Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 41

I cocked an eyebrow as I read Amelia's message.

'Why would I want to stay in school for two hours extra except for practice,' I typed.

I could tell she was struggling to text back, trying to beat the fear.

I can't have that now. She was supposed to fear me.

Fear me to the extent that she wouldn't speak unless I told her to.

But here she was, literally having a conversation with me.

I cracked my knuckles.

I guess I'll have to beat this new-found boldness out of her then.

'Well, it's for the project. We can't do my house so I think meeting at a common spot is better, hence the library suggestion!

As I read her reply, I felt rage bubbling through me.

"Was she being sassy?

Hell no.

I decided yet again to let it slide.

I typed, 'And I said no. My house!

She left my message on read for a few minutes so I added, 'And why the f**k do you think I'd want to go to a house that's probably cramped and stuffy that smells of dead parents, a klutz and a deaf granny?' I could see that she had read the message.

After a few minutes, the green dot disappeared, and I knew she had gone offline. Probably to cry. That's all she knew how to do.

Smirking, I exited the app and put my phone down.

"Poor Mel," I laughed aloud. "Where did all the guts go now?"

***** midget.