“Dylan please wait, can you just try to love me?” Amelia asked, trying to hold the hem of Dylan's trouser. With a look of disdain, he kicked her hand away. Her last life string broke, the uncaring action from her best friend broke her that she lost all the will to live, blood dropped out of her mouth as her weak body slumped, lying lifeless on the ground. The only testament to the hard life she had was the lone tear that escaped her cold body … What other form of betrayal could Amelia experience than her best friend falling in love with her bully. Amelia was a plus sized girl who was despised by all including Valerie. The only person that constantly came to her rescue was Dylan and that made her secretly fall in love with him. Who wouldn't… Dylan is very intelligent and also a demigod. Amelia knew Dylan wanted a girl with hourglass shaped so she couldn't skip the enticement of Alura, the old witch who offered a perfect body in exchange for something secretive. Deal was done and the following session, Amelia resumed with a banging body that every man craved. But something was wrong, Dylan was not moved and in fact he actually liked her plus size… Amelia is now caught in between returning to her old self and choosing the new return student, Rowan.
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Written By Okwuma Esther (Esther~Writes) AMELIA The school Gym was packed with students; everyone seemed excited as they watched the cheer team practice their end-of-year parade. Loud pop music from one of Taylor Swift's popular jams played in the background as the girls danced. It has been one busy summer, and I couldn't believe I was finally done with the school year and by September, I would be in my finals. My eyes darted around the gym as I watched guys gush over how sexy the cheer team were. Not to lie, they were all hot, including the guys, with the hottest one being Valerie, the cheer captain and my nemesis. I could not help but glare at her with jealousy brimming in my heart; Valerie was the queen of Ravers High School. She was the typical blonde queen bee that was super rich. As much as I hate her at times I wished I had her perfect body so that I would be out there with them. I love cheerleading, but unfortunately, I wasn't built for it. Valerie changed her boyfriends like how she changed her expensive designers. Valerie stopped her flips as if sensing my gaze, then looked in my direction. It wasn't hard to spot me out among a crowd of students because of my appearance which I would describe as always sticking out. A challenging smirk graced her lips, and she purred in her annoying, pitchy voice. "Amelia honey, do you want to try a flip? You can join the team if you can do one flip." She taunted then did a simple flip that got everyone laughing. Now, everyone's attention was on me, Amelia; I was popular in school, but not for the right reasons. My hands clenched listening to her mocking tone. She turned to face me with a smug look and her hands crossed under her bosoms. "Oh, I forgot you can barely work with your weight, and if you do a flip, you will most probably break the floor." She insulted me in front of everyone, and there was a roaring laugh. "Wait don't tell me miss fatso wants to be on the team." "She needs to step down on those burgers." "She is too surplus to join. How would they carry her? The entire team can't lift her." Following the queen bee lead, derogatory comments were now targeted at me. My hands clenched with my head bowed as I heard every one of those comments hit me in the heart. All I wanted was to watch the cheer practice for the end-of-school season game, but miss fatso was also not allowed to do that. "Please stop," I mumbled, trying to stay strong, but the comments even got nastier. "Aww, she can't talk. Don't tell me her mouth is too heavy to move. What a complete waste of space." Valerie's favourite minion and best friend, Hazel, sneered. That was enough, my fragile heart could not take it anymore. I tried but I couldn't. The tears welled up my eyes but they would not see my tears. I got up and then stormed away. "Give way for Miss Fatso before you get knocked over." Hazel chimed, causing everyone to laugh as I ran off, but at least they didn't block my way. Where was Dylan? He was the only one who stood up for me in times like this. "Don't cry, Amelia; you're not fat, just plus size." I kept on whispering to myself as I ran off. Well, I couldn't call it running exactly, but I was escaping. The gym door slammed behind me as I made my way to the crowded halls; everyone made their way. I didn't look at any of them knowing the look of disgust on their face. I ran into the ladies' room and then shut the door behind me. My tears instantly broke. I couldn't hold it anymore as the tears continued to stream down. I kept on crying hard, unable to hold back the tears until I heard the sound of a toilet flushing. Embarrassed, I stopped, not expecting there was someone here who heard me cry. My legs nervously moved to a sink to wash my face when a cabinet behind me opened, and a girl stepped out. She gave me a wary look but didn't waste much time to quickly wash and dry her hands before leaving. A long breath escaped my lips as soon as the door closed. It was left just me now. My gaze drew to the mirror to see my fluffy red eyes from crying on my face. I grabbed my face fat and then lifted my top to see my big tummy in the mirror. I wasn't fat as in obese, I was just on the plus size. "Amelia just ignores them. You are pretty." I fed myself sweet words. "So this is how you lie to yourself, dear Amelia." I heard a sharp voice sneer behind me. My body jolted, and I quickly turned around to see Valerie with Hazel and her other minion, Zenya. I call them the triple witches. Valerie was leaning on the door with a look of disdain hanging on her lips. "What are you doing here?" I asked stunned because I didn't hear the door open. "That's a dumb question, I guess your