Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 51

I was slowly starting to get bored. Instagram lost its charm at some point, and I wasn't in the mood to text anyone or engage in any form of chatting.

I would've been playing video games right now if Dad hadn't insisted on seizing everything.

Now, my life had officially become ten times boring.

Maybe I can sneak out and hang with the gang, I thought.

I quickly brushed the idea off. That would never work.

I had barely gotten away with using practice as an excuse the last time. Dad had come back from work five minutes after I snuck in through my bedroom window. I scowled.

All this was because of Ashley. She was changing him.

Dad would have never seized my gadgets leaving me bored and with nothing to do.

She was trying to take him away from me so she'd have him all to herself.

And dad was falling for it.

Like he always did.

Every single time.

I shook my head, trying not to think too much about it.

Soon.

Soon she'd leave. After attempting to steal a huge amount of money from dad's bank account. Just like the other two before her.

And dad would see that I'd been right all along.

And then... he'd apologize for all the things he said to me.

I looked around the living room, wondering what to do with my time.

Maybe I should take a nap up in my room.

No. What if dad got home early? I'd have to answer a ton of questions. I shook my head.

Slowly, my gaze drifted to Amelia.

It was obvious to see that she was struggling to be comfortable on the 'too small' chair I had purposely ordered her to sit in.

She used her left leg as leverage to hold up the pile of books she was using, while she sat at the very edge of the chair because it was the only way to prevent the books from falling.

I could see her left leg shaking as she struggled to not let it fall. I had told her I didn't want her filthy books staining the floors of my house, so she couldn't place them on the floor. Nevertheless, she worked on. Eyebrows puckered in concentration, eyes rapidly scanning her materials.

I could see that she was in her zone. Fingers rapidly sweeping through pages of books upon books. At intervals, she would jot down something on the piece of paper that was clutched in her left hand. Her face was calm but searching, her fingers sometimes reaching up to tuck stubborn hair strands behind her ears.

In this state, I realized that she looked... pretty.

What? I caught myself, realizing what I'd just been thinking.

What the f**k is up with me?

Was I actually sitting right here and thinking about how pretty Amelia f*****g Forbes was?

I shook my head.

I'm frustrated and tired. A lot has been going on. That's why I'm having crazy thoughts, I said to myself.

It was Amelia after all.

And Amelia Forbes was nothing but a clumsy waste of space.