Pregnant For My Bully
Chapter 67

I sat out on the porch smoking. I wasn't worried about getting caught because Dad wasn't home.

It'd been nearly an hour since I left school. Amelia hadn't arrived yet.

Adrian had dropped me off. Surprisingly, he didn't offer to take her with us.

Good. He was probably learning that she wasn't worth it. And that's exactly how it should be.

She had to find her way here. But I didn't care. She was wasting my f*****g time.

It was almost baffling how someone could be so dumb. You'd think by now she'd learned her lesson and consequences of keeping me waiting.

Feeling my temple throb and trying to get rid of the irritation, I scrolled through my phone.

My eyes narrowed as I sighted a message from Kimberly. I tapped on it and a pic of her in a revealing dress popped up. I swallowed and put my phone on sleep.

Bitch. She was doing this on purpose. Teasing me. Because she knew I couldn't have her.

Placing my phone down I checked the time. 3.15pm.

As I was about to say something, a small figure emerged from the gates.

Took her long enough.

She took her time walking from the gates to the porch.

I stood as she got to the porch. "Traffic," She mumbled, wiping a drop of sweat from her face.

I cocked an eyebrow, observing her. Deciding to let it go, I shoved her towards the stairs.

"You know the way to the living room don't you?" I barked at her.

She nodded and proceeded up the stairs.

As we got past the second flight of stairs, Amelia nearly bumped into Ashley who was coming from the opposite direction.

I shut my eyes, starting to fume. The last thing I needed now was these two dumbass bitches in one room.

I would f*****g lose it.

"Sorry!" They both said at the same time.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Grabbing Amelia, I prodded her toward the stairs.

"We have work to do, Mel," I said, giving her a look she very well understood.

Ashley wouldn't let us, of course. "Who's your pretty friend, Jace?" Ashley asked sweetly.

My face reddened as she used the nickname she knew I despised. But right now, I was wasn't in the mood for Ashley's drama. So I swallowed the anger and answered straight. "She's a girl from my class. We're paired for the project." Ashley's face froze in surprise. This was the first time I'd answered her clearly and with no trace of contempt. Most times I just ignored her.

She recovered quickly, offering me a large grin. "Well she's so pretty," Ashley squealed in glee.

Amelia looked on, giving a polite smile at intervals.

I tried to control myself. My patience was running out.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Ashley was asking Amelia. Amelia stood helpless, looking at me.

I sighed inaudibly. "Water," I answered for her. "She'll take water."

Ashley smiled and clapped both hands together. "Would you like to stay over for dinner..." She trailed off.

"Amelia. Everyone calls me Mel," Amelia answered for her.

"Oh my gosh. That is such a pretty name."

Amelia gave another polite smile. "And... thanks for the offer but I'm having dinner with my grandma." "Oh." Ashley's face fell. "Okay maybe, next time?"

"Sure." Amelia smiled.

Her smile didn't look so forced this time. Actually it looked kinda warm.

Was this bitch having fun? I frowned.

"Well I'll leave you two to it," Ashley said smiling even harder. If that was possible.

Finally.

Ashley gave Amelia a side hug as she walked past us, while Amelia looked on in horror.

If I wasn't so angry I might have laughed.

I dragged Amelia up the remaining stairs. As we got to the living room, I backed her in a corner.

"What the hell was that?" I demanded.

She stared at me, looking confused. "I don't understand-"

"Shut the f**k up." I spat. "So now you think you can carry on conversations with anyone you meet here?"

She cowered murmuring. "You didn't tell me not to talk to your cousin."

My hand froze in the air.

My cousin.

The reality of it all was so annoying. Anyone would even take her for my sister.

But no. She was my stepmother. That word always left a bitter taste in my mouth.

In anger, I grabbed Amelia. "You're not here to make small talk. You're here to work. Understood?"

She nodded weakly.

"Good. Now sit," I ordered.

She walked to the tiny chair she'd sat in the last time.

"Not there," I barked. "I gestured to the larger chair and table. "Sit there."

Ashley had seen her already. It'd look odd if she happened to see her sitting there. And it would attract a lot of questions.

To keep up appearances, I abandoned the couch I lay in and took a seat three chairs from the one in which she was sitting.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she wasted no time to get comfortable on the chair, obviously grateful for it.

I watched her take her time to get comfortable on the chair.

She took off her school bag and placed it in front of her, pausing halfway to make sure I'd actually told her to sit.

As she did her skirt rode up a little exposing one clear, creamy thigh.

I swallowed involuntarily, forcing my eyes off her and gluing them on my phone screen.

After a while, my eyes wandered back of their own accord. I couldn't take my eyes off her thighs.

So she had nice legs...

Shit. I stopped myself. The only time I'd ever gotten close to Amelia was the night of the party when I played that prank on her.

And it was nothing exciting. It was merely to teach her a lesson.

Giving up, I tore my eyes off her legs and focused on her face instead.

She tucked her hair behind her ear, chewing on the end of the pencil she held. She flipped through one page of the textbook on the table, using her index finger to trace the words. I sucked in a sharp breath. I've never found Amelia attractive.

So why?

In anger I banged the table and stood. "Finish up and get out. I have stuff to do."

She looked up questioningly but didn't complain.

I spun round and walked out fast enough to conceal my erection.

Jason Davenport

I lay on my bed exhausted. I'd just gotten home from school after a 3 hour long practice.

Coach was getting us ready for a game against St John's High; the current state champions. So we've been training hard for it.

I guess this was good in some way, as I usually got home late as a result of the training. And as soon as I had dinner, I went straight to bed.

This actually helped me forget that I was grounded. Well, except on the weekends when I had absolutely nothing to do.

Well, Dad was leaving soon. And obviously the guilt of leaving me behind would prompt him to lift the ban. And voilà, I'm not grounded anymore.

I just hoped he would let me have my car back as well.

I stopped running my fingers through my hair as I thought of Ashley. Ever since I'd seen her that night underneath the tree talking to someone on the phone, I'd been suspicious. Was she planning to rob him?

Hurt him?

My heart skipped a beat at that thought. But... she needed him for his money so why would she do that?

One part of me wanted to let it go, let her do her thing. So that when she'd steal from Dad, he'd see that I'd been right about her all along. And then maybe he'd learn to listen to me. Trust me.

I smirked, playing it out in my head and liking that I'd had enough sense to see through Ashley's facade. The satisfaction I would gain was worth it.

But another part of me just couldn't shake it off. If she was planning to do something stupid, which I knew she was, I wanted to be the one to catch her in the act.

Gold digging bitch. Elation pumped through me as I thought about it.

Making up my mind to monitor her even more closely from now on, I jumped into the shower to freshen up.

Two hours later I sat at the dining table with Dad and Ashley gulping down generous portions of potato porridge while dad discussed something with Ashley.

At intervals, Ashley would look up from her food to offer me a warm smile.

It took all I had in me not to scoff. She'd been acting like this since the day she met Amelia. Did she really think we were buddies now because I answered her question politely.

Bitch. She was trying to warm up to me slowly. Because she knew that as soon as she trapped me in her web of deceit with her fake kindness, she would secure her place in the house as dad's wife, then use that opportunity to get anything she wanted. I ignored her smiles and focused on my food. I wasn't falling for her crap.

But for now, I would keep calm, keep my cool. So she wouldn't think I suspected anything.

Then when she was least expecting it, I would expose her for who she truly was.