fat brain forgot this is a public toilet." Hazel scoffed at me, causing the others to laugh. My hands were fidgeting, this gave me a bad feeling. "Maybe there is no brain in that fat head; all she can do is cry and then lie to herself. Amelia, ignore them; you are pretty." Zenya was the nastiest amongst them. She twisted her voice to make a horrible impression on me, mimicking my words. "She is just delulu, " Valerie chuckled; that was enough. I didn't retort because they had the numbers, and I wanted to peacefully leave the toilet. My head was bowed to ignore their gaze and laugh of mockery as I brushed past them, heading for the door. My hand was about to hold the door knob when a searing pain hit my skull. "Are you trying to ignore me? Who said you can leave!" Valerie barked at me, pulling my hair. "Let go of my hair Valerie. I don't want trouble." I snapped trying to pry her hand away. Her mouth drew close to my ear. "But I want trouble, Amelia. Do you think you are some big-shot bitch who could just walk out on me?" She sneered, yanking me backwards into the toilet, where I fell on the white tiled floor. She had a lot of strength considering her slender frame. My knees hurt, I glanced up, trying to stand up, but my body felt like a block. They were caving around me, with trouble written on their faces. "What do you want? Just let me be!" I barked at them as my legs finally struggled to stand but Valerie’s friends beat me to it. They kicked me on the knee, making me fall again, then grabbed my arms, caging me. I struggled to free myself, but it was 3 to one. "Oh, I will let you go as soon as we have our fun and stop saying delusional things like you are pretty." Valerie snickered as approached me. My heart started beating, knowing what this bitch was good at. Using all my strength, I shoved Zenya off, but Hazel didn't let go. She pushed me on the wall, and then the angry Zenya slapped me hard on my cheeks. It turned red. They kicked me in the back and on my stomach, making me cry in pain as I fell to my knees. Then, they grabbed my arms, dragging me across the floor to their leader who watched everything in glee. My hair was dishevelled and scattered all over my face. They forced me to look up at Valerie. Valerie slapped my cheeks, which stung badly, then stepped on my head. "Then is where you belong, Amelia. Kissing the damned floor!" She spat, causing her friends to laugh. This was humiliating, but there have been worse days. I don't hate Valerie for no reason. She raised her foot from my head and then yanked me backwards, making me look up at her face. "Why don't you cry again because your dear Dylan can't save you here. Just admit you are an ugly bitch and do everyone a favour to never show up again." Her face was twisted and her voice laced with disdain. I smirked at her ignoring the pain all over my body that pissed her off. "The only ugly bitch here is you, Valerie." I spat on her face with my saliva and later regretted it.DYLAN. I was wrecked. I came to the family bar that we owned, it didn't look good, I know. The golden son, drinking in daylight, it fucked with me and it's not something I would normally do, but it's Amelia. She fucks with me in the most impossible ways. She just has that ability, to make me the most miserable and also the most happiest man on this earth. But nobody except the workers would know what was going on, I told them not to let anyone come in, I needed to keep the embarrassment on a tight leash as much as I could. If my parents found out about what I was doing right now, they would kill me. I sighed as I downed another vodka. “More.” I said and the bar mistress didn't think too much about it, she did as I asked and that's how I've been spending my afternoon, getting drunk and high on the thought that Amelia still hated me for what I did that time. For her to say that thing, it hurt and scared me. Maybe Rowan was the opposite of me, someone that had courage to do what I
AMELIA. I kept on looking at her like I was starstruck. I couldn't figure out why. All I knew was that I was scared. Deep down, I knew that Dylan wouldn't leave me but anything could happen and he could decide that he didn't want me again, I wondered if I should tell Ava.“I'm fine.” I told her and she shot daggers at me. “Don't make me ask again, Amelia. Spill it.”“I really am okay.” I said and she sighed. “Do I look like a fool to you? Ever since we got back from the second break, you've been acting so weird and spacing out, and Dylan is nowhere to be found. It doesn't take rocket science to know that you and Dylan fought, he's probably the one that fucked up, and you're trying to protect him, so spill,” She said and I shook my head. “No, no, no, no. He didn't do anything, it was all me. I fucked up and I hurt him.” I told her and she frowned. “What do you mean?” Ava asked me and I sighed. “While you were out for the second break, I went under the elm tree behind the gym and
AMELIA. I've been awfully quiet. After the encounter I had with Dylan earlier, I've been in a terrible mood. The moment Dylan walked out, I started looking for him everywhere, but he was no where to be found. I really hurt him and I knew that, I didn't mean for it to happen that way. Today was the presentation we had in Mrs Williams class and I couldn't focus, first of all, one of my group members were missing and I was supposed to give the presentation, but I wasn't even in the right state of mind for that. I was so distracted.I kept hitting my pen slightly against my book, thinking of the different ways that I could apologise to Dylan. I knew for sure that he was too obsessed with me to leave me alone just like that, but at the same time I didn't like that he was vexed. So I had to do something very fast. I felt a nudge at my side and I looked at Ava and she tilted her head to the front, a sign telling me to look at something. Then I looked at the front of the class, Mrs Willi
