Pregnant For My Bully

Jason Davenport

“I have an announcement,” Greg stated, a few minutes into the small party we were having.

It was a small thing we’d decided to have, just the three of us. Kind of like an after graduation party.

Graduation had taken place a week after prom. Dad and Ashley had been there. It’d been nice. I’d seen Amelia as well, Adrian standing loyally beside her the entire day, except when she had to give her valedictorian speech.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

As I watched her afterwards taking pictures with her friends and grandma, I knew I owed her an apology. And I really wanted to. But my legs wouldn’t budge.

I knew I had been unfair, a monster infact, but I didn’t know how to make it right. My heart broke as I thought of how disappointed Mom would be if she were here.

And I couldn’t even tell the guys about it because they’d be disappointed. Just like Adrian had been. And I wasn’t sure I could handle losing anyone else close to me. So I kept it to myself.

I knew that the biggest thing holding me back was the pregnancy. I didn’t want a baby. I mean, that’s a huge responsibility.

Thinking about it made a shiver run through my spine. I couldn’t be a dad at eighteen. I could barely take care of myself, how was I supposed to take care of a baby?

“Spill it,” Rory said, downing his second bottle of beer. He’d obviously begun to get a little tipsy.

“I got accepted,” He announced with a wide grin, spreading both arms wide in a pose of victory.

Rory and I glanced at each other, and then back to him, still blank.

He facepalmed. “Bluestone University? I applied there weeks ago.”

Oh. So he was leaving? For some reason I started to feel gloomy. Everything seemed so real now. High school was over and done, my friends would soon leave for college. Fear of what came after high school began to dawn on me. And I realized just how lost and afraid I felt.

“Well shit,” Rory said, after a few minutes of silence. “That’s. . . great.”

Greg’s face fell. “You guys are supposed to be happy for me. . .” He trailed off.

“We are. Of course we’re happy for you, man,” I laughed patting his back.

Rory nodded, forcing a smile. “We just feel kinda sad y’know. Soon, we’re all gonna go our separate ways.”

“I feel the same way y’know. But we can still talk, catch up-”

“It’ll never be the same,” I said, knowing how true that really was.

There was silence for a while then Rory raised his third bottle of beer in the air. “Well, to our last days together, then.”

We all shared a sad smile and drank to that.

“Okay enough of this sad shit,” I laughed downing my bottle and dumping it in the trash. “Let’s get high.”

Greg burst into his signature hyena laughter and began to pass the weed round.