Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 38

My mind wandered as I scrolled through Instagram. It had been hours since I'd texted Jason, asking when he was free to start the project.

I was hellbent on plunging quickly into the project. I had even started the work already-not like that would be a problem, because I would be doing all the work already. Did he really have to make everything hard for me? What's the big deal in replying a text?

Gulping, I tried to stop thinking of the very obvious fact that I was in trouble.

I wasn't supposed to contact him unless he contacted me. He'd probably think I was feeling spiteful all of a sudden.

But what was I supposed to do? It's not like he was going to reach out. I mean, God forbid the untouchable Jason sends me a text.

I sighed.

With Jason Shitface Asshat Davenport you could never win.

Sighing again, I continued scrolling through my phone. I stopped as I came across a photo of Kimberly in a matching red bikini, uploaded hours ago.

My eyes widened and I almost dropped my phone.

The bikini was... well, revealing, to say the least.

And as much as I wanted to slut shame her, I desisted from such.

But I couldn't deny the fact that she was gorgeous; from her tiny waist down to her bellybutton, which was adorned by a tiny piece of jewelry. Ugh. Weren't those painful to get?

Taking my mind away from Kimberly's piercing I scrolled down to see the reactions to the post.

There were likes and worshipful comments from a bunch of our classmates.

I rolled my eyes.

A like from Jason.

Duh. No surprise there.

And one from... Adrian?

I felt something stab into my chest.

He didn't comment, he just liked the post.

But why did it hurt so much?

Adrian was sweet and kind and easygoing-the only person at school that seemed to really care. Perfect guys like that shouldn't like posts of girls like Kimberly. Wait, what? Did I just call him perfect?

Where did that come from?

Groaning, I shook my head hard. As if that would take the image of Adrian's very nice a*s out of my head.

"Oh God, Mel. Take a chill pill," I slapped my forehead.

Scrolling back up to Kimberly's photo-I almost felt like she could see right through me, laughing at me, planning a stupid new prank to play on me-her stare pierced through me, and I wished with all my heart that she would forget about my existence and stop trying to make my life hell, every single time.

I scoffed. Like that would ever happen. It was probably the best part of her day.

Sighing, I exited the Instagram app just as a notification from Jason popped up.