Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 32

"Dear Amelia. An apology letter written on behalf of my offenses. Please accept my sincere apologies for the scandal created in your name, solely caused by me. I accept complete responsibility for my actions and shortcomings and the inconveniences it has caused

you by far. I am truly sorry for them and completely understand your disappointment in me.

"I cannot defend my actions, and if I could reverse them, I would, but I can not. However, I can personally assure you that no such mistake would be made in my name again. Once again, please accept my sincerest apologies. Sincerely, Jason Davenport." At the last word, I heaved a "remorseful" sigh and looked up with hope in my eyes, folding the letter in my hands. The crowd of students was in a mild disarray from the letter I'd just read, clearly the ones doing the forgiving for Amelia, who on the other hand, sat at a corner of the bleachers, somewhat isolated from the others, her head hung low and her hands folded on her lap.

My words from Tuesday still had an effect on her. Seeing that alone brought a queer satisfaction to me. At least now I was assured that next time, she wouldn't go messing around.

The moment I made to look away from her, she raised her head, slowly, and her gaze fell on me. There were tears in her eyes, a few having gone down her cheeks already. "You did an excellent job on the letter," I mouthed with a smile before looking away from her and descending the podium.

I walked over to Coach Hens sitting at a corner with principal Jenkins and handed him the letter. Then I handed its duplicate to principal Jenkins.

"I hope what you did never repeats itself again," Coach Hens said sternly as he took the letter from me.

"If it does, you will lose your football scholarship, so be very careful Jason," principal Jenkins added.

"I understand," I nodded somberly.

I didn't need a scholarship. My dad could pay for it. But I had one already anyway and losing it was the least thing on my mind, especially if I was losing it because of Amelia.

Speaking of which, I was really impressed by the apology letter she'd given to me after school yesterday. So heartfelt. Touchy. Just the right amount of pity-inducing words. Apparently, she'd done her homework well. Yeah, there were a few places she needed to adjust, but in general, the letter was great.

I looked over at her once more. Her friend, I guess, the one that'd also stood up to me in the field, was beside her, his arm around her while she wiped her face.

Rolling my eyes, I looked away. She was such a crybaby. Crybabies pissed me off real bad. But then again, what else could she do but cry. After all, that was the only thing weaklings were good at.