Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 24

It started during the first period after lunch, in math class. The weird looks and knowing stares. At first, I shrugged it off, ignoring them and taking my regular seat, just beside the window that overlooked the football field. But as the classes rolled by, the stares kept getting worse and worse and I even heard someone make an odd remark, one I couldn't quite grasp. The blonde had said from behind me, just before our Physics teacher came in, "And here I was thinking she was different."

I didn't understand. Was she talking about me? Figuring it was probably just a conversation between her and her friend, I shrugged and focused on the lesson at hand, the only thought on my mind being how to face Jason. And beg him, if I had to, not to tell anyone about what had happened with us.

He hadn't been at the cafeteria today-pretty much the only period I had with him today being Monday-which I found odd and weird. And upsetting too. Jason had never missed lunch. It wasn't like he ate outside the school. Today, of all days, when I needed him to be around, to be in the cafeteria, he wasn't.

It was, at the moment, in the last period of the day, and was already counting down the minutes to the end of class. All I wanted to do, all that'd been on mind, was bolting right out of the class, searching for Jason and putting things right with him.

The moment the bell went, I grabbed my stuff, shoved it into my backpack and shot up from my seat as though it had gone metal hot. I dashed out of the class, headed for Jason's class-History-which, for some reason, I knew he was in.

I was on the steps, heading down to the last floor where his class was located when, all of a sudden, a voice called me, stopping me in my tracks.

"Amelia!" The voice yelled, some feet behind me.

Turning around, my eyes fell on Benson, walking up to me, a weird look on his face, his hair unusually tousled. Not to mention, he'd called me by my full name.

"What's wrong?" I asked, climbing back onto the landing and moving to the side to give room for other people passing by.

Grabbing me by the wrist, Benson pulled me further aside, to a corner far from the staircase where less students were.

"I told you you shouldn't have trusted Jason," he started off, a worried look on his face.

"I don't understand, Ben. What's going on? What happened?" I asked, confused.

"Wait," he frowned. "You... you haven't heard? Seen?"

"Heard what? Seen what, Benson?" My voice rose, mind on a not-so-slow journey to panic.

For a moment, Benson hesitated.

"What the hell is going on?!" I yelled then.

"You really haven't seen," he muttered, lowering his gaze from me. Then he looked up again. "The video, Amelia. You haven't seen the video? Or heard of it?" "What video?" I stared at him.

"On Leila's vlog. She posted it today during lunch, and it has almost five hundred views already. I can't believe you really haven't seen the video."

My eyebrows knitted. "What has a video got to do with me?"

"It has everything to do with you!" He burst out immediately. "Heck, the video is about you."

"I don't understand," I muttered, trying to piece two and two together, and getting nothing.

"You need to see it." Benson told me. "You need to see the video, so you can understand what I'm talking about."

"Well, then show me," I snapped, sick of the suspense. "Show me the goddamn video already."

Hesitantly, he sighed and reached into his pocket.

"I saved it," he said. "Just in case you haven't seen it."

Unlocking his phone, he tapped the video icon and the last video he watched popped up immediately, starting from the middle.

"Here." He held out his phone to me, looking away as he did so.