Pregnant For My Bully

Amelia Forbes

I couldn’t help but feel really jumpy at school today. I ducked at the sight of every six feet male figure, feeling incredibly foolish when I realized it wasn’t Jason.

Okay. It wasn’t my fault. He had literally threatened me last night so. . .

I checked my timetable. We only had once class together today.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Not that it would prevent the threats from happening. But it’d be nice to not have to see him till later.

A tall, sandy haired figure came into view and I let out a small yelp and attempted to hide my head in my locker.

After a few uneventful moments, I carefully inched my head out just in time to see the sandy haired guy-who was definitely shorter than Jason and had a pair of glasses on-give me a strange wondering look as he walked past.

I restrained from slapping my forehead as that would only make me look worse, and confirm the fact that I had gone nuts.

Instead, I grabbed my books and fled to find an empty space to hide.

Yes, I’m scared of Jason.

It was hard not to be.

I had gotten to the base of the staircase leading to the back of the school when someone grabbed my arm from behind.

I let out a small scream and struggled to break free.

“Hey, hey, hey. Relax, Mel,” I heard someone say from behind me. I looked up to see Benson. “It’s just me.”

I have never felt such relief as I did in that moment.

I almost wanted to hug him for not being Jason. But well, that didn’t. . . make any sense.

Slowly, I began to relax and willed my heart rate to return back to normal.

Benson features contorted in to a frown as he watched me carefully, eyes narrowed.

I tried to fix my expression so he wouldn’t suspect it had anything to do with Jason.

“What is up with you, Mel?” He asked, still studying me.

I tried to come up with some reasonable explanation that wouldn’t give me away.

“Well, I, um, I feel a little, um, sick. . .?”

He glared at me suspiciously. “Sick? Since when?”

“Well, it was, um, yester-last night, I mean.”

I intertwined my fingers behind me cursing internally.

I’d never been a good liar. But the last thing I wanted was for Benson to worry about me. Surely, he had more important things to do than worry about a lost cause.

Benson folded his arms across his chest. “So, being sick makes you jump outta your skin when someone touches you?”

I tried to laugh.

“Well, you know me,” I said, hoping the giggle sounded believable.

“Cut the crap, Mel.” He rolled his eyes. “And don’t lie to me this time. Everyone knows you’re terrible at that.”

My shoulders slumped as I gave up. Ben was my best friend. It was no use lying.

As I recounted the events of the past few days, Benson listened with rapt attention.

When I told him I was partnered with Jason for the project, his mouth fell open.

“Oh. My. God. Jason as in Jason Davenport?” He asked, his mouth forming an ‘o’ in surprise.

“Yep.” I confirmed.

“Woah,” He said, looking just as mortified as I felt.

Suddenly frowning he said, ” I’m starting to think this school is out to get you.”

Despite myself I laughed out loud.

Ben glared at me for a few seconds and then joined in.

And then we spent the next few minutes snickering like idiots.

I felt a little weight lift off my chest and I realized I missed this.

I missed the laughing, happy me. I missed moments like this with Ben. It felt good to not feel like a burden for once.

For the first time in a long time tears pooled at the corner of my eye, but this time, they weren’t tears of sadness.

Benson pulled me into a hug, still laughing.

“Please be careful, okay?” He said. “Just. . . try to stay out of his way as best as you can.”

I nodded vigorously.

“Thanks, Ben,” I muttered, feeling eternally grateful.

For the first time since he started dating Katie Henshaw, I finally felt like we were on the road to becoming best friends again, and that thought made me feel warm and happy inside.

“Tell you what?” Benson said suddenly.

“What?” I asked, laughing. His excitement was contagious.

“How about I come over this weekend? Like old times?”

“Sure,” I said. “You can get the snacks. I’ll get the drinks.”

“And. . . maybe I’ll let you beat me in cards,” I smirked.

“Let me beat you?” Benson cocked an eyebrow and laughed. “In your dreams, Mel,” He said in a singsong voice.

Giving me a pat on the back, he said, “Gotta go, Mel. I have a class soon.”

I’d almost forgotten I had classes too.

“Sure okay. See you later.”

I watched as he walked off, the smile never leaving my face.

For the first time in months, we’d had a conversation and he didn’t bring up Katie.

I smiled and walked back up the stairs to class, completely forgetting about Jason Davenport.