Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 76

My mind wandered as I leaned on a wall in the hallway.

Rory and I had finally decided to throw the party at his place instead, and it had been exactly what I needed. Yes, I'd felt uneasy in the beginning, but after I'd gone home and disposed of the bloodied sheets, I felt better. Better and ready to party. And so far, apart from a terrible hangover, everything was going great.

The project was due today, and we were each supposed to submit a written report about our experience working together.

Of course Amelia would be writing for the both of us. But I hadn't seen the bitch today.

I frowned, hoping she wasn't still sulking about the other day. God, that girl had to be the most dramatic one I'd ever met in my entire life.

And she better not have told anyone shit. What would she say anyway? I wondered, smiling. No one would believe her.

As if she had been hiding in the corners waiting for me to think of her, she emerged from the hallway. She hadn't seen me yet, I could tell.

Trudging to her locker, she took out two notes from her school bag before dumping it in the locker.

She looked... tired, stressed, and so pale you'd think she was dying. I resisted the urge to hiss. Must she seriously take it to heart? This bad?

This was why I found girls annoying. Acting like they didn't enjoy the s*x when obviously you know they did. It's not like she wouldn't f**k other guys anyway. Plus it was her first time. Everyone enjoys their first time. But of course, Amelia had to make it a big deal.

Dramatic bitch.

Heading towards class, she finally sighted me. To my dismay and surprise, she didn't falter. As a matter of fact, she kept walking towards me, like I was invisible.

Standing two steps away from me, she took out a leaflet from one of the notes she held in her right hand and handed it to me without a word.

Trudging to her locker, she took out two notes from her school bag before dumping it in the locker.

I snatched it from her, observing her curiously, a frown beginning to manifest on my face. I moved closer to her menacingly.

"Bitch, what did I tell you about making me wait?" I asked cracking my knuckles.

She didn't cower in fear or glare at me in defiance or anger. She just stood there. Looking in my direction but not at me. Like I wasn't even there.

I cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. "Answer me when I'm talking to you. What the f**k is wrong with you?" I muttered under my breath, not wanting to cause a scene in the hallway.

She didn't say a word, just kept staring into space. Her eyes were droopy and tired but expressionless. Without a word she walked away, leaving me staring after her in shock and simmering anger.