Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 34

The class erupted in an outburst of cheers, whoops and occasional 'aw's'.

Only when I called her name did Amelia look away from the window, her eyes wide, mouth hung open. Ah, the desired reaction.

Turning back, I dropped the paper on Mrs Sandra's desk and walked back to my seat. Then I looked at Amelia. She was still staring at the now empty space in which I once stood, apparently still in shock.

I chuckled. I guess we were just meant to be together. There was no avoiding me, and vice versa. Either way, I was glad. Now I didn't have to do anything at all. All that was left to do was wait for the project and then watch Amelia do all the work.

Perfect.

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"Don't you replace it such a coincidence that you got paired with Amelia today for the Biology project?" Noah, who I also had Biology with, commented, picking out a fry from Kelly's full tray beside his.

"Wait, what?" Kimberly, who happened to be eating with us today, started from Noah to me and back to Noah. "You got paired with Amelia?"

"Yep," I muttered, taking up my apple and leaning back into my seat before having a bite.

"I mean it's weird," I shrugged, swallowing the bite in my mouth. "There was no cheating, all the papers were neatly folded. And Mrs Sandra hadn't assigned partners. We had to choose our partners, and I picked up a paper from the rest and it turned out to be her." "Bummer," Kimberly said.

"Nah, not really. At least I don't get to do any of the work."

"Speak of the devil," Frank, another one of my friends muttered, looking straight ahead. "Isn't that Amelia? Coming up to us?"

I looked up from the apple in my hand, my gaze following Frank's line of sight to fall on Amelia walking up to us, like he said, her head up but eyes red rimmed.

Had she been crying? I scoffed. So what if she'd been? It wasn't like I gave a damn.

Finally, she got to our table, lowering her eyes on approaching us.

"Well, look who's here," Kimberly piped up. "Just in time. Care to join us in our conversation, Amelia?"

Ignoring Kimberly's comment, she looked up then, grey eyes falling on me.

"Can you come with me?" She asked in a low voice.

I cocked an eyebrow. "What for?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Frank chuckled. "Another makeout sesh."

"Please, Jason. Come with me. Mrs Sandra wants to see you," Amelia said.

"And what if I decline?" I crossed my arms.

"She said to bring you now."

"Just go, man," Noah nudged me. "It's a teacher."

Sighing, I dropped my apple on the table and stood up.

I was going to go anyway. I was just pulling Amelia's legs.

Turning away from the table, she began walking away, her steps somewhere in the middle of quick and slow.

"Walk faster or get out of my way," I told her. "Quit acting like your grandma died or something."

At my words, her steps quickened until we walked out of the cafeteria. It might be good to mention here the awkward stares we'd received as we walked past the rows of tables cramped with hungry students. The moment we stepped out of the cafeteria, Amelia stopped abruptly, so I almost bumped into her, and turned to face me.

"I have a favor to ask," she said, staring up at me.

My eyebrows shot up. "You have to be kidding me," I scoffed.

"Please, Jason." She reached out and placed her hand on my right bicep.

At that, my eyebrows bunched together, eyes lowering to her hand on my arm.

"Please," she repeated.

"Can you not touch me?" I stared at her.

if realizing what she'd just done, she took her hand off my arm at once as though my arm was burning coal.

"I'm sorry." She looked away from me.

Crossing my arms, I fixed my gaze on her. "What do you want?"

She looked back at me then. "When Mrs Sandra asks if you want to be my partner, please say no."

"What?" I raised my eyebrows, a smile spreading across. "Is that what this is about? You complained about me being your partner."

"I had to," she said. "Just, please, do what I asked. Please."

"Not like I want to be your partner either," I said. "Whatever."

"For real?" She stared at me, a new light in her eyes.

"Let's just get this over with," I muttered, turning away from her just in time to hide the smirk that spread across my lips.

No way in hell was I agreeing to that. Amelia would be stupid to think I'd agree to that.

Eventually, we got to Mrs Sandra's class and met her sitting at her table, her reading glasses on.

"Ah, Jason," she beamed, taking off her glasses.

"Mrs Sandra," I nodded.

"Amelia brought a complaint to me that she doesn't want to be partners with you. That, matter of fact, you both don't want to be partners. Is that the same way you feel, Jason?"

I frowned. "No. No, Mrs Sandra. Actually I really like Amelia as a partner and want to be partners with her."

Amelia gasped. "Jason, no, stop it, please."

"Are you sure, Jason?" Mrs Sandra stared at me. "Because that's not the way Amelia made it seem."

"A hundred percent, Mrs Sandra." I told her.

Mrs Sandra then looked at Amelia, who had a broken, hurtful expression on her face.

"Then why did you tell me all that, Amelia?"

Without a word, Amelia turned away from Mrs Sandra and fled from the classroom, hitting my shoulder as she went.

Mrs Sandra's eyebrows furrowed. "What in the world is wrong with her?"

"I dunno," I shrugged with a smile. "Bad day, I guess."