Semua Bab Pregnant For My Bully : Bab 21 - Bab 30

~ Jonathan’s POVI don’t look at her when I walk in. Not really.Okay, maybe I do, but it is just a glance. Just one second. Or maybe half, but it’s enough to make something sharp twist in my chest.She is looking at him, not me.Him.Of course she is.He’s standing there like he owns the room. Like he’s never been gone. Like people didn’t mourn his brother and whisper about where he went and why he never came back. Like he didn't disappear from the school because of that one incident. From the whole country, actually.And now he’s here. Taking up space that was never his to take.And Seraphina’s looking at him like she doesn’t know how to stop. Well, to be fair, he indeed did try to defend her. Defending Seraphina was never and has never been my job. It is quite the opposite, actually. I am her bully. I have done quite a number on her during the previous terms in school, but then I have actually started to become soft. Roy was right. He had said that I was becoming soft and whether i

~ Seraphina’s POVWe walk down the hall, with me mostly fixing my eyes to the ground. Ethan has been...persistent even when I am being cold or mean. It doesn't even deter him. Though I an still skeptical about why he was so interested in sticking around me. I have no idea why. Did he perhaps have any hidden motive behind sticking around with me?Or does he want to prank me as everybody else does? I am still wary around him. I can't take any chances. I wouldn't. I hug my arms around my chest and walk slowly side by side with him, earning looks and whispers from other of our classmates who were walking to the class alongside us. The way we had all ran to the fighting scene and had met Riley get beaten was gold, even for me, even if I don't associate with them, there are some rich brats I want to go down.‘Run along, Sera. I’ve got something to handle,’ Ethan says, already half-turning down the hall with his lazy smirk. I blink at him, almost scoffing at the way he still speaks to me

~ Jonathan’s POV Whitney presses herself against me the moment we step into the empty classroom. Her perfume is too sweet. Her skin is too soft. Everything about her is too... too much, and none of it is Seraphina.She moans my name like it means something. Like it matters. Like any of these matters.It doesn’t.She doesn’t matter to me. Not in any fucking way.But I need to forget, God, I need to forget Seraphina. Need to rip Seraphina out of my skull by any means necessary.So I slam Whitney against the wall, trying to control my erratic breathing. Her laugh is breathy. 'God, Jonathan…'The sound of her voice almost made me back down. It irritates something in me to no end, and I can’t help it. I don't want her, but at this moment, I need what she can give.'Shut up.' I tell her, not wanting her voice to jerk me back to reality, because it keeps reminding me that this isn't Seraphina.I don’t tell her to shut up nicely. I don’t want sweet or soft. I want violent. I want loud. I w

~ SERAPHINA'S POV Celine's voice is the first real thing that makes me feel like maybe I didn’t just watch my soul crawl out of my chest and shatter in the hallway.'Oh my God, did you see the way Ethan was looking at you? He even touched you! What's up? How? When? How?' She practically sings as we walk out of Literature, our bags slung over our shoulders. 'Girl, if he looked at me like that, I’d be six months pregnant by now. No lies.'I snort. It slips out before I can stop it. Celine notices.'Oh, was that a laugh? A sound from the great stone wall of Seraphina Puckett?' she clutches her chest dramatically. 'Be still, my heart.'I shake my head, lips tugging slightly. 'Don’t be stupid.''I’ll take it. Call me stupid again and maybe I’ll write a whole essay about it.'She starts walking backward, still facing me, her curls bouncing as she talks a mile a minute. It’s like she’s a walking sugar rush.'Anyway, you will not believe what happened during gym. Simon and Riley almost kille

~ Jonathan’s POV She won’t tell me, and I don’t ask. But I know. I know something is breaking inside her. And I can’t let it shatter completely.I hold her like I’m the only thing stopping her from falling apart.And maybe I am.Her body is so small, shaking in my arms like she might break into a thousand pieces if I loosen my grip. She’s crying—fucking sobbing—and every second of it is punching through my ribs, dragging something dark and angry out of me. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t know what the fuck to do with this version of Seraphina Puckett. The version who doesn’t scream or bite or insult me with her eyes. This one just breaks.And it’s wrecking me.She’s clutching onto my shirt like it’s the only thing keeping her here. Her face is buried in my shoulder, her breath hitting me in panicked bursts. She smells like fear and desperation and… me. My coat is swallowed around her, but she still shakes like she’s freezing.I don’t ask what happened.I know enough. And I k