AMELIA. Dylan walked away. We’d been fine all day–better than fine, actually. He'd walked me to history class, brought me a hot chocolate during lunch, even brushed his fingers against mine in that accidental not-accidental way. He always did when he was trying to tell me he cared but didn't know how to say it. I was confident that I knew Dylan to a point now, I knew that he wasn't all that good when it came to communicating openly, but he made his intentions clear through his actions which I appreciated a lot. And then, he saw Rowan. Or maybe it was the way Rowan saw me. I didn't expect him to show up under the elm tree again, he made it his mission to always find me under this tree. It was like he knew that this was my safe space and he was taking advantage of it, but I find all of it innocent. He was just trying to be nice, or maybe he was trying to get closer to me, regardless of all these things that I think, mainly because Ava planted them in my mind, I still think he's a
AMELIA. It all started with a knock. Nope, scratch that.It all started with him saving me from Valerie and her minions. And ever since then, Rowan has been a constant part of my life, at least he has tried to be. I was sitting alone beneath the old elm tree behind the gymnasium, my knees tucked to my chest, the pages of my sketchbook fluttering in the breeze. I hadn't drawn a thing. The pencil dangled between my fingers like a forgotten weapon. I couldn't get my thoughts straight–ever sinve I made that deal with Alura, my life had been a pendulum swinging wildly between excitement and despair. I didn't hear Rowan approach, but I felt him. He had this particular atmosphere to him that I couldn't decipher. It was nothing like that of Dylan. Dylan would always be special. “Mind if I sit?” He asked, his voice smooth like running water, a little too calm, a little too perfect. I looked up and blinked at him momentarily, caught off guard by the way the sunlight hit his eyes. Haze
AMELIA. “Yes,” I hissed, tipping my head to give him even more surface area to bite. My legs convulsed around him as he continued to beat into me. His cock played my wet pussy like a drum, pounding over and over in a delicious rhythm that had me vibrating and emitting sounds I’d never heard before. Just as a third, seemingly impossible, orgasm was about to claim me Dylan nipped my earlobe and said, “Love the feel of your tight, hot pussy all around me. Gonna fucking live between these thighs, gonna make you give it up to me all the time. Claim you in your bed before school then make you teach in the group without any panties, watch my cum leak out of you while you talk about Eve’s fall from Eden.” My breath hitched as I wavered on the edge of my climax. “Yeah, you like that, Lia? Thinking of my cum trickling down your thighs, knowing how hard it would make me to look up under one of your skirts as I did the homework you assigned in the group?” So Mrs Williams paired us into grou
AMELIA. His hands shifted down my neck, his thumbs at my chin to tip it up gently. “What the fuck happened there, babe? I’m getting’ the hottest damn blowjob I’ve ever got in my life and then my girl freaks. I need to know what I did so I don’t do it again, yeah?” “You didn’t do anything,” I murmured, because I couldn’t stand him thinking it was him who had done something wrong. I was the one who had turned to a class-A slut. “Amelia,” he growled. “You don’t answer me, you won’t like what you get.” My gaze snapped up to him, his threat sparking something inside me. “I didn’t want anything from you. You’re the one who made me do this so don’t be angry with me for acting like, like that.”“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Don’t blame me for acting like a whore!” His face solidified then collapsed as if I’d taken a hammer to it. Swiftly, before I could even squeak, he was lifting me off the floor and into his arms. Automatically, I wrapped my limbs around him to hold on as
AMELIA. It's been weeks that Dylan touched me and it has been driving me crazy. I wanted him to touch me the way he used to, but he made it clear that if I didn't recover, he wasn't going to. Right now we just finished having dinner, my mother was not around but she knew that Dylan was with me right now. We stood by the sink as we stared at each other. There was too much heat in our body that it felt like we were about to explode. I swallowed drily as he wrapped his fingers around the ridged length trapped against his thigh beneath the unforgiving denim.Slowly, deliberately, he tugged himself upwards so that the swollen purple tip of his cock appeared above the waistband, the head wet with precum that I wanted badly to paint across my panting mouth, lick off with my eager tongue. I licked my lips, lost to the fantasy. My gaze clung to his groin but I knew he watched me, knew his eyes would be bright with desires and longing. He played me perfectly, manipulating me with his beaut
DYLAN. The scariest part about love is not the vulnerability it demands–its the fact that you could lose them, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. I've never known fear until I almost lost her. Not like that. Not in a hospital bed, surrounded by the faint beeping of machines that sounded like death knocking than medicine healing. I could still hear the rhythm of it in my sleep– those irritating, godforsaken beeps, cold white lights overheard, the sterile smell of antiseptic that clung to my clothes after I left. I didn't leave much, though. Not really. I camped in that waiting room like my life depended on it. Because in a way, it did. Amelia wasn't just a girl I liked. She was the axis my whole damn universe rotated on. And when she was unconscious, pale barely breathing, my world tilted. Nothing made sense. The jokes weren't funny. Music didn't sound right. Food tastes like ash. The weight of not knowing if she'd wake up crushed me in a slow, unrelenting waves. I
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