Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 111

Chapter 111: 111-The Mockery!

Helanie:

“And someone drew on it too,” she laughed as she showed the test I had tossed away when I found out I was pregnant. What are the chances that out of everyone, they found the test.

I welled up but kept my posture, trying so hard to think about something funny to avoid tearing up in front of everyone and exposing myself.

Sydney was holding the test with a napkin, a grimace on her face.

“That is disgusting,” Salem commented, “I hate girls like these. Why spread legs apart when you are too ashamed of getting pregnant.”

“That is rude,” Jenny added, which made Sydney turn to look at her in anger.

“Jenny is right. What’s so funny about it? How about Sydney comes here and tells us why she thinks this is so funny?” Emmet gestured at her with two fingers, signaling for her to walk up to him and stand in front of the whole class.

She did so, still holding the test wrapped in a napkin.

“It’s because it has to be an illegitimate child, or else why would a mother toss away the test? Or maybe she was excited at first, drew a broken heart because she wasn’t sure if her mate or baby daddy would accept the child, and when he didn’t, she threw it here. But she won’t be able to hide the belly for too long.” She was talking and moving her hands around, shrugging and rolling her eyes.

All those gestures hit me hard.

“And you got all this information from the doodles on the test?” Emmet placed his hands on his waist. If she was any wiser, she would have read the room. But she was too cocky to understand anything.

“Yes! And whoever this girl is, she must be out there. I was laughing because people make choices that can either make or ruin their lives. This girl decided to get knocked up by some guy who isn’t ready to take responsibility, while look at us, look at me and my sister. We chose to be here at this academy. I guess priorities are different.”

I had no clue how she managed to make this about herself, but my head was hurting a lot now.

“Okay! You’re a good storyteller,” Emmet said, snatching the test from her hand with the napkin and eyeing her to walk back to her team. “Just because you all are a part of this academy doesn’t mean the others living their lives are any lesser than any of you. I’ll throw it away. Just so you all know, I’m not pregnant and not hiding anything.”

That was a direct taunt at Sydney, who looked very disappointed after she thought she had “won” by comparing her life choices to someone vulnerable.

As I raised my head, I noticed Lamar staring at me. Shoot! Was he observing me the whole time?

I quickly looked straight ahead and sniffled, “It’s so cold.”

I said it clearly to Lucy, making sure Lamar could understand I was red because of the cold, not because the girl with bad choices, like Sydney, was talking about me.

“Now, in groups,” Emmet ordered, and all the teams gathered together but kept a little distance. I was so consumed in my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize Lamar was now standing right next to me until he cleared his throat.

“You okay?”

“It’s cold,” I said in a bitter tone, not even making eye contact with him.

“Okay, and how many did you collect?” he inquired, looking through my basket that I quickly hugged to hide from him.

“Come on, how about we trade?” he asked, and I glared at him, watching him smirk at me.

“Don’t be so stingy,” he said, not even waiting for my response. He snatched the basket out of my hands, shoving his basket into mine.

“Lamar! What the heck are you doing?” I grunted at him, trying to reach for the basket he had stolen from me. But he held it out of my reach, laughing a little.

“This is not a joke, Lamar. Give me my basket back,” I glared at him, but he just shrugged.

“You’re acting like you’ve gathered all the herbs from the mountains,” he commented with an exaggerated eye roll. “Besides, people say I’m very lucky. Maybe my basket will bring you some luck too.”

“Hey—” I shut up when I realized it was his team’s turn to turn in the baskets. He winked at me before walking away with Sydney and Salem.

“What did he do? Did he take your basket?” Lucy asked, peering into my basket—actually, Lamar’s basket that I now had.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t collect many anyway,” I said, not too bothered. I just hated how every day felt like such a battle for me.

Imagine the chances of the test being found by Sydney. It was just so messed up, like the moon goddess was torturing me.

“And he collected a lot,” Lucy’s comment made me lower my head to look into his basket. And like she said, it was filled to the top. I raised my head to find Lamar standing with Emmet.

He was looking at me when he winked again. Why would he give me his basket?

I guess we had been staring for too long until Lucy elbowed me, and I saw Emmet observing us both. He didn’t look too happy.

“Eyes here,” he told Lamar, pointing at his basket.

Then it was our turn. Everyone handed over their baskets one by one as Emmet counted them. I was last.

“What is going on?” Emmet asked out of the blue, confusing me with what had happened.

“Was he bothering you?” Emmet asked, mentioning Lamar, who was now standing with his teammates.

“No!” I shook my head.

“Impressive!” As he finished counting, he commented with a smile on his lips. I frowned in confusion because Emmet gave me a head-nod, a head-nod that he hadn’t given to anyone else. I began to wonder if Lamar’s basket was fuller than everyone else’s basket.