Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 92

Amelia Forbes

Thirty minutes after Adrian had stormed off, Benson peeked through the door of my ward, worry visible on his face.

He walked in when he saw that I was awake. "Mel, are you okay?" He asked, rushing to my side and placing a hand on my forehead and looking into my eyes for any signs.

For a moment I was scared. What if Adrian had told him everything?

I looked up at him again and I saw that he didn't know. I relaxed once more.

"What happened?" He asked, squeezing my arm.

I shrugged, trying to look as normal as possible. "Nothing serious. The doctor said I'm stressing myself out. I need to rest and eat healthier, that's all."

I finished, hoping the lie was believable.

Benson's face dissolved into a look of relief.

He sighed. "You scared me." He ran a hand through his blonde hair. "I wanted to... come with Adrian to the hospital but I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me," He said, looking down at his feet.

I felt bad about everything that happened between us, but I still wanted to be careful. I didn't want to put myself out there anymore. I didn't want to get hurt anymore.

"I miss you," He whispered, looking up at me with sadness in his eyes.

My chest constricted. "I miss you too." I was being honest now. "But you really made me feel... like a loser. And I hope you understand why it's hard for me to risk going through that again." "Let's start over."

I looked up. "What?"

"Let's start over. Let me... be a new Benson. A Benson you'd be proud to call your friend."

The tears that stood in his eyes triggered mine and I let them fall, nodding in assent.

Try. Let's try.

He laughed, wiping his eyes and extending his arm for a handshake.

"Hey, I'm Benson. But you can call me Ben," He smiled. "Your friend Adrian asked me to come stay with you till you feel better. How are you feeling?"

I let out a watery chuckle, taking his hand.

"Hey, I'm Amelia. But you can call me Mel. I'm doing great thanks for asking."

We shook hands firmly and began to make light, friendly small talk. Like strangers do when they meet for the first time.

And it felt nice.