Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 47

I shaded my eyes with my hands as the sunlight peeked through the huge, open window right across my bed.

Squinting, I tried to adjust my eyes to the bright light.

The wall clock opposite my bed showed that it was 6:50am.

I scowled.

I had come in late last night and I hadn't even gotten enough rest. Now I have to go to school.

F**k school.

After stalling for a few minutes, I stalked to the bathroom where a servant had already prepared my bath, as per usual.

Still feeling sleepy, I relaxed and let the hot water soothe and relax my muscles.

As a thought crossed my mind I said out loud, "I hope that midget remembers that the Chemistry homework is due today!" She better not. Or she'd get it.

It took me approximately forty five minutes to get ready. With one final look in the mirror, I grabbed my backpack and headed for the living room, propelled by the delicious scent of bacon and fried eggs.

I frowned as I caught a glimpse of Ashley. She was bent over the dining table-giving her personal photographer instructions on how to angle the camera-as he took pictures of the neatly arranged set of plates filled with bacon and eggs. Probably for her Instagram page.

I rolled my eyes.

Jobless bitch.

Suddenly she clapped her hands looking satisfied.

"Great!" She squealed. Then motioned the photographer to leave.

Spotting me, she smiled. "Oh hey, Jace. How are you doing?"

I frowned, taking a seat and digging into my food without a word. If I stood talking with her for much longer, I would lose my appetite.

Undeterred, she took the seat across from me asking, "Aren't you going to wait for your dad?"

I rolled my eyes, determined to ignore her.

She sighed. "Why are you always in a bad mood, Jace?"

I looked up. "Why are you such a whore, Ash?" I retorted, in a salty tone.

Her face reddened and she rubbed her temple, looking like she was going to be sick.

Dramatic bitch.

Dad walked in then, increasing his pace as he saw her.

He placed a hand on her back as he got to the table. "Baby, you okay?"

I rolled my eyes in disgust.

"I'm trying to have breakfast here," I said, scowling.

Ashley threw me a dirty look. I replied with a shrug and a smirk.

Dad fixed me with a look full of disappointment. "Look Jason, I know you're still trying to adjust to having a stepmom," He stated.

I decided not to point out the fact this was my third time having a stepmom.

"But," He continued. "You should treat your mother with respect and care about her wellbeing.

"She's not my mother," I said, folding my arms and my fork fell to my plate.

"Jason." Dad said sternly.

"But she's not!" My voice rose an octave. I was sick and tired of him trying to force me to pretend that we were one big, happy family.

Dad rose from his seat, a reddish hue to his face. "Let this be the last time you disrespect your mother. Ever again?"

I looked on, breathing hard.

"Is that clear?!" Dad repeated.

"Yes."I murmured.

"I can't hear you! And I'm pretty sure your mother can't either."

I was breathing hard in rage.

"I'm sorry, mother," I managed to blurt out.

At that, Dad retook his seat.

"Good. Now finish your breakfast quickly. The school bus arrives at 8:30."

My eyebrows bunched together in confusion.

School bus?

Dad looked pointedly at me. "Yes. The school bus. It's part of your punishment." No. Hell no.

I jumped up in protest. "There's no f*****g way I'm riding the school bus."

"Language, boy." Dad said, giving me a death stare. "Now. The school bus will be your ride to school for the remainder of the school year. Whether you like it, or not. So next time you think of doing something silly you'd think of the consequences." I stared on, knowing that arguing would be useless.

Getting up from my chair I murmured "I lost my appetite" and stormed off.

Getting downstairs, I dialed Adrian's phone number. Asked him to drive over and pick me up.

I was so pissed with Dad.

There was no f*****g way I would ever ride the school bus.

With Amelia f*****g Forbes. So she'd start to think we were equals?

No f*****g way.