Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport

I was still pissed as I scrolled through Ashley’s instagram, as it reminded me of the failure I’d come to the last time I’d followed her.

Sighing, I clicked my phone off and shoved it on the sofa. I let out a sharp breath, wondering where Rory was.

I was at his house. His parents were on vacation so the house was free. Which was why we always chose Rory’s house whenever we wanted to hang out, or throw a party. His parents were almost always gone.

Rory had stepped out to get the pot and alcohol while we waited for the guys to arrive. I’d texted Adrian an hour ago and he’d said he was on his way.

I groaned in agony. I hated waiting. And I really needed a cigarette right now. After a while, the sound of approaching guys talking and laughing let me know that they were here already.

Finally.

Adrian walked in first, deep in conversation with Greg about something I honestly didn’t care about.

“Where are the cigarettes?” I groaned.

Rory tossed me a box which I gratefully caught, moaning in joy when I smelled the weed. Quickly, I lit one and began to smoke.

“Yo, man,” Adrian greeted me, settling down in the chair beside me. “I’m a little late because I had stuff to take care of at home.”

I nodded. “It’s cool man.”

Greg groaned loudly, shaking his head like he always did when he wanted us to ask him what was wrong. As usual we indulged him.

He took a drag of the cigarette, blowing out smoke dramatically.

“I fucked someone.”

The confused silence that followed was broken by sudden roaring laughter from everyone.

“Like you always do. Is that supposed to be some kind of revelation?” Adrian said, still chuckling.

“Bro why you making it sound like you just lost your virginity?” I asked, baffled like the rest of them.

“No, no, no,” Greg stated dramatically, blowing out smoke. “It’s different this time because of who I fucked.”

Rory eyes widened. “The girl from Matty’s?” He asked, eyes twinkling.

The boys ‘ooh’ed’.

Greg laughed. “Nahh. Someone we know.”

My ears shot up. “You finally hit Aneeka?”

Greg had always had a thing for Aneeka since fifth grade. So I wouldn’t be surprised if they finally hit it off.

He grimaced. “Nah, man. Mikayla.”

Rory gasped. “No. Freaking. Way.”

Greg made the peace sign, biting on his lower lip. “Better believe it, boy. I told you I’m the man,” He laughed, obviously loving the look of disbelief on our faces.

I had to admit, I was kinda jealous. I’d been trying to score Mikayla at one point too.

This girl was fiery hot. Tall, cute smile, and curves in the right places. Yeah, she was on the list of girls I’d like to fuck.

Raising my hands in surrender, I reached out to give him a handshake. “You hit the jackpot bro. The real jackpot.”

“How was the sex?” Rory wiggled his eyebrows, attracting more laughter from the rest of us.

Greg placed two fingers on his tongue then whipped them out, making slapping motions in the air.

Boisterous laughter filled the air and Adrian nearly choked on his drink. “You’re an idiot,” He laughed, wiping the stain off his denim jacket.

Before we knew it, an hour had passed. We’d gone from trading anecdotes to playing video games to some kind of drinking game that was similar to truth or dare-just without the dares.

As we listened to Greg vividly describe how he’d gotten high once and nearly gotten into a fight with his dad, a beep sounded from my phone.

I picked it up and swiped to open when I saw it was from Instagram.

‘therealashleyy started a live video’ flashed through my phone and an irritated hiss escaped me, garnering the attention of the group.

“Yo,” Adrian was the first to speak up. “What’s up?”

“Did your dog die?” Greg asked, cackling.

“It’s just my annoying stepmom,” I said still irritated.

“Ahh the evil stepmother,” Rory said in an overly dramatic voice, attracting laughter from the guys.

“What’d she do now?” Adrian asked, watching me carefully.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

I took a drag from my cigarette. “She’s obviously out to render my dad bankrupt. But he’s too blind to see it, so I’m keeping track of her movements to catch her red-handed.”

Greg gave me a confused look. “How are you so sure she’s out plotting something? You just hate her that’s all. Don’t let it get to you, bro.” He gave me a pat on the shoulder.

I felt my chest bubbling. “No I’m certain she is. I heard her talking on the phone the other day. . . something about my dad.

Adrian frowned. “You sure?”

“Certain.”

The group was silent for a few moments.

“Okay then. If there’s any way we can help. Anything you want us to do, we’re here.”

Adrian and Rory nodded in agreement.

I smiled. “Okay so the last time, she was at Sally’s-”

“Who the fuck goes to Sally’s?” Rory burst out laughing. “Okay now I’m starting to believe she’s planning something.”

I nodded vigorously. “You see? So. . . if any of you pass through the area, maybe see her involved in something fishy, just let me know.”

They all nodded. “Let’s see a pic of her. So we can recognize her if we see her,” Rory suggested.

I nodded, clicking on Instagram and going to her profile. Getting there, I handed my phone over to them.

“Holy fuck!” Greg exclaimed.

“This is your stepmother?!” Rory screamed. “She’s fucking hot! Is she a model or something?” He asked, nearly drooling.

I rolled my eyes. Of course. Was there anyone who didn’t think Ashley was the hottest woman alive?

“Dude,” Adrian whispered in awe. “She looks like a blonde Megan Fox.”

I whipped around in surprise. “You too?”

He shrugged. “I mean. . . look at her.”

I did. And I still didn’t see anything worth looking at.

Greg tapped my shoulder. “Boy why aren’t you hitting that ass?” He asked, a pained look on his face.

“What the fuck?” I blurted in disbelief.

“I know right?” Rory shook his head sadly. “She looks like that pornstar from Little Kittens. Imagine how good she’d be in bed.” He looked like he would cry any minute now.

Handing my phone back to me, he clicked on a pic of her in a bikini. “Look at her ass. Glorious, man.”

I sighed, snatching my phone away from him while they burst out laughing at my expression.

“Don’t worry. I’ll recognize that ass anywhere,” Rory promised, earning a laugh from everyone including me.

Shaking my head, I turned my phone off and took another drag from my cigarette.