's not just about her. It's about how you act in general. To some people, like her. Which is very unfair.

The question is, do you like Amelia or not?

How's that important rn?

Do you? Just answer the goddamn question already.

A second later, his reply came in. And what if I did? Then what?

My eyebrows shot up at his statement. So you do?

I don't. She's not even my type, but that's not the freaking point, Jace. What the hell is going on with you that you now vent your annoyance one everyone. They're people too, you know? With their own problems.

I don't vent my anger on anyone. Just Amelia, because her case is different.

Whatchu mean?

You won't understand, so forget it.

And we're supposed to be friends

Not knowing what to say, I sent a "..." Alongside a shrugging emoji.

Look, man, Adrian sent, a couple of seconds later. I don't know what it is you're going thru but you gotta fix it up, before things get out of hand.

I got you, I replied.

Yeah, right.

I gotta go now, he sent.

Ok, cool.

Seconds later, I was left alone in the confines of my room, still bored out of my mind. I had virtually nothing to do. All my homework had already been done by Amelia beforehand, not that I was going to do it myself anyway, and I'd played videogames so much already that as of now they seemed mundane to me. Besides, I had no one to play with. It wasn't like Ashley downstairs knew how to. And even if she could, I still wouldn't play with her.

Groaning, I tossed my phone aside on the bed and raked a hand through my hair, racking my brain on something to do. Go out to a friend's? Play basketball at Rory's?

Nah. I wasn't in the mood to hang out with any of those guys, especially after what happened in the field. And also knowing they were in on this too. It's just luck that their sorry asses and the part they played, Kimberly most of all, weren't in the video too, and I wasn't one to snitch, so, even if I was asked who made the video, I'd say nothing.

Speaking of Kimberly, I wondered what she was doing now. Maybe she could come keep me company. After all, it was her fault.

She was the one who'd come up with the darned idea while we were playing truth or dare at the party. We were already well into the game when she suggested I bring Amelia in the game, make sure she gets drunk and then video what happens next with her. And now I was in this mess because of her. Kimberly, I mean. So, she had every reason to share the boredom with me. Ease it up in whatever way she could.

I called her. On the second ring, she picked up. I told her what I needed. Told her to drop by for us to have s*x. And I just couldn't wait.