Pregnant For My Bully

ghts, ideas, that were sure to inflict pain if gotten a chance to be carried out—slam his head into a wall

e of worthless junk when we met up behind the school after classes, grabbing me by the collar of Adrian's jacket, as if I was some sort of guy he had issues

I had a headache, stemming from the bowl Kimberly had thrown at me during lunch. I actually grew dizzy sitt

se days, I guess, when he wasn't rushing off to

hool, hoping to hail a taxi with the little change

to me, as his w

d that I still had his jacket on, a

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you off? If you w

it was the first time he was offering me a r

me to climb in. That I did, without further hesitation, opening the door wider and slipping in. After I shut the door, my body already

ering with the other, which I considered very unsafe. Asides from that, on occasions, he'd let go of the wheel to crack all ten knuckles, a habit of his I'd noticed on the

ghout the drive—me thinking up things to say to him but never really saying it. I guess just

nute distance from my street, B-street

leaving the road ahead. "I mean, I see you everytime, but today seemed

n, of course, I'd heard his voice before, just not towards me, and even that was not very often as he wasn't much of a talker. But now, now he was speaking to

e glanc

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, because back in the field you

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n?" He asked. "Like every single practice day

very order Jason gave me? A

an of football. My dad i

smile. "That's really dope. S

'd put myself in

" I raised

ed. "Well, that's understandable. There are more than

," I said with

econds later, we fell i

easygoing and laid back he was. I admired every little detail about him, from his look

t past the first few houses before finall

turned off the car, a hand on the door l

sure," h

e jacket tomorr

h, s

door and stepped out,