Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 35

182 days left, I reminded myself, simultaneously trying to calm my breathing. Realizing I was griping at my newly changed bedsheets, I slowly released my fingers.

I wiped the furious tears that had started to form in my eyes, watching a single tear fall and sink gracefully on the fresh sheets.

"Why do I keep falling for Jason's pranks?" I queried myself aloud.

By now I should be used to this. To everything. Used to him pulling my legs and making fun of me, used to hearing how worthless I truly was.

Then why?

Why do I keep believing every darn word that comes out of his mouth? Was I really that stupid to think that he would tell Mrs Sandra he didn't want to be partnered with me? Of course he wouldn't.

It was a great opportunity for him to keep making my life a living hell-not that he wasn't doing that already-so why not?

Right?

I guess I really was stupid like he always said.

Swallowing with difficulty, I trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen to meet Nana sitting at her usual knitting spot.

She looked up as I walked in, her white eyebrows puckered in a frown. She dropped the cardigan she was knitting and observed me.

Gesturing in sign language she asked, what's wrong?

I cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

How could she tell?

Yes I can tell, silly, she said smiling. You're my baby girl._

Smiling again, she asked. _Now what's wrong?_

Defeatedly, I slumped into one of the kitchen chairs and buried my head in my hands.

I was paired with Jason for a Biology project, I signed.

Thinking about it brought a fresh wave of subdued pain.

My plan from the very beginning was to focus on my studies and pass good enough to get a scholarship. How would that work when I was partnered with Jason Shitface Asshat Davenport. Nana frowned. Him again? Can't you request for a different partner, maybe put in a complaint?

My head shot up in alarm. That was literally begging for it. It would be a disaster.

I signed quickly, No Nana, I can't do that. I tried, desperately trying to wave her attention away from the idea.

The last thing I needed right now was another episode with Jason.

Seeing she wasn't convinced I tried again. It's no big deal, just a tad annoying. I'll deal with it don't worry.

Smiling for effect, I walked up to her squeezing her in a tight hug. Relax, Nana, it's fine.

Promise me you'll be okay, she signed, doubt still lurking in her eyes.

I nodded.

Succumbing, she returned my hug, patting my back lightly.

Forcing a smile I asked, So... what's for dinner?

Her features relaxed as she smiled. It's a surprise._

I laughed lightly. I'm prepared to be wowed, I signed as I walked up the stairs back to my room.

I ignored the lump in my throat and repeated my mantra in my head. You're okay. You're... just fine. You're doing great.

All I had to do was get through the project and count down the days. Seeing as I would be doing all the work-obviously, the great Jason Davenport would never lift a finger to help-I would make sure to round up as soon as possible and get it over with. Just 182 days left.