Du ixaoxin strolled down the hallway, her hand gently caressing her six-month pregnant belly. She had always been a head-turner with her light pink hair and striking green eyes, but now she was getting attention for a different reason. As she passed by a group of four boys, known for their bullying tactics, she could feel their eyes on her.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the pregnant princess,” one of them sneered, pulling Du ixaoxin aside.
She rolled her eyes, “Oh great, the peanut gallery is here. What’s on your minds today, boys?”
The boys snickered, and another one of them added, “We just wanted to see if those melons have gotten any riper.”
Du ixaoxin scoffed, “I’m sure you’re all experts on melons, being the brainless buffoons that you are.”
The boys laughed, and one of them said, “Hey, at least we’re not knocked up by some vampire prince.”
Du ixaoxin narrowed her eyes, “At least I have the self-control to not sleep around with every Tom, Dick, and Harry I meet. Unlike some people.”
The boys looked at each other and one of them said, “Ouch, she got you there.”
Du ixaoxin smirked, “I’m surprised you can feel anything with that pea-sized brain of yours.”
The boys laughed and one of them said, “You know, you’re not so bad when you’re not being a bitch.”
Du ixaoxin raised an eyebrow and said, “And you’re not so bad when you’re not being a Neanderthal.”
The boys smiled and one of them said, “Truce?”
Du ixaoxin nodded, “Truce.”
The boys let go of Du ixaoxin, and she continued on her way to class, shaking her head and muttering, “Morons.”
As she walked away, one of the boys said, “Hey, good luck on the test.”
Du ixaoxin turned around and said, “Thanks, I’ll need it after dealing with you guys.”
The boys laughed, and Du ixaoxin smiled to herself, thinking, “At least they’re not all bad.”
Du ixaoxin’s sharp tongue and quick wit had once again gotten her out of a sticky situation. She may have been pregnant, but she was still the same strong, controlling, and direct woman she had always been. And she wouldn’t let anyone, not even a group of bullies, bring her down.
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